HELLO EVERYBODYYYYYYYY!
Oh. My. Gosh. Has it really been five months since I last updated? I am such a horrible person! I am so sorry!
Okay, excuse time!
1. I had two big tests on the same day, and had to study. Lame, I know, but if I got a bad score as a result of fanfiction, I might not even be here right now.
2. After said big tests, my computer died. It finally revived itself yesterday, so I got cracking on this story because I've been feeling SO guilty for not even giving an explanation as to my absence.
Now, I would like to thank ngcheuk for favoriting both the story and me and also thank Red Writer, BostonGirl2012, SpencerReidFan89, and Becca loves monkeys for putting this on their Story Alerts. I am so touched by your simple clicking of button! You all made my day!
Special thanks to PSDancer54 for the wonderfully helpful review, and for really inspiring me to continue writing A Lovely Life rather than throw in the towel. And so, with great pleasure, I dedicate this chapter to PSDancer54! Thank you so much, and sorry again for not replying for a month!
Well, I hope you all enjoy! I will try to update faster, but I'm going away for 3 weeks soon. Also, I'm thinking of rewriting the last few chapters because in my opinion, they were awful and I am ashamed to have written them. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy the latest chapter of A Lovely Life!
Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling. I own nothing.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked the girl behind Harry dangerously.
"Nowhere," replied Harry, trying to appear nonchalant.
"Good. Then come back inside."
"I'm taking a walk."
"I'll come with you." She was in front of him now, staring him down.
"That won't be necessary," Harry snapped, trying to brush past her.
"Harry Potter, what are you trying to hide from me?"
"Nothing. All right?"
"Why are you lying to me?"
"I'm not lying! I'm taking a walk!"
"If it's only a walk, why can't I go with you?" Harry let out an exasperated sigh.
"I feel like being alone."
"Fine. But promise me two things. One: that you're not going off to brood, because that doesn't help anyone. Two: that this isn't some idiotic plan of yours to run off and save us all by –"
CRACK.
Harry shifted in his bed. That had been a strange dream. It had felt like a memory, except that he didn't remember it happening. Soon, he fell a sleep again, only to wake up a few minutes later. He contemplated getting up to find a toilet, but found he couldn't move. He felt so comfy that the idea of getting up seemed morally wrong. Why was it that beds felt comfy in the morning, but not at night? He could just lie here all day, and sleep and-
"Potter, get up."
And then there was Fire.
"Potter, you get your sorry self up right now."
Harry tried to lift his head from the pillow. He failed miserably.
"Fine." Harry felt the covers around him shifting. Suddenly, there was a thump and Harry felt a new weight covering his head. He thought it might be a pillow, which wasn't necessarily bad because now everything Fire said was slightly muffled.
"Oops," was Fire's unsympathetic explanation of Harry's new discomfort. Maybe if I ignore her, she'll think I'm sleeping and she'll go away, thought Harry. Under normal circumstances, Harry would have known that this was a stupid idea, but he was half-asleep and could not function properly. All he knew was that he wanted to sleep and Fire's voice kept getting in the way of that.
Fire continued to scold him, this time for leaving his things all over the place. Harry wondered if she'd ever leave.
"AUNTIE!" came a shrill voice. Harry cringed into his pillow at the sound.
"Rose, I said not to bother me unless there is a fire or unless there is blood."
"That's the thing," panted Rose. "Lorcan wanted to make breakfast, but he made a mess, and everyone's tripped and can't get up, because there's lots of sticky stuff on the ground. So Sirius sent me to go get you."
"I can't leave you people alone for five solitary minutes," grumbled Fire as her footsteps became farther away.
Harry opened one eye.
"Is she gone?" whispered Harry.
"Yeah," responded Rose softly. Harry gradually sat up. He could make out a blur that he assumed was Rose.
"You wouldn't have happened to have seen my glasses, would you?" he asked.
"No, sorry. Oh! Here they are!" Rose handed Harry's glasses to him. He thanked her, and they sat in awkward silence.
"That story you told your aunt sounded awfully made-up." Harry started.
"It was," admitted Rose. "Sirius said to stop her from nagging you. I'm the most innocent looking, according to Sirius, so he said I should tell Aunt – well, you know – that she had to leave you alone. Considering that would be a death wish, I went with a story to distract her."
"What happens when everyone isn't 'stuck to the floor and can't get up'?" Harry inquired with the hint of a smile.
"Oh," was Rose's reply. "I didn't think that far in advance." She hopped up. "Well, it's been fun saving your life and all, but I should go save my own before my aunt kills me – well, she won't kill me, but she'll probably kill Sirius. Have a nice day!" And with that, she dashed out of the room, leaving Harry thoroughly bemused.
Harry wondered what he ought to do with himself, considering that he had no spare clothing or anything else to neaten his appearance. Glancing around the room, it seemed more like a storage room than a bedroom. Harry wondered if he should poke around in search of something to freshen up even a little bit. However, he didn't want to intrude when Fire already despised him so much. That was when he remembered: Sirius had told him that if in need, Harry should find Sirius in a room that was up the stairs and to the…left? Or was it to the right? Had there been a specific door? Harry had absolutely no idea, and since he didn't want to barge into the wrong person's room, he gave up on that idea.
"SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" screamed a voice. A blur ran into Harry's room and quickly shut the door and locked it. The figure turned to Harry and begged, "Please hide me!" Harry, realizing it was Sirius, began to walk to Sirius from across the room, but as the room was not neat, Harry tripped over various objects on the floor while Sirius dashed for cover.
"SIRIUS BLACK!" came Fire's piercing voice outside the door. "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! DON'T YOU TRY TO HIDE FROM ME!" There was a muttering of "Alohomora!" and the door swung open. Harry glanced up. Fire was standing in the doorway, positively fuming, Sirius was hiding in a lump under the covers of Harry's formerly fresh-looking bed, and Harry was sprawled out in the middle of the floor.
"Well, well, well," whispered Fire, doing an excellent imitation of Filch when he caught students out of bed. "Aren't we in trouble?" Harry heard a whimper from the lump that was Sirius.
The children came running into the doorway.
"Aunt Ginny!" exclaimed Franklin. "There's an owl with a letter for you!"
Well, that was a big reveal right there. Not. Half of you knew that anyway, whether it was your super-awesome intelligence or my lack of subtlety (sp?) or both. Well, next chapter is Harry's reaction to finding out the identity of Fire and, hopefully, we (I must include myself in this group) will find out what Harry did 15 years ago! Yay! We're almost there! I don't think there will be too long to go!
Until Next Time,
-Lee's Descendant