AN: I got one review from, I don't know, five chapters. I'm not saying you have to but a little reassurance would be much appreciated. Even if your review read, "Hey, I read this. Liked." Or just "liked."
Thanks to dude, who I couldn't reply to. I'm sorry for the grammar problems. I always hate reading them to. I'll try to go back and fix them when I get the time. I'm really glad you still like the story though and thank you for reviewing.
Chapter 37
The Cancer
"Harry, are you still in there? We're doing homework downstairs with some snacks and butterbeer if you want to join us." She waited patiently for an answer. It was completely silent without the sounds of running water or even breathing. "Harr—y."
She took a quick step back as Harry stood in the open doorway, dripping from head to toe.
"Harry, why are you and your clothes all wet?" Bonnie asked, touching his jacket. "And why are you so cold? You're going to catch your death of cold," Bonnie said quickly taking out her wand and a waving a drying charm over him. "What were you doing in there? You know you scared the crap out of me. Why do you have to be so over-dramatic? You know you scare Fish when you get in one of your moods. And me to for that matter. I won't even bother to tell you what I drank at breakfast this morning but it sure wasn't pumpkin juice. But what do you care, you're sitting up here sulking, freezing yourself in water for Merlin knows what reason…"
As she continued to complain to him Harry just stood there smiling at her contentedly. She was dressed in another one of her nightly outfits, a casual knee length black dress, Mary-Janes and her large black hat. God only knows why she wore these things while studying but it was something Harry loved about her.
"Harry, are you even listening to me?" Bonnie asked. She noticed Harry staring and smiling at her. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Harry just smiled more and took a step toward her. "You look pretty," he said quietly.
Bonnie blushed. "Are you just saying that to get out of the conversation because we—"
Harry gently removed her hat and looked down at her and into her eyes, still smiling. He leaned down slowly and gently caught her lips in a sensual kiss. "I miss you," Harry mumbled against her lips, brushing his lips across hers without form.
"I haven't gone anywhere," Bonnie mumbled, lack of breath keeping her voice quiet as Harry ran his fingers over her curls while his other hand still held her hat.
"We don't spend time together anymore. We sleep in the same bed at night; see each other at meals…." He pulled away and looked her in the eye. "I'm sorry I avoided you today. I just needed time to think. To get things back in order." He stroked the side of his fingers over her still blushing cheek. "I'm sorry for scaring you," he apologized.
"Go tell that to Fish."
Harry ignored the comment. "But I'm not at all pleased that you were drinking at breakfast."
"It was a small glass. And…I know you miss her or whatever, but I really don't."
"I know pet. But you don't drink. It's no reason to resort to alcohol."
Bonnie lowered her head. "I'm sorry."
Harry kissed her forehead. "Me too." He gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders and brought her close against his chest. Bonnie wrapped her arms tightly around Harry's waist and nuzzled into his chest, basking in the sudden closeness as Harry laid his cheek on her hair.
A couple minutes later Harry lifted his head and kissed Bonnie's hair. "You wanna go downstairs now?"
"Why?" Bonnie asked, nuzzling closer.
"To do your homework?" Harry asked.
"In a few minutes," Bonnie said, tightening her grip around his waist.
"Okay," Harry agreed, tightening his arms as well, taking pleasure in how his fiancé sought his comfort.
After a few more moments of standing there holding each other Harry pulled away and Bonnie was forced to do the same. Harry kissed her forehead and smiled. "I haven't eaten all day. Let's go enjoy some snacks shall we?" Harry asked, taking her hand. Bonnie nodded and grabbed her bag off the floor near the door before following him down stairs.
Fish, Tim, and Tom stood quickly as Harry entered the room and made his way downstairs. "St. Jimmy? Are you alright?" Fish asked quickly, his homework hanging off his fingers.
"I'm fine Fish. I was just having a thinking day. Now who's holding the food? For once I'm starving," Harry announced, sitting in front of the fire with Bonnie who quickly took out her books before grabbing her hat back from Harry and placing it on her head.
Harry turned to her. "Why must you wear a hat while you do homework?"
"Because my writing looks better in the dark and my hat happens to shadow the parchment. Also, I think better when I'm dressed nice." She took out her parchment and opened her books and started on her essay for Transfiguration as Harry took the food that Ron shoved toward him.
"Don't you have any homework from Dumbledore Harry?" Hermione asked.
"No, he hasn't given much homework lately. We're working on legillimancy and at the moment your minds are all very boring."
"Harry, that's so rude," Ginny said, making sure her eyes did not come in contact with his.
"Well I must get my practice in somehow. Dumbledore's mind is quite hard to get through so I have to work on people who do not have any walls up. Like Fish… and Ron. Do you both find your homework so boring that you must think such improper things?" Harry asked, before dodging the paper ball Ron threw at his head. The second one hit straight into the side of his head.
The group grew quiet for a moment as the group wrote their sentences and Harry started on his dinner. There was a quiet tap at the window and Harry looked up to see Hedwig with a small note. He quickly went over and let her in. She perched on her arm as she nipped at his finger and he took the letter. Harry left but returned to her with a bite of his dinner and she ate before leaving back to the Owlery. Harry sat back down again and looked at the formal lettering.
"Who's it from?" Bonnie asked, leaning over his shoulder.
Harry didn't answer as he opened the letter from its seal.
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To Sir Harry James Potter, also known as Sir St. Jimmy,
It has come to our attention Sir that you were formally a student at our school; you and your new fiancé Miss Bonnevilla McNeal, alias, Pet.
I have recently been appointed the new president of the projects here at Victoria's School for the Gifted and when I heard about your knighting ceremony I double checked with the professors as I knew I had heard you often discussed in the hallways when speaking of the past.
Your former teachers have brought it to my attention that many things had been confiscated from you and the girl that really should not have been. I am terribly sorry for how long the wait has been that we have been holding your things captive and I give you my profound apologies about the inconvenience of our holding your things.
Unfortunately we have not gathered them all yet as one of our older professors seems quite reluctant to give up what he explained to us as a prized possession he captured from you one year. I am at the moment trying to force him to give it up and I hope to send you all your things by morning with or without the last item, which I promise to send to you at one point in time.
President, Headmaster of Victoria's School for the Gifted,
Mister William Trouse
Mister William Trouse
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Harry chewed on his forefinger as he read through the letter, his eyebrows etched together in utter confusion.
Apparently he read too slowly for Bonnie and she became impatient. "Well, who is it from?"
"Mister Trouse. He's the… he's the new Headmaster at Victoria's."
"The school of horror and human-animal testing?" she questioned. "You're still in contact with them?"
"I cannot recall sending them a letter. The headmaster is new and since I was knighted he thought it prudent to contact me and tell me they plan to send us the things they confiscated from us as students."
"What type of things?" Bonnie asked curiously and suspiciously.
Harry looked at her. "I'm not sure."
"What kinds of things were confiscated?" Ron asked.
"I can't remember. But apparently one of my older professors is holding something hostage."
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The next morning everyone was gathered at breakfast. Josh had come over to Harry to make sure he was alright and Harry said he was so Josh left him alone. Dumbledore wasn't going anywhere today so he would be having classes with him today.
Sometime in the middle of lunch when the owls began distributing mail to the other students two owls flew over toward Bonnie and Harry with two large brown boxes tied with string. When they landed in front of them Harry and Bonnie untied them quickly, as interested as the people around them to see what was inside. Harry opened his first.
"I was a strange child," Harry said, looking into the box. He reached in and pulled out a Britney Spears Barbie doll. Her hair was shaved off, her eyes were punctured out by something, her fingers and feet were cut off and her head was hanging to the side by a small piece of plastic. She was wearing all white with a large X marked across her body with what looked like paint.
"You had a Barbie Doll Harry?" Ron asked.
"One of my teachers gave it to me as a joke and then when I started mutilating it they took it away."
"Why is there an X across her body?" Ron asked.
"Because it was indecent, smutty, and provocative. See, her clothes are taped and glued to her body because Bonnie informed me that you could change her clothes."
"You were afraid of seeing a naked Barbie Doll?" Hermione asked.
"I was nine and the school had gotten the sex talk a week before. I'm very conservative if you hadn't noticed." He reached into the box again and pulled out a fashion magazine.
"Harry, you don't like fashion," Bonnie pointed out.
Harry opened the magazine to show them how he had etched out all the models eyes and used a sharpie to give them bigger bodies and color all their clothes black.
"Harry, did the teachers ever tell you that you had serious problems?" Hermione asked, taking the magazine and looking over it carefully.
Harry glared at her and took out the next item. It was a Rubix cube. "Ah, look Bonnie. Remember how we used to do them blindfolded. Bonnie and I hold the world record. At least I think we still do. But then we also did it blindfolded."
"Is there anything else in there?" Bonnie asked.
"There's a Sharpie marker and this thing," Harry said, pulling out an envelope. There was a letter inside. As he pulled it out a small square of white tile fell out onto the table. Harry looked at the letter. The note read: "Your old professor said that this is the piece of white tile that was in the study room during the Black& White session. He said it's important because it was the only thing that ever kept you behaved. I'm not sure what you ever did to him as no one would say but he started crying when I took it away from him. If you know why I would appreciate you telling me so I could get him some help. I am very sorry for the testing we had put you through and we hope you have not gone through any psychological problems because of it."
Harry stared at the white tile for a few seconds remembering the dream he had the night before. He scooped up the tile with the envelope and stuffed the letter in with it returning his things to the box. "Nothing of any importance," he said, closing it. He turned to Bonnie. "What's in yours?"
Bonnie smiled and opened her box. "A rubix cube," she said, setting it on the table. She grabbed some magazines but then shoved them back into the box saying it was nothing but Harry grabbed them.
"Come on you have to show us. What are they?" Harry asked, grabbing one of the magazines out of her hand despite her protest. He looked at it and then up at her. "Sweet heart," he said as Bonnie blushed, "how long have you been planning our wedding?"
"Shut up!" she said, taking the Bride Magazine from his hands and putting it back. "I was infatuated and in love with you and all I watched was romance films. Can you really blame me?"
"It's all right pet. Just because you're smitten doesn't make me love you any less," Harry said, kissing her cheek. "I am so desirable aren't I?" Harry said, laying his head on her shoulder as she rolled her eyes. He sat up again and scooted closer. "What else is in there? Your box is much more interesting than mine."
"They were just Bride Magazines," Bonnie said shuffling around in the box. "Oh, it's that book that the other girls got me when they were making fun of me," Bonnie smiled, pulling out "Are You There God? It's Me Margaret." "Then they finished the book, lived the book, and realized I was better off. It made me feel so much better about myself."
Hermione grabbed the book. "My mum gave me this book when I turned 12. You never…"
"No."
"Lucky."
"Let's stop talking about girly things," Ron said, eyeing the book like it was going to curse him.
The girls laughed and Bonnie looked back in the box. "Then we have some other things. Pictures of Harry, little hearts, notebooks with Lady St. Jimmy written over and over until I found out Harry's last name in which it then became Bonnevilla Jackeline McNeal Price Potter," Bonnie said, flipping through the notebook.
"Aww, that's so cute," Ginny and Hermione said.
"Are you really going to keep all those names?" Harry asked.
"No, I must have been really bored or practicing my penmanship." She searched some more. "Ooh, a video tape. Labeled: the sex talk. Oh my god!" she started giggling. "We have to watch this."
"No we don't," Harry said, grabbing the tape.
"Yes we do. It was funny. You were political and going against your own morals."
"How old were you two when they gave this talk?" Ginny asked.
"Seven. First year Bonnie came to the school."
Harry put the tape in his own box and Bonnie looked back in hers. "The only thing left is some potions I made during the school year while I wasn't in class." She took one out; a purplish brown potion in a small jar with a cork. "This one is a bonding potion I made with some ingredients from home. This one," a small yellow test tube, "is a… skin eating disease." They all scooted away. "And this one," a blackish red chemical in a vile, "um…" Then it dawned on her and after her eyes had widened her mouth dropped and she screamed at the top of her lungs while still smiling brightly like a maniac. Harry covered his ears, as did the rest of the hall. Bonnie stood up and started jumping excitedly up and down until her voice ran out and she fainted on the floor the vile still clutched in her hand. Harry was over to her fast enough to make sure her head didn't hit the tile floor.
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Bonnie woke up in the hospital wing, there was someone gripping her hand and she could hear voices talking around her. One was Snape's and she noticed he sounded quite proud for some reason. He never had that bit of happiness in his voice, though it was still very small.
Her eyes flickered open. "Hey pet, you're awake," Harry greeted, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"
"What happened?"
"Well they sent back your famous potion. You cured Cancer," Harry smiled.
"I did. I cured Cancer. I CURED CANCER!"
"Miss McNeal would you please calm down. You've screamed enough this morning," Madam Pomfrey said walking over to her.
"Where is my potion?"
"It's alright pet, it's right here," Harry said, holding it out for her. She took it quickly and held it close to her heart closing her eyes.
"It's so beautiful. I worked so hard on it," she sighed.
"It is a miracle. It got Snape to smile and say he was proud of one of his students."
"Aww, of me? I'm proud of me to," Bonnie said.
"I'm proud of you to," Harry smiled.
"Well I have to get up now. Have to find a hospital that will start distributing the potion to cancer patients. And it can be part of your new charity and we can sell it to patients for free. Or maybe for a pound or a dollar or something. Because I'd feel really bad trying to make money off of sick people when we don't need it."
"Oh goodie. More ways to get rid of money," Harry said excitedly.
Bonnie climbed out of bed. "Do you think we can cure everyone by the end of the weekend?"
"I'll get the followers out of bed early morning to work for me. I'm sure at least half of them have nothing to do this weekend." They walked out of the hospital wing hand in hand.
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The next weekend when Bonnie had tested the potion to perfection, they had made an appointment with an expensive hospital in London that would let them distribute the potion for free. And for Sir Harry Potter, The Savior, they would let him do anything.
"Aww, look how cute they are," Bonnie said, as they were escorted into the children's leukemia center of the hospital. Little boys and girls were lying asleep in their beds hooked to IV's.
"They are," said the nurse escorting them. "You know it's just wonderful what you're doing for them. A lot of these children's families would never be able to afford a cure, just some form of treatment."
"Well, they're our future. Can't have them all worrying about this disease when they should be thinking about their futures and how they're going to change the world," Harry said, sitting next to a blonde little boy. "He reminds me of Fish. Quick, give him the potion first," Harry said, excitedly. He was in disguise even though his guards were standing around him. His hair was longer, hanging in his eyes and over his ears so he had to keep moving it out of the way to see, it was a lighter shade of black instead of raven and he was wearing a pair of black jeans, brown Converse, a tee and a suit jacket with tails.
"Can we wake them up?" Bonnie asked. She was dressed in her normal formal outing outfit with a black Zac Posen dress.
"How do you need to administer the medicine?" the nurse said just as the doctor entered the room.
"Needle will make it work faster but then we'd have to go through all those needles so we can just feed it to them orally," Bonnie said, going over to the little boy that Harry was sitting beside. She took a potion vial from her purse and set it on a tray. She tapped the one vial and ten others popped up around it. She looked over at the children lying in their beds and counted them to make sure she had enough. She took the first vial and handed it to the doctor. "They just have to drink it."
"And all their parents have agreed to this?" the doctor asked, looking over the vial.
"Harry talked to them," Bonnie said, taking a vial to the nurse.
"Sir Potter, the Savior?" the doctor asked, surprised. "He's in my hospital?" he asked excitedly.
Bonnie smiled and pointed slowly over to Harry.
Even the nurse looked surprised as they looked over toward Harry who stood looking at them both curiously as he hadn't been listening and didn't know why people were staring at him.
Both nurse and doctor fell to the floor in a low bow.
"Please don't do that, you have potions to distribute. Follow Bonnie, I'm going to go see if anyone needs some cheering up," Harry said, leaving the room with all his guards except one who would watch Bonnie.
Bonnie smiled at the doctor and the nurse and headed toward the little boy Harry had been sitting beside with one of her vials.
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It took a month for the cure to be spread throughout all of England and the news had of course spread across the world after that. The Savior wasn't the only person to save people this year. His fiancé, soon to be wife, was also a Savior herself; stopping the deaths of millions of patients in hospitals across the world. She had her picture on the paper everywhere in the articles about her cure. And in the science journals she talked with scientists who had been working on a cure for Cancer for a long time. But she stayed mostly to papers and magazines as she was trying to stay out of the lime light, where she would end up if she would go to talk shows. She had been invited to go on a popular American talk show to celebrate smart women but she claimed she was too modest to ever get up on a stage to talk about it at the moment.
Harry didn't seem to mind at all which made Bonnie happier. She knew Harry didn't like the lime light and he tried to stay away as much as he could at this point. The newspapers hadn't gotten pictures of him recently since his birthday party. She didn't want to pull him out with her when she knew he wasn't ready.
Unfortunately, the talk show host was very persistent to get the girl that cured cancer onto her show; it was like having the first woman U.S. president come on your talk show. Bonnie made a compromise with her and Harry, Fish and Ginny came on with her for comfort.
By that time Harry wasn't very comfortable with people from the media because of the politicians he had been around lately since Cameron had let him come back to the meetings. The politicians happened to like him and enjoy his company but they also liked to make fun of him, making Harry very personal and sensitive. It wasn't the best time to try television appearances but Josh felt that maybe it would pull him from his cocoon.
So there they sat on the woman's bright yellow couch, the make up artists holding a brush while standing in front of Bonnie and Harry. She sighed. "It's people like you that put me out of a job," she said, as Harry shooed another makeup artist away from him since he refused to wear blush or let anyone touch his hair. It had grown longer and he hadn't cut it since it had grown to the length where he had to push it to the side to see in front of him.
The female host sat down on her chair beside them staring at Harry. "I can't believe our Savior is so young. Who saw this coming?"
Fish, Harry and Bonnie raised their hands as though it had been an actual question.
"Of course cause you're his followers, right?"
"On in five," said a camera man holding up five fingers and counting down. When he closed his fist the woman began.
"Hello, and welcome to a special episode. Today we have some very special guests. Miss Bonnevilla McNeal has agreed to come on our show today to discuss her work on the cure for Cancer. And with her she has brought her fiancé, Sir Harry James Potter, our Savior." There was a large cheering from the audience that not even she could calm down for at least two minutes. "Also… also here is Sir Potter's right hand man, Fish, and his girlfriend Ginny Weasley." There was polite applause.
"Actually it's Bonnie," Bonnie corrected, refusing to be called by her real name on live television.
"Of course and Fish? Is that your real name?" she asked Fish.
"It has been since I was four," Fish said.
"Mhmm, now Miss McNeal, when did you start working on this cure of yours?" the woman questioned.
"When I was seven. In school we were told to make things out of whatever we happened to carry around in our book bags. Well me and Harry being the little weirdoes that we were happened to carry some strange things in our bags so we shared. I ended up with a cure for Caner and Harry; well Harry's was confiscated by the government so we're not sure what he made."
"Do you think you'll ever get it back because of your new fame?" she asked Harry.
"Well they sent her Cancer cure but not whatever I made so I'm guessing they really don't want to give it back," Harry said.
"Does that mean you can't remember what you made?" the woman asked.
"They usually wiped our memories or brainwashed us after things like that. Bonnie knew about magic then so her mother was able to get her memory back. I'm sure they would be able to get mine back but I'm not sure I really want it."
"It sounds like a strange school," the woman said. "I'm not sure I've ever heard of Victoria's."
"Well it's in Germany for one. You self-centered Americans wouldn't hear about it unless you were looking for your own self fulfillment so you could tell other people you're not a normal self-centered American like the rest of them. Right?"
Bonnie and Fish both looked at Harry with wide eyes while Ginny couldn't stop a small giggle. Bonnie took over. "It's a school for the gifted. In Germany as Harry said. They usually only accept the best. Any type of special gift you have is enough to get you in. Harry had a gift for art and I had a gift for chemistry, or potions. Then you had to speak at least four of the main languages, French, English, and Spanish and of course German. Everyone except Harry who didn't even speak till he got there, right?"
"Only when necessary," Harry said blatantly.
"You didn't talk. You went to this school when you were five yes?"
"Yes and I spoke six languages by the time I got to the school I just preferred not to express myself through words. I regularly wrote my dialogue to the teachers or expressed my anger by kicking them in the shin."
"You hit your teachers?" the woman asked, shocked.
"All the time. I didn't get in trouble because I was their special, special student. Bonnie didn't either because if you got angry at her I might shave your head in your sleep while she shoves poison down your throat. We were horrible little children."
"You poisoned your teachers?"
"No, that was just an example. I would never be able to kill anyone who didn't seriously deserve it. God would hate me for that and send me to hell. We did give a teacher a heart attack once but it was entirely his own fault. His anniversary of his death is tomorrow if anyone wants to celebrate with us," Harry said to the crowd. "He was a very nice man. A little crude but he never winced when I kicked him."
"I'm sorry but… I find it strange that our Savior—"
"Me."
"Right, I find it strange that our Savior was so… well… cruel."
"I wasn't cruel. I was young and my teachers labeled me as the genius little bastard. I was only living up to the name."
"Oh, you're not allowed to say that on television," she said quickly, though they bleeped it out.
"Sorry, we don't watch television," Bonnie apologized.
"You don't?"
"No," Fish said. "St. Jimmy thinks that television pollutes the mind with mainly sexually affiliated things. Nobody in the group watches more than Law and Order, but not SVU. At least those of us who follow the rules."
"And Miss McNeal, you follow these rules as well? Does Mister Potter control all the things you watch or are you allowed free rain because you're going to be his wife?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Bonnie asked confused and surprised.
"You used to be "St. Jimmy's" follower were you not? Now that you're going to be his wife does that mean that the old rules don't apply anymore? Or do you still follow all his orders?"
"I'm still a follower if that's what you're saying and I'm also going to be his wife."
"So you have no rights. You're just legally bound to him in matrimony and he'll still be telling you what to do, what to watch, what to say, your religion as well I'm guessing by how he is about his own. I also heard that you've never had a boyfriend before you and Sir Potter started dating. Was that of his doing as well?"
"That is really none of your business," Harry interrupted as Bonnie's mouth hung open at a lost for words. "Our personal life is ours alone and you have no business questioning the workings of our relationship. And for your information, as you're so obviously the self-absorbed American that is prejudiced about, my followers and my relationships are two completely separate things."
"Ah yes, cause you've dated your followers before haven't you?"
Harry looked like punching something but instead took Bonnie's hand. "I request that you go to a commercial please," Harry said politely.
The producers signaled that this was the best idea and the show went to commercial. Harry quickly stood taking Bonnie with him and headed to the back. "I'm so suing her," Harry said, glaring at the woman from across the room. "This is what I get for not watching stupid American television all my life."
"That was wonderful wasn't it?" asked the host as she walked up to them with a big smile on her face. She looked exhilarated as though she had just run a wonderful mile.
Harry glared at her like he wanted to tear her to shreds and burn her with the fire that came out of his fingers.
"Sir Potter, it went wonderful. You make for such wonderful gossip. Why are we going to commercial?" she question.
"Are you ten years younger then you look or are you just an idiot?" Harry asked coldly. "What was with the third degree on personal questions? I specifically remember that this was supposed to be about Bonnie finding the cure for Cancer. Not our relationship or my followers or me. You went completely over the line. It's no wonder I don't watch television, you hosts are all idiots who have no better qualities than to talk people to death."
"That's quite rude. All I did was my job. Now we better get back to the set, we're about to go back on."
"Over my dead body. You won't get any of us back on that set."
The host smiled and turned to Bonnie. "Are you going to follow your husband's orders?" she asked.
"Of course I am," Bonnie said, taking Harry's hand. "You bitch." They both turned together and Fish and Ginny followed behind smiling. His guards followed as well.
"You can't just leave; I have another 45 minutes to get through with no other guests."
"That's too bad."
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The next morning their television debut was on the front page, as anything involving Harry always was. It was like a way for the papers to show their respect to him. Like if Jesus was on earth and went shopping down in London he would be on the from page right? Harry was often compared to him these days as it was unfathomable to think of anyone else comparable.
"At least they bashed the host instead of us. I can thank the papers for that," Harry said.
"Good," Josh said, sitting down beside him. "Wouldn't want you having a break down."
"Who said I was going to have a break down?" Harry asked, looking around the table.
"No one," Josh said quickly. "It's just that you've been a little out of it lately."
"I have not."
"You've been a little grumpy," Ron said.
"I have not. You're just all too sensitive. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go meet Professor Dumbledore so I can have more time convincing him to take me to Germany with him. Your father has to accept because he promised," he told Bonnie. He kissed her cheek and stood to leave, handing the paper to Fish.
Once gone and Harry was out of the hall Josh folded his arms on the table and rested his head in his arms. "I'm a horrible therapist," he murmured into his sleeve.
"No you're not Josh," Ginny said. "You're doing a wonderful job."
"Yeah, Harry's just not susceptible to admitting that he's insane and needs some help," Fish said, patting Josh's arm. "He'll come around."
"I hope so. I've never had such a difficult patient," he said, looking up. "Well, I'll leave you all to get back to your classes. I'm going to consult an associate of mine. Have a nice class," he said, leaving the table as they all said goodbye.
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"Savior is: Hard-Core Catholic with Shocking Mouth
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The Savior is not what anyone would call a saint or a project as the perfect Catholic. Despite what we have all been seeing in the press about him saving the world and being this wholly nice guy he has a greatly rebellious side. He has been called, by silent sources, an anarchist, a bad mouth, someone you would not want around your kids and, despite the fact that he's engaged, not a boy you'd bring home to your mother. And yet mothers and fathers and teens are begging for his autograph and worshipping him.
We're not saying he didn't save the world and we're also not saying he can't be a good guy. We're just saying that he's not all that respectable. He has been caught calling politicians (any but The Prime Minister of England) scumbag pigs and mumbling the words "See You Next Tuesday," which we looked up to reveal as a veiled insult meaning 'the C word' as an acronym.
We're all in love with our Savior but a respected doctor at _ English hospital said, "someone needs to help him with his stress. He is obviously unable to deal with the day to day lifestyle of being "The Savior." It has been a long time since someone has been so famed and we understand that he's most likely confused but I suggest him getting some help. He's obviously an angry young man." I think we can all agree that Mr. Potter is stressed. Though who wouldn't be, with the politicians clawing at his door and having to get married at the end of the school year and I believe we've all noticed that the war seems to have left some damage on his leg. With his life being all about training that's got a put a damper on his hobbies.
Sir Potter, we wish you the best of luck and we're rooting for you to feel better." Bonnie finished and looked up at the other six who were listening closely while eating their dinner. Harry was out on a "business date" with President Bush (after Harry apologized and he was forgiven), Bill Gates, and some government people from parliament who had nothing better to do.
"They talk about him like he's dying," Bonnie said mournfully, sighing as she put the paper down and started to poke at her food.
"I think he is," Ron said dismally.
Fish harshly smacked his arm. "Don't say that."
"I meant on the inside!"
"It doesn't matter. St. Jimmy is fine and he's not dying. If there was something seriously wrong, he would have told me. Or at least someone. And if he is sick, and he didn't tell me that he's dying I'm going to murder him before he leaves peacefully."
"You can't kill your leader Fish. You'd never go through with it," Bonnie said.
"I could if I didn't want him to suffer. Maybe. If he asked me to."
"Sure you could," Bonnie agreed. "Let's stop talking about Harry's death. He's alive and well. Not talking to us or spending time with us but somewhere in England he's alive and bored with a bunch of people he hates. He shouldn't even be there. The few times he gets to spend time with us and he spends it with those American arseholes that make him cranky when he finally does get back. I haven't made contact with that stupid lip ring for a week." She looked up at Fish. "Do you think he's having second thoughts? He's never been known for committing to his relationships."
"I doubt that he's trying to leave you Bonnie. If he was he would move to Africa and live in a tribe where they don't have any food and never come back. And Prose is still in the dorms."
"You're not actually worried about Harry leaving you are you?" Ginny asked. "I mean, he loves you. You guys are the perfect couple."
"He met three models yesterday," she said, staring trance like into her food. "And I know he hates models but it worries me. I saw them. I'm not nearly as pretty and they were hitting on him. And they were older. It's selfish but I hate his popularity," she sighed, putting her chin in her hand and giving up on her food.
"That's insane Bonnie. You're beautiful," Ginny said.
"Thanks."
"Maybe once he reads the paper he'll give up on talking to all those losers and spend more time with us," Fish said hopefully.
"I guess."
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Meanwhile Harry was sitting, leaned back in his chair at the table in a high class bar. There were bottles of beer spread across the table and in the other's hands. Harry was pretending to drink a Coke. The men at the table were hardly drunk but they sure liked to pretend they were. Maybe to make Harry think that it was because they were intoxicated that they started asking all their rude questions.
"Why aren't you drinking Potter? Think you're too good for us?"
"I am," Harry mumbled, taking a sip of his pop.
"That's rude. We run the country; you just save it from mass destruction. Besides, it's your fault Voldemort tried to take over the world. If you had kept him contained…"
"Yes, that's so easy. I didn't see any of you trying to stop him when he did all those muggle raids. Let's see you try and kill an evil Dark Lord, who's had sixty more years of experience, at the age of sixteen."
"You like to rub that in our face," Bush said. "At least we haven't gone crazy from any of our wars."
"Yes, and you all were at the front line were you?" Harry asked airily.
The men looked at each other. "At least we dress our age and to our career. People who have been in the paper as much as you and are as famous as you are shouldn't have lip rings and that many tattoos."
"First of all, I'm seventeen and I run an unofficial army of rebels; I can dress however I bloody well like. And second of all, I was actually thinking of getting another tattoo. I just can't think of what."
"Why don't you get the word virgin tattooed across your forehead."
"You know it's not that uncommon for a seventeen year old to be a virgin. And I'm very happy with my choices, I'm Catholic, not a sinner."
"It's only normal when the guy doesn't have a choice in the matter, not that he makes the choice. I mean, if I was the one who had hot models poking at my abdomen yesterday I would have them bedded yesterday. You could have anyone you want and you're waiting for your exciting marriage. Trust me, it's not that great."
"I don't even like models. They remind me how skinny I am and sometimes they're taller then me. Also, having sex with someone you don't know is like sitting on a dirty toilet seat that a dirty fat man just sat on two seconds ago and you can still smell what he left in the toilet. It leads to disease and I don't even shake hands with people in church unless I'm wearing a glove, so random sex partners really wouldn't work for me. Not to mention I don't want children and I'm not about to get drunk and go have unprotected sex with some dirty whore with twelve condom wrappers in her purse."
"Do you know way too many people or are you lying about not watching T.V.?"
"I know too many people. These things actually happen."
"Well then why don't you go ahead and have sex with your little fiancé?"
"Yeah, his little G-rated swanky romance novel relationship would turn PG-13."
"If she was my girlfriend… god she wouldn't be a virgin for long," the man said drunkenly, taking a swig of his drink with a drunken smile on his face.
What happened next went so fast the reporters around them almost missed it. Harry climbed onto the table and jumped President Bush, punching him in the face as they both went down to the floor. "You bloody bastard. You don't say that about my girlfriend you son of a bitch!" Harry yelled while banging the president's head into the floor until all three of his guards pulled him away and the presidents guards came to save him. "I'm not sorry anymore for making you cry you big baby. You sicko pervert. You fucking wanker."
Harry was removed from the club and some of the reporters followed while others were taking pictures of the president on the floor.
Harry's guards quickly grabbed hold of his arms, while the paparazzi were yelling questions toward him, and apparated back to the castle. As soon as they ended up in front of the castle Harry threw himself into a sitting position on the grass to try and calm himself down.
"You're bleeding," his guard said, motioning to his eyebrow.
Harry haphazardly wiped the blood away and sighed.
"Are you alright Harry?"
"Fine. Do you think dinners over yet?" Harry asked.
The guard looked at his watch. "Everyone's probably in bed. It's 11:oo."
"Oh! It didn't seem that late." He looked up at the castle. "I'll just go to bed then. See myself in the paper in the morning." He pushed himself off the ground and grabbed his cane from one of his guards who had taken it for him before they left the club. He headed toward the castle with his guards following behind all the way up to the dorms.
Harry walked tiredly up toward the stairs, the time finally hitting him as he headed toward his room. Politicians were getting on his nerves. Not only because of tonight but all the other times he had forced himself to spend time with them. He had tried to get into the business to try and decide if maybe he was wrong but he wasn't. He was right. He hated politics. He hated all the people and things that went along with it. And they thought he was too young to understand what they were talking about and that's why they sounded like idiots. That wasn't it either. Harry knew exactly what they were talking about and knew exactly why people had economy problems. The government was stupid.
And then apparently it wasn't cool to be loyal and love your fiancé and not say anything against her. He really hadn't been able to think of anything, except her grandmother, but that, apparently, didn't count. They liked to make fun of him, he was like their new toy that they mocked about the lack of sex in his relationship, lack of problems, all their money, which he had more of, and her being his follower. And also very hot as was mentioned today. And now he was out of the group. The President's little comment had tipped him overboard and he would get to settle in and find something else to occupy his time. Another reason he had moved into trying politics; he was bored out of his mind because all his friends were in classes and busy with homework while he had nothing to do but talk about money with drunken politicians. Now he had nothing again. Dumbledore wasn't keeping him busy enough. If he could run or train, he would. But he couldn't. It was sad.
But at least for a little while he could be happy that the President with the tacky accent and bad vocabulary would have a broken nose.
He stepped into his pitch black room and removed his shoes and his jacket and hung them up before magically changing his clothes and pulling back the covers on his bed where Bonnie was fast asleep. She was sleeping on her back on her side of the bed as they had already made their positions, in her black silk nightgown and her hair strewn across the pillow, her cheeks aglow in the light coming from the window.
Harry stroked his fingers down her cheek. They hadn't been talking lately with everything that was going on: both of their fame, her school work, potions with Snape, and Harry's classes with Dumbledore and long meetings with people he hated. She would of course, somehow find free time to spend with him but then Harry would get dragged away by someone who wanted him to convince somebody of something or answer some question.
He always told her he was sorry he couldn't spend more time with her and she would sigh in front of the fire in the Head's commons where she did her homework with the others. She would turn to him and smile and tell him it was alright and she understood, before turning back to her homework. Harry could see the hurt in her eyes and that she did mind but didn't dare say something about it. He knew in that one way she was like the other girls that wanted him. She told herself when to say nothing and she feared his response being their end if she spoke back. She saw him, in one way or another, as a prize. Something she got because she had desired it most. Harry didn't mind this as he had made her wait a long time for him so it made sense that she was so excited about them being together. But he felt bad for being so rude and ignoring her. He loved her and he knew he should show it better. He knew he should spend more time with her. And from now on, Bonnie would come first. He missed her so much.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, starting to stroke his hand into her curls. "Pet," Harry whispered in her ear, placing a kiss on her neck. "Baby, wake up for me," he whispered, kissing her cheeks and her forehead.
Bonnie groaned and squinted as she woke up and felt the light on her face. "What is it?" she mumbled sleepily. "Is it morning?" she asked, turning onto her side and wrapping her arm around him so she could pull herself closer.
Harry smiled, running his hand over her curls. "No, it's not morning."
"Then why am I awake? Let's go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning," she sighed, tugging at his shirt as she curled up against his chest and nuzzled him comfortably.
"But we'll have other things to discuss in the morning and this is important. Who knows what memories and thoughts leave my head while I'm sleeping?"
Bonnie sighed. "All right. What is it?" she asked, not removing herself from her position.
Harry moved down so that Bonnie was forced away from his chest and he could look at her face to face. She groaned until Harry pressed his lips against hers and leaned over her slightly. Bonnie moaned and wrapped her palm around the back of his neck pulling his lips closer as she separated hers. Harry pulled away before they could get any farther.
Bonnie groaned again. "You wake me up, get me all prepped to snog after a week of nothing whatsoever and then you stop. Do you want to torture me?"
Harry smiled and placed one more kiss on her lips. "I love you," he said softly. "You know that right?"
"Of course," she smiled happily. "I love you to."
"And you know that you're mine now," he said, rubbing his thumb over her ring as he held her hand against the pillow. "I won't give you up for anyone in the world no matter who wants you or who wants me. I'm keeping you."
"I have no problem with that at all," she smiled. "I'm keeping you to."
"Good. So you won't mind me punching more people out and it being in the newspaper right? I was just protecting you."
"Who did you punch?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Let's not worry about that now. We'll discuss that in the morning when we get the paper," he said, brushing his lips against hers.
"But—"
"No," he stopped her, "kissing now." He pressed many light kisses to her lips till she gave in and returned his affections pulling him all the way over her, his weight comforting like his words. He had settled all of her nerves that she had earlier at dinner and now she couldn't even remember why she had been so nervous.
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Bonnie woke up peaceful and well rested, even though her and Harry had made out for two hours at 11:oo at night. Harry had his arms wrapped around her waist and her back was to his chest and their legs tangled together. She smiled and snuggled back closer to him.
Harry moaned and kissed her shoulder. "Good morning pet."
"Morning," Bonnie smiled, untangling their legs and turning to face him, tangling up their legs again. "So, who did you punch?"
"It'll be in the newspaper. Wait till breakfast will you?" Harry chuckled, running his hand over her waist and kissing her.
"I've missed you. I don't like when you stay away, I never see you," Bonnie pouted, their foreheads pressed together. "You know we never kissed all of last week. I started to miss your little lip ring," she said, pressing her finger to his bottom lip.
"I don't think that will be a problem anymore," Harry smiled. "I have a hunch I'm not going to be invited to their little outings any time soon," Harry smiled, brushing his lips against hers. "But I had one night of fun with them. I think it was almost worth it."
"Well now I'm very interested to find out who you punched," Bonnie smiled.
"I'm sure. Then maybe we should start getting dressed so we can head down to breakfast," Harry said, pulling himself up in bed.
Bonnie sulked, lying her head down at his waist. "I don't want to. I'd rather stay here with you."
"I'm going to breakfast."
"I don't want to share you with the rest of the world."
"Sorry darling but you really must. After breakfast I have to go visit Madam Pomfrey. I've been getting some random, bloody horrible headaches."
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked quickly, sitting up with him.
"It wasn't painful enough to be worth mentioning," Harry said, crawling out of bed. "Now we should get dressed before people start to wonder if we've eloped," Harry said, heading over to his closet.
"We should. Then we can skip the rest of school and we won't have to deal with all those freaking traditions that I'm sure my mother and grandmother will make me put up with. And all those wedding lists and dealing with which of your followers are going to join in at our wedding and you poor dear will have to go through the stress of who will be your best man."
"Damn, I'd almost forgotten," Harry mumbled.
"Sorry. But really, we should elope. I'd be so romantic."
"We'd only be married for a month before our parents tracked us down and killed us for not being invited to their first child's wedding. Your grandmother will hate me even more. Not that I really care," Harry said, pulling off his shirt to change it with another.
"Well you're not all that modest anymore are you?"
"We're not kissing, nor are we in bed. Taking my shirt off is almost like playing strip poker or going swimming."
"So if I get down to my undergarments we can just pretend we're going swimming," she smiled, turning to flick her strap off her shoulder and then smiling back at him mischievously.
"No, that doesn't count," Harry said, magically switching his pajama pants for his tight black jeans, "you're much more tempting then I am."
"Well thank you, I guess." She crawled off the bed and headed to the closet to grab her clothes as Harry went to brush his teeth.
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Once sitting down at the breakfast table Harry ate, feeling as though he hadn't had an actual meal in a month. Fish was suddenly by his side and pulling Harry into a hug catching him by surprise. He pulled away and smacked his shoulder. "You can't leave me alone with these dolts anymore you know."
"What dolts?" Harry asked
"The—" Fish haphazardly walked over the food on the table to make it to the other side.
"Mr. Hatch, get off the table!" McGonnagal shouted.
"The twins," he started again, ignoring McGonnagal as he got down into his seat, "are discovering their sexuality and Ron spends all his time with Hermione. The only person I have to spend time with is Bonnie and your father, godfather, and Remus, and your fiancé happens to complain about you not being here more then I do."
"I'm very sorry for your unhappiness Fish. What's this about Tim and Tom and their sexuality?" Harry asked.
Fish pointed behind Harry toward the Ravenclaw table. Tim and Tom were sitting with two sixth year boys, obviously flirting with them.
Harry turned back to Fish. "They're gay?"
"Yeah! Who didn't see that coming?"
"I didn't."
"You don't have anything against this do you?"
"Of course not. To each man his own. But I'm really surprised. I didn't see that coming."
"Well it did, and now I'm left to humor your future wife. This is not my job."
"Whatever happened to Ginny?"
"She has her friends. I've never heard of a girl wanting to spend more time with friends her own age rather then her very sexy older boyfriend."
"It's driving you mad that she knows your name and is wandering around with people she could blab it to isn't it?"
"Ever so, but that's not the point. The point is that you are wandering around with famous people you hate and torturing yourself and while you may enjoy putting yourself in pain I do not. And you being in pain just happens to cause me pain, do you understand? So make yourself happy," he said aggressively.
"Alright."
"Alright." Fish slumped into his seat and poked at his food.
Tim and Tom sat down beside him and the others joined as well as soon as the owls came flying in with the mail. Harry collected the newspaper from Hedwig as she ate bacon from his plate. He opened it to observe the front page. There he was, displayed in all his glory climbing onto the table, trampling the President, and punching him before slamming his head into the floor twice. Then the photo started again. It was titled: Savior Tramples U.S. President.
"It made the front page," he smiled. "Well of course it made the front page. That is a great photo. I'm having it framed and I'm hanging it in my trunk. So when you see me staring at the top of my trunk for hours with a big smile on my face, this is what I'm staring at." He turned the paper to the others to show them. "I punched him. Though the reason wasn't so fun, but now I feel great that I finally got to do it."
"You punched him? Didn't you get enough when you made him cry?" Ron asked.
"No! And trust me. You would have punched him to if you heard what those damn bloody men were saying. A bunch of freaking bloody perverts the lot of them."
"What did they say?" Bonnie asked.
"Nothing I'm going to repeat aloud. Let's see if the paper discusses it."
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Savior Tramples U.S. President
Last night the Savior was at a high class pub with some of the higher level politicians having a drink. Sir Potter was drinking a Coke. During a part of the jarring conversation President Bush made a vulgar comment to the table and to Sir Potter specifically, about Sir Potter's fiancée Ms. McNeal. The comment in question was not heard completely but the words: 'G-rated, swanky, romance… relationship would… and thirteen," from the first man and: "If she… my girlfriend… wouldn't… a virgin… long." We really don't want to guess what they were really saying but we guess you can make it out yourselves. I hope everyone in America is ashamed of their drunken president. He's a very dirty man.
Lee Ann Grouter
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"I like her. All her entries are short and simple," Harry said.
"Why were you all talking about me?" Bonnie asked, taking the paper and freezing the picture so she could punch out the president's eyes with her quill.
"I wasn't. They were trying to mock me and the fact that I don't want to have dirty unprotected sex with disease infested prostitutes."
"Eww," Fish said.
"And this conversation led to me?" Bonnie asked.
"Well, that's where I was trying to lead the conversation but they told me I should just go sleep with you and well… it went on from there."
"That's disgusting. You boys are disgusting. Fish, you never had a prostitute in your bed did you?" Bonnie asked, poking one eye out.
"Not in my bed, no. Never had a reason. I had dirty hillbilly girls across the river."
"And that's all you'll ever get if you don't stop talking about your ex's," Ginny said, sitting down beside him.
"Bonnie asked. And you weren't here a second ago," Fish told her, winning the fight as he stuffed his breakfast into his mouth.
"Fine. So, are we going to Hogsmeade today? I heard everyone is leaving today," Ginny said, changing the subject.
"I can't. I'm going to see Madam Pomfrey and then Josh wants to check up on my head and then my dad wants to take me to Gringotts to talk with his investment banker about transferring my funds into my name or whatever. But if the rest of you want to go…" Harry explained.
Bonnie sighed. "I knew we shouldn't have left the bedroom."
Harry smiled and kissed her cheek.