Don't sue me I spent those 14 dollars on a pizza. But if you wait a month you can sue me for the interest I'll get. Rant at the bottom. I think I'll leave em down there since it's easier and nobody reads them anyway. *shrugs* hope this chap will do for now. Workin' on 11 as you read this. Might be out by mon. Sort of edited.
The Legacy of the Pendragons
Chapter 10 – The Joys of Adolescence and Too Much Time to Think
(long ass name huh?)
Green flames dissipated and Harry stepped out of the fireplace. The lights were out and the new "Harry" hand on the family clock clicked to home. He smiled but immediately stepped outside, hearing the clock click once more. The night breeze refreshed him and seemed to help him clear his mind. Something that he really needed since he was thoroughly confused.
He had just spent the entire day with Cho Chang. The girl of his dreams! Or so he had thought. His fifth year ended with her on a bad note and the summer holiday resulted in building a bridge over some rough waters. He was genuinely happy to really get to know her. And finally the day came when they would meet up again and hang out like the both promised they would in each others letters.
And he felt nothing.
Well almost nothing. Nothing like before. Before he would be stuttering his way through forced conversations and his stomach would be doing flip flops at her very touch and smile. True enough she still made him catch his breath with just her looks, and actually hold his attention with topics other than quidditch so Harry couldn't say his feeling for her were gone completely. It was awkward situation to say the least.
Having once "been together" though for a short time, even kissed, and then suddenly take a few steps backwards to being friends? It was just weird.
Like when Harry had "discovered" Hermoine was a girl. He had never looked at Hermoine as anything other than the smart one of the group. And with the Yule ball in his fourth year he was forced to reevaluate his relationship with her and girls in general. Being Harry Potter the "Boy-Who-Lived" didn't excuse him from the trials of adolescence. Though she was enough to incite many an impure thought into any young man, Harry was able to keep these thoughts out of his head, except of course when he was asleep and his mind decided to show no inhibition. To Harry, Hermoine was a great friend first, and a girl second. He was glad however that he was able to recognize the young woman that Hermoine was growing up to be and still be able to maintain their friendship.
Now Cho…she was the exact opposite of that. All he saw of her was her looks. He dreamt of holding her hand, his arms around her, his lips to hers, and then once asleep he dreamed of all of the rated R things not mentionable in this story. He never fantasized of her being his best friend. You just don't fantasize about those things as a growing teenager.
But there she was now one of his best friends, right there along with Ron and Hermoine, but now with that awkward past. And yet all that happened last year didn't even factor into their conversations. He enjoyed her company and had fun. By writing to her and talking to her she seemed to inspire something else in him. A feeling that was supremely different than what he had felt for her before.
Harry Potter was confused.
He didn't know what to call it. He thought he felt love for her before, and she definitely wasn't doing anything to stop him from feeling that way again. If not more so now that they were closer, according to her, than her own boyfriend.
And that was another thing that didn't bother him and added to chaos in his mind. Michael Corner. Cho Chang's boyfriend, who stopped in and gave her a kiss before leaving. He didn't feel hatred or jealousy. He was ok with it. But was he supposed to? If he loved Cho shouldn't he be jealous?
"Argh! Fuck!" Harry screamed.
He suddenly ducked down and covered his mouth. He was away from the house, but he could have woken up any of the Weasley's. The house though remained silent and lights remain out. Harry breathed in a sigh of relief. He really wanted to stop thinking about Cho. But his mind decided to put this topic in priority. Right there above "Impending Doom at the Threat of an Evil Wizard".
***
Harry focused his aura around the book and felt all thoughts, including Cho, melt away as was his objective. Slowly it began to pulse with life. He could see the pictures moving, hear the voices speaking, and learn what the words were saying. At first they were fragments, jumbled sentences and moving pictures. He shouted out loud when he read the publication dates and companies. Gripped with excitement, he tried to read paragraphs and comprehend its lessons but they made little sense.
He wasn't quite sure at first. Slowly he opened the book and turned to what he believed he was reading. Page one of his Dark Arts book. He nervously turned the page over.
"It's only a book you twit!" A raspy voice burst out at him. The caption said the picture was of the books author, Draven Madd. He looked quite irritable sitting crossed armed in an elaborately decorated chair.
"Show some balls and read it already, it's not going to kill you…"
Harry let out a sigh of relief.
"Well that was anti-climactic."
Again he turned the page and began to read off familiar words. A grin spread on his face despite a few mixed sentences. He was learning without opening the book. Yes it did take longer, but Harry hoped if he kept at it, he could "absorb" the book, as he now called it, as fast as he read it.
"Donny called for experimenting with my aura. Hope this counts for something…"
Harry stood up and walked downstairs. A sudden summer storm had over taken the burrow. He guessed he was so focused on his book to notice since the rain seemed to pound rather than just drop. Everyone seemed to be dismally attached to their school books. Only Hermoine seemed to be reading with any enthusiasm. Ginny turned her pages every five seconds almost mechanically and Ron, well Ron was asleep.
He found it hard to curb his enthusiasm as tomorrow they were heading back to school. While that usually meant for endless school work and studying, for Harry, it also meant the addition of at least three near death experiences courtesy of everyone's favorite dark wizard. Still home is where the heart is and his heart was at Hogwarts.
He threw on his weighted jacket, which he had to heft with more effort than usual since he hadn't worn it in so long. Stepping outside Harry recalled the misery of camping in the rain. He was definitely glad to not be camping in this storm. His boots seemed to sink deeper with each step. Recalling another day in his holiday his feet now tread on the mud without sinking or sliding. He was surprised at how little effort it took to manipulate his aura to his feet.
Harry's eyes found the hastily transfigured stable erected for Lily, his Pegas. Not surprisingly it was empty. Harry suddenly felt terrible. He had completely forgotten about Lily. He wondered if she left for good.
He took shelter under the shelter which was louder inside than outside. Hoping Lily would come back Harry sat the storm out under the shelter. He missed his Lily, especially at time like this when she offered plenty of warmth. Though the house wasn't far off, he felt he should wait. Donovan did say there's a connection between a Pegas and its master. But even he said he didn't quite understand it. Harry just hoped that Lily would some how sense that he missed her.
No sooner did that thought pass through his head did he hear the old familiar sound of hooves treading upon mud. Harry quickly hugged Lily who, from what Harry could tell missed him just as much.
"Sorry girl. Lot goin' on."
He didn't even bother asking where she went as she couldn't answer. Still, it didn't prevent him from telling her where he was. And that was what he loved about her. He talked to her and he knew she understood and didn't interrupt. Though he suddenly wondered why he never talked to Hedwig in the same way.
***
The rain let up well into the night and Harry couldn't help but fall asleep curled up next to his Pegas. Lily nudged him into wakefulness and he reluctantly rose to his feet, his jacket feeling a bit heavier than in the morning. He mounted Lily, not really feeling like walking the distance to the house. He slumped against her mane, still feeling sleepy.
"You know girl, I'm going back to school tomorrow." Harry could feel a slight shift in her gait and smiled. She was worried for him.
"I'll ask Hagrid if you can stay with him. He a big friend of mine. Half giant really, but don't worry, if Dumbledore'll allow it, you'll be in good hands."
Harry rolled off of Lily, just barely landing on his feet and gave Lily one last hug.
"We'll be leaving really early so I'll just say goodbye for now ok? I'll send for you later." He opened the door slowly, letting the creaks ease themselves out.
"Bye girl…see you soon."
Yeah I know it's a shorty. I had a grip of trouble trying to write chapter 10, but once I got that first paragraph I was on a roll. Harry wasn't the only one who forgot about lily…*ahem* me *ahem*. Still Im confused again on where I'm going. I got a lot of elements I want to included I just don't know how to get there…oh well. Hopefully I'll be albe to meet my own damn requirements for this story, and get some side stories out of the way and trust me there's a few. ;)