Disclaimer: I own nothing but the obvious, the rest belongs to JK Rowling.
Authors Note: Well, here it is. Enjoy!
Thanks to my beta and good friend Paladin Steelbreaker.
BEWARE A BIT OF SAPPINESS AND FLUFF IN THIS AND THE NEXT CHAPTER.
-Chapter Nine-
****Year 2012****
Blaise sniffed. Her life was over, and she had no idea when it had run off course.
She had woken up that night around one o'clock, and had gone into the kitchen. Her husband, Bob Wright, wasn't home yet. He had been gone a lot in the past few weeks, but she wasn't worried. He was a Slayer after all. She hadn't gone Hunting for vampires since she got her baby-girl.
She had gotten herself a glass of water and then headed back to her bedroom. She had been just about to enter the room, when the front door further down the corridor opened and in came her husband. However, he wasn't alone. A young, blonde was pressing up against him giggling. Bob whispered something into her ear, and they kissed passionately.
Blaise had just stared, then fury had burst into flame in her and she shrieked angrily throwing her glass of water at the two kissing. Bob had quickly ducked along with the blonde.
"Get out!" Blaise shrieked. "Get out!"
Bob didn't say anything and had pulled the confused blonde with him out the door and since then Blaise had been sitting in the kitchen and crying.
Good thing Anna was with Blaise's parents. She didn't want her to see these kinds of things.
Blaise sobbed again and buried her head into her hands. Lately she had been thinking often about Harry. She still got orders from the Red Dragons, but they were in Draco's handwriting and with his seal. She hadn't seen Harry since their break-up, though there had been a man calling himself Herman Perschwëilegs at her wedding, and she had never met him before.
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Blaise was walking down the street towards the place she worked. A small coffee shop on the corner on the outskirts of New Orleans. Wasn't exactly paid well, but it was enough to keep her busy during the days. And now she was hoping to keep her mind off her cheating husband.
"Hey Cynthia!" one of her co-workers greeted her. "Good you came, it's like a madhouse here! Are you alright?"
Blaise nodded and put on a smile. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just tired. I'll get to work."
"Alright, if you're sure. You take the people on the left in the room, I'll take the people in the middle, and Jack's taking the people on the right." The woman said and hurried off to a customer who was waving to her.
Blaise shook her head and changed quickly, before picking up her notebook and, without looking up, went to the first table on the left.
"What'll it be?" she asked, the pen poised over the paper.
"Just a few words with you," came the reply.
She blinked. She knew that voice! She looked to the man sitting at the table and her mouth dropped open while her eyes widened. He still had the same wonderfully green eyes, the same short, impossible hair, the same scar; the same build, the same clothes. The only thing new were a few new scars.
"Harry...?" she breathed.
He smiled to her. "Hello Blaise."
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Harry smiled at her. She was older, had a few more lines, yet still as lovely as ever.
Blaise stared at him in shock, and he could do nothing but stare back. For her it had only been six years, while for him it had been centuries.
"What... what are you doing here? Everything alright at the Headquarter? How about the rest of the-" Blaise broke off as Harry raised a hand to stop her talking.
"There are a few complications to those things, and we really need to talk - preferably somewhere more privately than this."
"I don't have a break until two."
"I'll wait, that much time we have." He smiled at her again and she felt her stomach do a flip-flop. "Funny thing isn't it?"
Blaise blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Time."
"Well, yes, I suppose it is." She sighed. "I'm happy to see you again, Harry."
"As am I happy to see you. For me it has been eons since last time."
She couldn't help but smile. "Still as charming at thirty-six as you was when we were fifteen."
"Why, thank you for your compliment, dear lady." The old, familiar mischievous twinkle was back in his eyes. Blaise had missed that twinkle. It wasn't like Dumbledore's, all knowing and powerful. It was powerful, that was undeniable, but it was also filled with such a love of life and an undying fire that no one could tame. He truly was his own master.
"Now," he continued with a grin. "Why don't I order one of these delicious coffee's of yours, and wait here until you have your break?"
Blaise actually grinned at this. She had missed his easy-going nature as well. In fact, she had missed everything about him. "Coming right up!"
Harry spent the day watching Blaise run to and fro. He ordered a piece of apple-pie and a glass of water to keep himself from being thrown out by the manager, and ate them as slowly as possible. Blaise had no idea how he managed to make such a thin slice of pie and such a small glass of water last for four hours. But, then again, he was Harry Potter after all.
"Betty!" Blaise called to the other waitress as she picked up her coat. "I'm going for a stroll!"
Betty winked once she spotted Harry waiting by the door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't have done!"
Blaise shook her head and Harry smiled in amusement. Even if he still loved her, he wasn't going to make any advances. She was a married woman after all, and he didn't want to cause any trouble.
They walked in silence for a while until they reached the banks of the Mississippi. There they sat down on a bench and just stared at the river for a while. Finally Blaise got impatient and turned to Harry, only to find him staring intently at her. He shook himself and smiled at her once again.
"Alright, Harry, why have you brought me here?" she asked in the end.
"How are Bob and Anna?" he replied in his usual manner.
"Anna is fine," Blaise replied. "Bob on the other hand..." a black eyebrow rose and Blaise found herself spilling her guts out about what had happened that night. She sobbed and suddenly found herself in Harry's warm embrace. She didn't care, she wanted to stay there forever.
Harry whispered soothing words to her and stroked her head. He was angry, that was a certain thing, but he knew that there was nothing he could do about the situation. He couldn't change time. He let her cry herself out, then presented her with a handkerchief. She accepted and wiped her eyes and nose.
"I really liked the guy you know," Blaise murmured. "He was so nice and sweet, but he changed. I'm just happy that Anna wasn't there." She sniffed. "Oh, listen to me babble on about my problems. What did you want to talk to me about?"
Harry sighed and looked out over the river again. "It's quite the tale to tell the truth. I can hardly believe it myself, and yet it's happening to me." He turned back to her. "I beg of you not to interrupt me until I am done, and please keep an open mind."
Blaise thought over it for a while. Then nodded. "Tell me your tale, then."
The green eyes sparkled again, then Harry began speaking in a low, unhurried voice. Blaise found herself gaping by the end of the tale. She didn't know what shocked her more; the fact that this Harry sitting in front of her was from 6000 years into the future and hadn't aged a day, or the fact that the future wizards had grown so weak and sappy.
"You should see Severus," Harry chuckled. "He's having the time of his life, and this time no one's stopping him from being his outmost snarky and sarcastic. His tongue has taken on a new edge, though he is even more tough against his future heir. Venatio loves it though, and is starting to act like Snape. How we'll survive two of them I'll never know."
Blaise just blinked again. "Is this all true? How could it be true? What's with this Sleep you're talking about? Do I have an heir?"
"You have an heir, Igris Thatcher. I think she's quite taken with Venatio as a matter of fact. Even Draco's got an heir. It's all one big tangled mess, and we need you to help un-knot at least a bit of it."
"Why do you need my help?"
"I told you that the Slayers disappeared 4000 years ago; or better said they are going to disappear 2000 years from now on. There's this evil vampire called Falx that was the one who wiped the Slayers out. Now, this guy is a new version of Gilderoy Lockhart and couldn't possibly do this on his own, besides he's only 300 years old, and wouldn't be smart enough to conjure up a portal to take him back in time."
"So who is behind all of this then?" Blaise asked quite taken with the story.
"The Dark Angel Lucifer and some pet-human of his." Harry shook his head. "I haven't got much more than that, only that they are the ones who come up with the plans and speeches, etc, and Falx is the one to carry them out. To get to the point. I want you to come with me and start up the Slayers again. Even Zev has offered his help in training them, and you know his dislike for everything that is alive or not."
"But what of Anna? What of everything here?" she asked.
"Anna will be taken care of by your parents, don't forget that you have a descendant in the future. 6000 years into the future at that! And what of everything else that keeps you here?" Harry's green eyes looked at her searchingly.
Blaise suddenly knew that this was what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to go with him to the future. There was nothing left for her here except Anna and her parents would take care of her. It would be hard to part with her little girl, but at least she would give her daughter and mother one parting gift before leaving.
"We need to tell them the directions to the island of Avalon," she spoke up. "Or else Hogwarts and the rest of you won't be found in the future."
Harry nodded and stood. He offered her his hand, and she smiled. Bob had never done anything like this for her, but then again Harry was an Englishman, and they were known for their impeccable manners. He easily pulled her up and they started walking back towards the café shop. Blaise needed to quit the job, get back to the house and pack a few clothes and her wand, then she needed to go to the Slayer Organisation and pick up her weapons and copy any books that she would have use of in the future. Then... then came the part she dreaded. She needed to take farewell with her daughter, mother and father.
Harry walked quietly beside her and didn't say a thing, and she was grateful. He always seemed to know what she needed and when she needed it. Once again the thought that Bob didn't went through her head and she shook it off. There was no need to compare that bastard with Harry, it would be like comparing pearls and pigs!
"I am quitting, Betty," Blaise said as she entered the shop. "You tell the manager will you?"
"But what about your pay-check?"
"You keep it, gods know you need it more than I do." Blaise couldn't help her eyes sliding over to look at Harry who was standing a polite distance away, patiently waiting for her.
Betty followed her stare and smiled. "This one is the right one, sister," she said. "Don't let him go." Then she embraced a surprised Blaise. "Have a good life wherever you're going."
"You too." Blaise hugged her back then she and Harry left the shop without a backwards glance.
"Where to?" Harry asked and Blaise gave him the directions to the house that had been her home for five years. "I'll meet you there."
When she appeared in front of the house Blaise smiled again. Even if Harry could get past any ward, and get into any house, he was still politely waiting for her to lock up the door and go in first.
"You and your manners," she said fondly. Harry just smiled. Blaise unlocked the door and led the way in. "Right, it's a bit messy, but that's how it goes. I was thinking of cleaning it up today, but I won't be needing to do it anyway - and thank god for that. I absolutely detest cleaning!"
"You and me both." Harry mumbled and followed her in.
They entered the living room and Blaise mentioned for him to sit. "Can I get you anything? Tea?"
"Some good old whiskey should do it," Harry replied with a grin. "In the future the strongest thing they've got is Butterbeer."
"Oh dear, I suppose I'll be forced to take a few bottles with me." Blaise didn't sound at all sorry or sad about that fact. She smiled again. "A single malt whiskey coming right up."
Harry nodded and the woman disappeared into the kitchen. While she was gone Harry used the time to look at the pictures strewn across the room. Most of them were of a laughing four-year-old girl running after a ball, playing with dolls, opening presents at Christmas, they were all very sweet. Some were of Blaise, others of Bob, and there were a few of the whole family, and a few of friends.
Blaise came back in and Harry accepted the glass from her.
"Mmm, you're a life-saver, you know that?"
She grinned. "You're still as impossible as ever I see. Well, give me a few minutes to pack. It shouldn't take long as I'll be using magic. Gods, how much I've missed using magic. No one, not even Bob or Anna, know that I am a witch. I'll be right ba-" she was cut off as the front door opened and banged shut again.
"Cynthia!!!!" Bob's voice floated through the house as he came storming down the corridor. "We're going to have a talk, and we're going to have that talk right now! Where are you?!" The brown haired man passed the door to the living room, stopped and went back inside. "Here you are! And who's this young whippersnapper?" he asked as he spotted Harry.
Harry raised an eyebrow. 'Whippersnapper?'
"Bob, let me introduce Harry Hunter," Blaise said using a name Harry had used when they were dating to keep from the Wizarding world finding out about them. "He's a very old, very good friend of mine. Harry, this is Bob Wright, my ex-husband."
"Pleased to meet you, Mr Wright."
"Yes, you t- wait a moment! EX-HUSBAND!?!?!?!" Bob shrieked. "What do you think you're doing woman, leaving me for this asshole here?!"
Harry's other eyebrow joined the first. 'Asshole?'
"I am doing what I should've done years ago." Blaise snapped. She shot a quick look towards Harry, only to find him unimpressed by Bob who was puffing himself up like a bullfrog. "I am leaving, and you are not going to get anything! The house will go to Anna once she's old enough, and she'll live with my mother and father until the day she's eighteen."
"And what about you? Where are you going?"
"I'm going with Harry."
Bob's eyes bulged and he exploded.
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Weird ending, I know. But still. Please tell me what you think.
Thanks to:
insanechildfanfic, WolfMoon, Haunting Darkness, szelij, gaul1, Rachel A. Prongs, Musicstarlover, SSSRoaB, daemonwolf, Nasser Himura, The Lady Reaper of the Shadows, Richan MMIII, teaser, persona non grata, Jarvey, howling wolf1, Alicia, Penny Shirley and Phantom Killer.
Authors Note: Well, here it is. Enjoy!
Thanks to my beta and good friend Paladin Steelbreaker.
BEWARE A BIT OF SAPPINESS AND FLUFF IN THIS AND THE NEXT CHAPTER.
-Chapter Nine-
****Year 2012****
Blaise sniffed. Her life was over, and she had no idea when it had run off course.
She had woken up that night around one o'clock, and had gone into the kitchen. Her husband, Bob Wright, wasn't home yet. He had been gone a lot in the past few weeks, but she wasn't worried. He was a Slayer after all. She hadn't gone Hunting for vampires since she got her baby-girl.
She had gotten herself a glass of water and then headed back to her bedroom. She had been just about to enter the room, when the front door further down the corridor opened and in came her husband. However, he wasn't alone. A young, blonde was pressing up against him giggling. Bob whispered something into her ear, and they kissed passionately.
Blaise had just stared, then fury had burst into flame in her and she shrieked angrily throwing her glass of water at the two kissing. Bob had quickly ducked along with the blonde.
"Get out!" Blaise shrieked. "Get out!"
Bob didn't say anything and had pulled the confused blonde with him out the door and since then Blaise had been sitting in the kitchen and crying.
Good thing Anna was with Blaise's parents. She didn't want her to see these kinds of things.
Blaise sobbed again and buried her head into her hands. Lately she had been thinking often about Harry. She still got orders from the Red Dragons, but they were in Draco's handwriting and with his seal. She hadn't seen Harry since their break-up, though there had been a man calling himself Herman Perschwëilegs at her wedding, and she had never met him before.
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Blaise was walking down the street towards the place she worked. A small coffee shop on the corner on the outskirts of New Orleans. Wasn't exactly paid well, but it was enough to keep her busy during the days. And now she was hoping to keep her mind off her cheating husband.
"Hey Cynthia!" one of her co-workers greeted her. "Good you came, it's like a madhouse here! Are you alright?"
Blaise nodded and put on a smile. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just tired. I'll get to work."
"Alright, if you're sure. You take the people on the left in the room, I'll take the people in the middle, and Jack's taking the people on the right." The woman said and hurried off to a customer who was waving to her.
Blaise shook her head and changed quickly, before picking up her notebook and, without looking up, went to the first table on the left.
"What'll it be?" she asked, the pen poised over the paper.
"Just a few words with you," came the reply.
She blinked. She knew that voice! She looked to the man sitting at the table and her mouth dropped open while her eyes widened. He still had the same wonderfully green eyes, the same short, impossible hair, the same scar; the same build, the same clothes. The only thing new were a few new scars.
"Harry...?" she breathed.
He smiled to her. "Hello Blaise."
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Harry smiled at her. She was older, had a few more lines, yet still as lovely as ever.
Blaise stared at him in shock, and he could do nothing but stare back. For her it had only been six years, while for him it had been centuries.
"What... what are you doing here? Everything alright at the Headquarter? How about the rest of the-" Blaise broke off as Harry raised a hand to stop her talking.
"There are a few complications to those things, and we really need to talk - preferably somewhere more privately than this."
"I don't have a break until two."
"I'll wait, that much time we have." He smiled at her again and she felt her stomach do a flip-flop. "Funny thing isn't it?"
Blaise blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Time."
"Well, yes, I suppose it is." She sighed. "I'm happy to see you again, Harry."
"As am I happy to see you. For me it has been eons since last time."
She couldn't help but smile. "Still as charming at thirty-six as you was when we were fifteen."
"Why, thank you for your compliment, dear lady." The old, familiar mischievous twinkle was back in his eyes. Blaise had missed that twinkle. It wasn't like Dumbledore's, all knowing and powerful. It was powerful, that was undeniable, but it was also filled with such a love of life and an undying fire that no one could tame. He truly was his own master.
"Now," he continued with a grin. "Why don't I order one of these delicious coffee's of yours, and wait here until you have your break?"
Blaise actually grinned at this. She had missed his easy-going nature as well. In fact, she had missed everything about him. "Coming right up!"
Harry spent the day watching Blaise run to and fro. He ordered a piece of apple-pie and a glass of water to keep himself from being thrown out by the manager, and ate them as slowly as possible. Blaise had no idea how he managed to make such a thin slice of pie and such a small glass of water last for four hours. But, then again, he was Harry Potter after all.
"Betty!" Blaise called to the other waitress as she picked up her coat. "I'm going for a stroll!"
Betty winked once she spotted Harry waiting by the door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't have done!"
Blaise shook her head and Harry smiled in amusement. Even if he still loved her, he wasn't going to make any advances. She was a married woman after all, and he didn't want to cause any trouble.
They walked in silence for a while until they reached the banks of the Mississippi. There they sat down on a bench and just stared at the river for a while. Finally Blaise got impatient and turned to Harry, only to find him staring intently at her. He shook himself and smiled at her once again.
"Alright, Harry, why have you brought me here?" she asked in the end.
"How are Bob and Anna?" he replied in his usual manner.
"Anna is fine," Blaise replied. "Bob on the other hand..." a black eyebrow rose and Blaise found herself spilling her guts out about what had happened that night. She sobbed and suddenly found herself in Harry's warm embrace. She didn't care, she wanted to stay there forever.
Harry whispered soothing words to her and stroked her head. He was angry, that was a certain thing, but he knew that there was nothing he could do about the situation. He couldn't change time. He let her cry herself out, then presented her with a handkerchief. She accepted and wiped her eyes and nose.
"I really liked the guy you know," Blaise murmured. "He was so nice and sweet, but he changed. I'm just happy that Anna wasn't there." She sniffed. "Oh, listen to me babble on about my problems. What did you want to talk to me about?"
Harry sighed and looked out over the river again. "It's quite the tale to tell the truth. I can hardly believe it myself, and yet it's happening to me." He turned back to her. "I beg of you not to interrupt me until I am done, and please keep an open mind."
Blaise thought over it for a while. Then nodded. "Tell me your tale, then."
The green eyes sparkled again, then Harry began speaking in a low, unhurried voice. Blaise found herself gaping by the end of the tale. She didn't know what shocked her more; the fact that this Harry sitting in front of her was from 6000 years into the future and hadn't aged a day, or the fact that the future wizards had grown so weak and sappy.
"You should see Severus," Harry chuckled. "He's having the time of his life, and this time no one's stopping him from being his outmost snarky and sarcastic. His tongue has taken on a new edge, though he is even more tough against his future heir. Venatio loves it though, and is starting to act like Snape. How we'll survive two of them I'll never know."
Blaise just blinked again. "Is this all true? How could it be true? What's with this Sleep you're talking about? Do I have an heir?"
"You have an heir, Igris Thatcher. I think she's quite taken with Venatio as a matter of fact. Even Draco's got an heir. It's all one big tangled mess, and we need you to help un-knot at least a bit of it."
"Why do you need my help?"
"I told you that the Slayers disappeared 4000 years ago; or better said they are going to disappear 2000 years from now on. There's this evil vampire called Falx that was the one who wiped the Slayers out. Now, this guy is a new version of Gilderoy Lockhart and couldn't possibly do this on his own, besides he's only 300 years old, and wouldn't be smart enough to conjure up a portal to take him back in time."
"So who is behind all of this then?" Blaise asked quite taken with the story.
"The Dark Angel Lucifer and some pet-human of his." Harry shook his head. "I haven't got much more than that, only that they are the ones who come up with the plans and speeches, etc, and Falx is the one to carry them out. To get to the point. I want you to come with me and start up the Slayers again. Even Zev has offered his help in training them, and you know his dislike for everything that is alive or not."
"But what of Anna? What of everything here?" she asked.
"Anna will be taken care of by your parents, don't forget that you have a descendant in the future. 6000 years into the future at that! And what of everything else that keeps you here?" Harry's green eyes looked at her searchingly.
Blaise suddenly knew that this was what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to go with him to the future. There was nothing left for her here except Anna and her parents would take care of her. It would be hard to part with her little girl, but at least she would give her daughter and mother one parting gift before leaving.
"We need to tell them the directions to the island of Avalon," she spoke up. "Or else Hogwarts and the rest of you won't be found in the future."
Harry nodded and stood. He offered her his hand, and she smiled. Bob had never done anything like this for her, but then again Harry was an Englishman, and they were known for their impeccable manners. He easily pulled her up and they started walking back towards the café shop. Blaise needed to quit the job, get back to the house and pack a few clothes and her wand, then she needed to go to the Slayer Organisation and pick up her weapons and copy any books that she would have use of in the future. Then... then came the part she dreaded. She needed to take farewell with her daughter, mother and father.
Harry walked quietly beside her and didn't say a thing, and she was grateful. He always seemed to know what she needed and when she needed it. Once again the thought that Bob didn't went through her head and she shook it off. There was no need to compare that bastard with Harry, it would be like comparing pearls and pigs!
"I am quitting, Betty," Blaise said as she entered the shop. "You tell the manager will you?"
"But what about your pay-check?"
"You keep it, gods know you need it more than I do." Blaise couldn't help her eyes sliding over to look at Harry who was standing a polite distance away, patiently waiting for her.
Betty followed her stare and smiled. "This one is the right one, sister," she said. "Don't let him go." Then she embraced a surprised Blaise. "Have a good life wherever you're going."
"You too." Blaise hugged her back then she and Harry left the shop without a backwards glance.
"Where to?" Harry asked and Blaise gave him the directions to the house that had been her home for five years. "I'll meet you there."
When she appeared in front of the house Blaise smiled again. Even if Harry could get past any ward, and get into any house, he was still politely waiting for her to lock up the door and go in first.
"You and your manners," she said fondly. Harry just smiled. Blaise unlocked the door and led the way in. "Right, it's a bit messy, but that's how it goes. I was thinking of cleaning it up today, but I won't be needing to do it anyway - and thank god for that. I absolutely detest cleaning!"
"You and me both." Harry mumbled and followed her in.
They entered the living room and Blaise mentioned for him to sit. "Can I get you anything? Tea?"
"Some good old whiskey should do it," Harry replied with a grin. "In the future the strongest thing they've got is Butterbeer."
"Oh dear, I suppose I'll be forced to take a few bottles with me." Blaise didn't sound at all sorry or sad about that fact. She smiled again. "A single malt whiskey coming right up."
Harry nodded and the woman disappeared into the kitchen. While she was gone Harry used the time to look at the pictures strewn across the room. Most of them were of a laughing four-year-old girl running after a ball, playing with dolls, opening presents at Christmas, they were all very sweet. Some were of Blaise, others of Bob, and there were a few of the whole family, and a few of friends.
Blaise came back in and Harry accepted the glass from her.
"Mmm, you're a life-saver, you know that?"
She grinned. "You're still as impossible as ever I see. Well, give me a few minutes to pack. It shouldn't take long as I'll be using magic. Gods, how much I've missed using magic. No one, not even Bob or Anna, know that I am a witch. I'll be right ba-" she was cut off as the front door opened and banged shut again.
"Cynthia!!!!" Bob's voice floated through the house as he came storming down the corridor. "We're going to have a talk, and we're going to have that talk right now! Where are you?!" The brown haired man passed the door to the living room, stopped and went back inside. "Here you are! And who's this young whippersnapper?" he asked as he spotted Harry.
Harry raised an eyebrow. 'Whippersnapper?'
"Bob, let me introduce Harry Hunter," Blaise said using a name Harry had used when they were dating to keep from the Wizarding world finding out about them. "He's a very old, very good friend of mine. Harry, this is Bob Wright, my ex-husband."
"Pleased to meet you, Mr Wright."
"Yes, you t- wait a moment! EX-HUSBAND!?!?!?!" Bob shrieked. "What do you think you're doing woman, leaving me for this asshole here?!"
Harry's other eyebrow joined the first. 'Asshole?'
"I am doing what I should've done years ago." Blaise snapped. She shot a quick look towards Harry, only to find him unimpressed by Bob who was puffing himself up like a bullfrog. "I am leaving, and you are not going to get anything! The house will go to Anna once she's old enough, and she'll live with my mother and father until the day she's eighteen."
"And what about you? Where are you going?"
"I'm going with Harry."
Bob's eyes bulged and he exploded.
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Weird ending, I know. But still. Please tell me what you think.
Thanks to:
insanechildfanfic, WolfMoon, Haunting Darkness, szelij, gaul1, Rachel A. Prongs, Musicstarlover, SSSRoaB, daemonwolf, Nasser Himura, The Lady Reaper of the Shadows, Richan MMIII, teaser, persona non grata, Jarvey, howling wolf1, Alicia, Penny Shirley and Phantom Killer.