A/n Again, you guys totally make me happy with the fav. It helps me get the energy to continue to write because I know I have readers!! ACK, love it…. Reviews make me type happy too, -hint hint nudge nudge-
And of course you should ALL recognize the song and if you don't I will cry.
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"When I grow older, start losing my hair many years from now… do do do" Harry sung under his breath as he bounce up the steps of Anna's house. He was smiling lightly as he opened the door. He had just competed his second year of Hogwarts and quite proud of himself. He had just obtained 2nd in class after Hermione Granger, no easy feat.
The smile ran from his face however as he scanned the parlor. Suit cases lay open everywhere half full. Things floated around haphazardly and in no order.
"Hello?" Harry called into the house. He heard a muffled noise from upstairs, and two sets of footfall.
Anna appeared, Her face blushed. Harry your home! She embraced him, stepped back and looked him over.
You've grown! She smiled warmly.
"Anna, what's with the suitcases?" Harry looked at her baffled.
Ah… yes the… suitcases… A frazzled look returned to her face. Well something unexpected happened you see.
"Are you going somewhere?" Harry asked.
No. No, no my mother is staying with me. Something happened and she needs somewhere to stay.
"Your mother?"
Yes. Here she comes. Another figure appeared.
"Anna, your house is too big. I've gotten lost at least five times!" Anna's mother was not what Harry expected. He had expected an aged beauty. Slightly pump from age, but still holding her old grace.
But Anna's mother did not fit the picture. She still held all of youth's qualities. Her hair was still bouncing, shining, and blonde, that fell around her cute rounded face. She was shorter then Anna, and softer. Her button nose wriggled and she gave Harry a smile when she saw him.
"Hallo poppet! I'm Rosa-" But she stopped and looked at Anna who shook here head. "Anna's mother."
"Are you sure?" Harry blurted out before he could stop himself. Rosa gave a giggle.
"OH yes QUITE sure, m'dear!" She winked cheekily at Anna who raised an eyebrow.
He's only 13, Mother.
"I'm Harry Potter." Harry ignored Anna's comment and held out a hand. Rosa shook his hand lightly and smiled.
"Of course you are! Now, Anna How about some lunch? You are a MUCH better cook then I! If it wasn't for your father we would have had to deal with burn food at every meal!"
Mother… Anna gave her a sharp warning look
"Oops Taboo!" Rosa smirked and sat herself down. "Anna, be a dear, I think we could all use a little wine, right, Harry?"
Anna slammed down a jar.
He's only 13!! Anna stared her mother down.
"So? You were thirteen too!" Rosa wiggled her figure. Anna's eyes widened, then narrowed.
STOP IT MOTHER! Anna spelled the words out for emphasis. I grew up differently then others.
"What on earth are you implying?" Rosa's tone turned dangerous fast.
Simply that some of my upbringing was not healthy.
"Anna! How could you say that! I was a VERY good mother and your father is a good man."
Was… was a good man.
The two women glowered at each other.
"Well the sooner we leave the better." Rosa snapped.
I told you I'm not coming home with you. You're welcome to stay here as long as you need, but this is my home.
"All by yourself Anna?" Rosa's eyes narrowed. "Don't you miss the pitter patter of little feet? The dancing and singing?"
That Annabella is dead to the world mother. There is only Anna.
"Yes a shell of your former self. Pity."
Harry stood up and cleared his throat. "Um… I have work to do. So... I'd better, hit the road huh?"
Nether woman looked as Harry snuck out of the kitchen.
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Not wanting to hang out with the with the Dursleys, Harry had no option but to go to the house that could possibly contain WWIII. He dragged his feet of the stairs and looked dully at the door. It took him a few minutes to realize that he was staring at a note.
Harry
I know I said I wasn't going anywhere, but my mother has this very annoying habit of doing what ever she can to get what she wants. She stole my parrot. I am going after that stupid parrot. I'll be back as soon as I get a hold of my bird. Key's in the mailbox. Fell free to stay here. Just water my plants and don't kill anything.
Love
Anna
Harry chuckled to himself and then opened the door. He walked inside and head towards the plants. There he found another note.
Harry
I know you're going to hate me for making Anna follow me, but I had to! She can't walk around like an empty shell anymore. Now Harry I know she thinks she'll be back soon, but don't hold your breath. I can promise she'll be back before your fifteenth birthday. But no early then your fourteenth. Don't bother calling the bobbies, she came after me by free will!
Happy studies
Rosa
Harry stared at the letter in shock. Was this woman a nutcase? Anna was perfectly happy! Wasn't she?
Harry walked around the big house in confusion. This lonely feeling in the gut, was this what Anna felt all the time? The big house seemed so empty.
Then the pit in his stomach widened. He revalued Anna and her role in his life. Anna was the enigma that never fit. Sure she had loved and cared for Harry, taught him everything she knew… but she never fully fit. She had like her mother said, been a half person. A shell. Harry only got to see the faintest glimpses of her at times; Speeding in the car, the collection of paintings, and her mother's remarks.
Poking his head around Anna's mini library Harry found most of the books to be great works of literature, text books, and art books. Nothing that defined her as a person. He sat down at a desk and pulled drawers open at random; receipts, ads, appointments, checks…. And a letter? the handwriting was rough, must have been written in haste
Annabella
Did I not tell you that this would eventually happen? I thought I made it quite clear your father was dangerous. But no!! You insisted that he was a good man. I told you not to come crying to ME. But since you have… my advice? Clear out of there. I'll supply you with what you need and I'll be there for you.
Because I owe you
-S
Harry reread it three more times, his mind whirling. Since when did Anna ask anyone for help? Or money? Harry ruffled through the draw in haste for a rough draft of a reply. He found it rather quickly.
EXUSCE ME? I DID NOT GO CRAWLING AND CRYING TO YOU. IN FACT I'VE BEEN OUT OF THERE FOR MOUNTHES!
DO YOU HONESTLY THINK MONEY WOULD BE A PROBLEM FOR ME? ARE YOU THAT ARROGENT AND SELF CENTERED? GO CRAWL BACK INTO WHAT EVER MUD HOLE YOU CAME FROM.
-ANNA
Harry chuckled to himself. He could see Anna now, infuriated writing such a letter. But the smile slid. To whom?
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Years seemed to flew by in Harry's mind. His third and fourth years were a whirl wind of danger, and excitement. With the find of his falsely accused of murder godfather, and rise of the Dark lord Voldmort Harry hardly thought at all.
But the rush stopped. After the school year ended Harry found himself back on privet drive, and this time in a state of depression and trauma. His emotions of anger and depression rose and fell. It was not until the order of the phoenix rescued Harry and brought him to the head quarters does your story begin again.