Jamea ran screaming from his room. Sirius, Harry and Katherine ran to him.
"What is it?" Kat asked.
"She's dead. She just- died!" Jamea said, tears of shock streaming down his face. "She was fine and then she just- died!" He let out racking sobs.
"Who is 'she'?" Harry asked.
"Lindsay Wolff." Jamea said. "My girlfriend, Lindsay."
"You have a girlfriend?" Harry said, momentarily dazed.
"Had." Jamea corrected, still sobbing. "She's dead!"
"Where is she now, Jamea?" Sirius asked.
"I- in my room." He choked out.
The adults ran into the slightly messy room and Katherine screamed. Harry noiselessly cleaned up the mess and magicked the dead girl onto a stretcher.
"What was she doing in your room, Jamea?" He asked.
"She came in through my window." Jamea said. "She told me to go with him."
"With who?" Harry asked urgently.
"She died before she could answer." Jamea collapsed on his bed and Katherine went on top of him lightly, whispering words of comfort into his ear.
Sirius had been pulling on Harry's robes for a few minutes now.
"WHAT is IT?" He asked, distraught.
"Look." Sirius pointed to the wall above the windowsill. Written in blood were the words 'I'm Back.'
~* ~* ~* ~*
"Call the Ministry, Sirius." Harry said solemnly.
"But-"
"DO it." Harry said. His knees felt oddly weak and he wanted to hurl. He hated blood, it just made him sick and the dead girl on the stretcher had it oozing out of her nose and mouth still.
When the Ministry came they took the dead girl with them and all things that her blood had smattered on. They took pictures of the crime scene and apologized to the family a few times before taking Jamea with them as a witness/suspect.
~* ~* ~* ~*
"Innocent" was what the judge claimed Jamea, to everybody's relief. Harry himself had wondered if his son had done something foul once, but it never crossed his mind again because, Jamea was (like his father) a terrible actor. If he had killed Lindsay he would not have cried as much as he did.
When he came home a week later Harry said to him privately, "I knew you were innocent, Jamea."
"I know." Jamea said, avoiding his eyes. "You looked like you were going to murder the judge if I wasn't."
"And I might've." Harry teased. "Are you alright?"
"Peachy." Jamea said and walked into his room without another word.
~* ~* ~* ~*
"Hey sister go sister soul sister flow sister." Katherine was singing as she wiped the counter after dessert. Sirius had left yesterday and was safe in his own home. Jamea was obviously traumatized and kept mostly to his room, except for meals. "He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge. Strutting her stuff for the street. She said hello hey Joe, you wanna give it a go-o?"
"Did she now." Harry said, interrupting the song. She giggled.
"Vou leh vou co chet ah vih wa? Seh swa"
"What?"
"Kitchy kitchy ya ya da da. Kitchy Kitchy ya ya hee. Mocha choca latta ya ya. Pretty lade Marmalade."
"I have no idea what that means, but it's cute." Harry said, and kissed her.
"It's French. It means, do you want to go to bed with me?"
"Um." Harry said. Katherine laughed.
"I wasn't ACTUALLY asking YOU."
"Okay." Harry sounded slightly relieved, slightly put out.
"It's good to know that not all men are sex driven pigs." Katherine continued, looking at him oddly.
"Oh aren't we?" Harry batted his eyes. Katherine giggled as he threw her over his shoulder and disappeared into their room.
~* ~* ~* ~*
Jamea rolled over in his bed. It had been a very disturbing week. He didn't want to close his eyes, afraid of the nightmares that would come when he did. All he could see was Lindsay's face, the look of horror and then the blood and her final noises. He wanted to know who had done it to her and * why *! Lindsay was completely innocent- except she smoked a little and had gotten laid a couple of times. But nothing to get her murdered.
She was a perfect beauty. Long, curly blonde hair and a cute upturned nose. She had eyes a pale green. She was tall and slender, not skinny or fat. She had a nice smile, and a way of speaking that made you interested in something that normally you wouldn't have thought twice about. Could somebody have killed her for her beauty?
That couldn't be it. Lindsay was also sarcastic. She could sound as mean as the devil, but she wouldn't mean a bit of it. She had been a party person, a party smoker and a party drinker…nothing too bad.
Why was she a murder's target? Or was she? A new thought struck Jamea. ~* What if somebody wants to get back at me. But who hates ME that much? I've never done anything. ~*
He sat up most of the night wondering about this. ~* Could it be Mum or Dad? Well Dad's pretty famous. Really famous, actually. Somebody out there MUST hate him, besides his old family. But what kind of absurd person would get to him by killing my GIRLFRIEND? ~*
~* ~* ~* ~*
"Jamea." Harry said. "I hate to do this to you but-"
"What did I do now?"
"Nothing." Harry said quickly. "We're just- concerned. Your mother and I, that is. I don't want you to answer the door while you're at home. And you can't go out to visit your friends."
"Why not?"
"Well-" Harry looked nervously at his wife who shook her head.
~* Don't tell him until we have too. ~*
~* Sure ~*
"Because Jamea, we're afraid you might get hurt." Harry said. "You know, Lindsay was innocent enough. You're innocent too- and slightly famous on top of it. We don't want you to…"
"Die." Katherine finished. "Do you understand?"
"NO!" Jamea said. "I have plans! I was going to go to a part- friend's house tonight. I know I told you!"
"Plans can be changed. Jamea!" Katherine yelled when he started to storm off. "JAMEA POTTER! GET YOUR ASS BACK INTO THAT CHAIR!"
Jamea, startled at his mother's words sat down quickly.
"You don't know what you're doing to yourself. You'll get us all killed if you leave the house. Something happened. I'll explain later, but we'll all die."
"Sure, dad. Whatever."
"Jamea. I'm. Serious. I don't want to loose you, not after we've come so far."
"So far with what?"
"With you! For heavens sake, Jamea." Kat said. "You mean the world to us."
"And so you lock me into a house that I don't even like all that much and refuse to let me leave. I see how this works." And Jamea left.
"Please!" Katherine said, but he was already in his room.
~* ~* ~* ~*
"We should tell him."
"I think we can get out of it." Katherine said. "If he stays in the house, nothing can hurt him and then…we don't have to!"
"He's got to leave the house sometime." Harry said.
"We could put the Fidleous Charm on him." Katherine pointed out.
"No." Harry said. "Too many bad experiences."
"Only one." Katherine avoided his eyes.
"ONE MISHAP IS TOO MANY!" Harry said loudly.
"Fine." Katherine said, shrugging. "Plus we could get his with a trustworthy person."
"Yeah, my parents thought Pettigrew was a trustworthy person and look where he got them!" Harry said.
"We could go into hiding." Katherine said quietly.
"WE WILL NOT BE GOING INTO HIDING!" Harry yelled.
"Harry! Don't loose your temper with me." Katherine scolded.
"I'm sorry." Harry hugged her around the shoulders. "I really am. But I don't want to be cut off from the world for months- years even!"
"But you'd rather put your family in danger."
"We aren't IN any danger yet." Harry said.
"What d'you call Lindsay's murder then, eh?" Katherine demanded. Jamea who had been trudging slowly down the stairs to get some food (he had an endless pit for a stomach, kind of like Harry) started violently now. He paused listening. "I suppose you call that a coincidence?"
"No, I never said that!" Harry said hotly. "Katherine, its Voldemort's WAY to try and scare or traumatize his victims. He did that to me all during my school years! You should know that!"
"Remind me." Katherine said flatly.
"The Picture of Temptation. That was to wreck me emotionally. Just ask Hermione and Ron. I was in deep depression for weeks after I touched it!"
Jamea was fascinated. He had never heard his parents fight like this before.
"So you think that poor girl's murder was only to hurt Jamea emotionally?" Katherine said.
"Personally, I do." He said.
"I need more proof."
"He killed off most of your family to make you vulnerable." Harry said. "You can't have forgotten that!"
"Is that why he did that?"
"Yes, I thought you knew that." Harry said. "I'm sorry if I'm being harsh but if we just run away from it now, Voldemort has already won."
"Damn, when you're right, you're right." Katherine said and stood up. "But I am scared, Harry."
"If you weren't, you'd worry me. You have to have some flaw." And he kissed her.
Jamea looked away and walked down the rest of the grand staircase. Why did he get stuck with the ridiculously in love parents that were so cheesy? He grabbed a fruit cup and a spoon and began eating.
*All they do is embarrass me in public places with their stupid pet names. 'Come here ~ Kitten ~' * Jamea thought as he slurped up the juice at the bottom of the little can.
"We embarrass you in public places?" Katherine said and sat down next to him. Jamea nearly choked on a 'cherry'.
"W-what?" He asked.
"You didn't say that out loud, * did* you?" Katherine asked lightly.
"Say what?"
"That your father and I embarrass you in public places?"
"You're right I didn't. Get out of my mind!" Jamea clamped his hands over his ears.
"You should stop lending me your thoughts then." Katherine advised.
"What?"
"Never mind, dear." Kat said, kissed the top of his head and walked away.
~* ~* ~* ~*
Jamea's bleached blonde hair was beginning to turn black again, because his roots were growing in. Katherine, who felt sorry for him dyed it with her wand. He was back to looking exactly like his father. (Which wasn't all that bad of a thing)
"Jamea." Harry said. "Do you want to do something today?"
"Not really." Jamea said. Harry yawned, a little put out.
"Okay," He said and went over to Katherine. "Do YOU want to do something today?"
"Yes." Katherine said. "I want to see a movie."
"I'm sure we can arrange that." Harry said and smiled at her. "Seeing as how we live in a Muggle town, we can probably find the movie theatre."
"But what should we see?"
"God, I don't know." Harry said. "What if we just get there at two and see what's playing."
"It'll work." Katherine said. "So if we leave at two- I have about 2 hours to clean? Harry Potter grab a mop! You aren't getting out of cleaning today. You too Jamea."
"But I didn't make the mess!"
"You helped." Kat proclaimed and threw a sponge at him. "Go clean the bathrooms."
"You guys suck."
"Uh huh." Harry said. "We sure do…." Harry began mopping, Katherine dusted (They only had hard wood floors, so Harry got gypped) and Jamea scrubbed toilets, grumbling. Soon Harry (poor out of shape man) got tired of mopping and just bewitched the mop to clean by itself. Jamea grumbled about it, but Harry bewitched his chores too. Katherine looked annoyed but did the same thing.
"This family is a bunch of slackers!" She said.
"Yes, but you didn't have to marry me." Harry said and kissed her cheek.
Jamea grinned, "And you didn't have to get pregnant, mum."
Harry and Katherine exchanged glances.
"Well you didn't." Jamea said.
"But then we wouldn't have you." Katherine said and ruffled his hair. He glared at her.
"You two are to cutesy." Jamea said. "It makes me want to hurl."
"By all means then, Jamea." Harry said. "Throw up on this wonderfully clean floor, and then mop it up."
"Urgh!" Jamea said. "I'm going to be in-"
"Jamea?" Katherine asked. "Why don't you just storm up to your room, okay?"
Jamea shook his head in exasperation, but didn't storm away. He looked at his parents for a second and a thought hit him. "Mum, you're kinda tall. Dad, you're really tall. Why am I so freaking short?"
"I don't know." Katherine said with a shrug.
"I'm not supposed to be this tall Jamea." Harry said. Katherine looked at Harry piercingly. "I thought you knew that."
"No, I didn't. What do you mean by that?"
"When I was your age, somebody forced my body to grow." Harry said flatly.
"Is that even possible?" Jamea asked Katherine. "Well?"
Kat nodded slowly.
"Well let me do it too!" Jamea said. "For crying out loud! I hate being short."
"It hurt a lot, Jamea. You don't want to have it done, believe me." Harry said.
"I can cope with pain."
"Not that kind of pain." Harry said. "It's not worth the benefits. Believe me."
"What aren't you telling me?" Jamea asked. "I know you're hiding something. I KNOW IT! It's really pissing me off. Every time I enter the room, you two are whispering about something. And I know you aren't planning a surprise birthday party this far in advance."
"You're right about the Birthday Party." Kat said.
"What aren't you telling me?" Jamea repeated. "I think I have the right to know!"
"The truth is not always what you want to know." Harry said gravely.
~* ~* ~* ~*
Kat and Harry left Jamea left Jamea with the strict orders not to leave the house or he would lose more privileges.
They sat in the movie theatre watching some stupid action movie, or rather semi watching it. They were having a popcorn war with the stupid kids in the back of the theatre. (You know Harry and Kat never fit into the age of 34. They were just big kids.) When both sides ran out of popcorn Harry draped an arm around Katherine and she rested her head on his shoulder.
It was only a matter of time until they were kissing. Onlookers thought it was cute, but they didn't realize that they were 34.
Harry nudged Kat. "Movie's over." He said. They walked out, squinting in the bright lights of the day. Harry drove home in his (new) jeep. Kat fell asleep in the car. He pulled into the suburbia neighborhood (Coventry) and sniffed the air. He poked Kat until she woke up.
"A house is burning." He said. "I know it. It smells like a large wood fire."
"Only you could classify the smells of fire." She said, still a little asleep. Then it sunk in. "Shit! Drive faster Harry!"
Harry pounded on the gas and then saw his worst fear when their house was in view. The house, the nice relevantly new house, was up in flames and above the ruined house- was the Dark Mark.
"What is it?" Kat asked.
"She's dead. She just- died!" Jamea said, tears of shock streaming down his face. "She was fine and then she just- died!" He let out racking sobs.
"Who is 'she'?" Harry asked.
"Lindsay Wolff." Jamea said. "My girlfriend, Lindsay."
"You have a girlfriend?" Harry said, momentarily dazed.
"Had." Jamea corrected, still sobbing. "She's dead!"
"Where is she now, Jamea?" Sirius asked.
"I- in my room." He choked out.
The adults ran into the slightly messy room and Katherine screamed. Harry noiselessly cleaned up the mess and magicked the dead girl onto a stretcher.
"What was she doing in your room, Jamea?" He asked.
"She came in through my window." Jamea said. "She told me to go with him."
"With who?" Harry asked urgently.
"She died before she could answer." Jamea collapsed on his bed and Katherine went on top of him lightly, whispering words of comfort into his ear.
Sirius had been pulling on Harry's robes for a few minutes now.
"WHAT is IT?" He asked, distraught.
"Look." Sirius pointed to the wall above the windowsill. Written in blood were the words 'I'm Back.'
~* ~* ~* ~*
"Call the Ministry, Sirius." Harry said solemnly.
"But-"
"DO it." Harry said. His knees felt oddly weak and he wanted to hurl. He hated blood, it just made him sick and the dead girl on the stretcher had it oozing out of her nose and mouth still.
When the Ministry came they took the dead girl with them and all things that her blood had smattered on. They took pictures of the crime scene and apologized to the family a few times before taking Jamea with them as a witness/suspect.
~* ~* ~* ~*
"Innocent" was what the judge claimed Jamea, to everybody's relief. Harry himself had wondered if his son had done something foul once, but it never crossed his mind again because, Jamea was (like his father) a terrible actor. If he had killed Lindsay he would not have cried as much as he did.
When he came home a week later Harry said to him privately, "I knew you were innocent, Jamea."
"I know." Jamea said, avoiding his eyes. "You looked like you were going to murder the judge if I wasn't."
"And I might've." Harry teased. "Are you alright?"
"Peachy." Jamea said and walked into his room without another word.
~* ~* ~* ~*
"Hey sister go sister soul sister flow sister." Katherine was singing as she wiped the counter after dessert. Sirius had left yesterday and was safe in his own home. Jamea was obviously traumatized and kept mostly to his room, except for meals. "He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge. Strutting her stuff for the street. She said hello hey Joe, you wanna give it a go-o?"
"Did she now." Harry said, interrupting the song. She giggled.
"Vou leh vou co chet ah vih wa? Seh swa"
"What?"
"Kitchy kitchy ya ya da da. Kitchy Kitchy ya ya hee. Mocha choca latta ya ya. Pretty lade Marmalade."
"I have no idea what that means, but it's cute." Harry said, and kissed her.
"It's French. It means, do you want to go to bed with me?"
"Um." Harry said. Katherine laughed.
"I wasn't ACTUALLY asking YOU."
"Okay." Harry sounded slightly relieved, slightly put out.
"It's good to know that not all men are sex driven pigs." Katherine continued, looking at him oddly.
"Oh aren't we?" Harry batted his eyes. Katherine giggled as he threw her over his shoulder and disappeared into their room.
~* ~* ~* ~*
Jamea rolled over in his bed. It had been a very disturbing week. He didn't want to close his eyes, afraid of the nightmares that would come when he did. All he could see was Lindsay's face, the look of horror and then the blood and her final noises. He wanted to know who had done it to her and * why *! Lindsay was completely innocent- except she smoked a little and had gotten laid a couple of times. But nothing to get her murdered.
She was a perfect beauty. Long, curly blonde hair and a cute upturned nose. She had eyes a pale green. She was tall and slender, not skinny or fat. She had a nice smile, and a way of speaking that made you interested in something that normally you wouldn't have thought twice about. Could somebody have killed her for her beauty?
That couldn't be it. Lindsay was also sarcastic. She could sound as mean as the devil, but she wouldn't mean a bit of it. She had been a party person, a party smoker and a party drinker…nothing too bad.
Why was she a murder's target? Or was she? A new thought struck Jamea. ~* What if somebody wants to get back at me. But who hates ME that much? I've never done anything. ~*
He sat up most of the night wondering about this. ~* Could it be Mum or Dad? Well Dad's pretty famous. Really famous, actually. Somebody out there MUST hate him, besides his old family. But what kind of absurd person would get to him by killing my GIRLFRIEND? ~*
~* ~* ~* ~*
"Jamea." Harry said. "I hate to do this to you but-"
"What did I do now?"
"Nothing." Harry said quickly. "We're just- concerned. Your mother and I, that is. I don't want you to answer the door while you're at home. And you can't go out to visit your friends."
"Why not?"
"Well-" Harry looked nervously at his wife who shook her head.
~* Don't tell him until we have too. ~*
~* Sure ~*
"Because Jamea, we're afraid you might get hurt." Harry said. "You know, Lindsay was innocent enough. You're innocent too- and slightly famous on top of it. We don't want you to…"
"Die." Katherine finished. "Do you understand?"
"NO!" Jamea said. "I have plans! I was going to go to a part- friend's house tonight. I know I told you!"
"Plans can be changed. Jamea!" Katherine yelled when he started to storm off. "JAMEA POTTER! GET YOUR ASS BACK INTO THAT CHAIR!"
Jamea, startled at his mother's words sat down quickly.
"You don't know what you're doing to yourself. You'll get us all killed if you leave the house. Something happened. I'll explain later, but we'll all die."
"Sure, dad. Whatever."
"Jamea. I'm. Serious. I don't want to loose you, not after we've come so far."
"So far with what?"
"With you! For heavens sake, Jamea." Kat said. "You mean the world to us."
"And so you lock me into a house that I don't even like all that much and refuse to let me leave. I see how this works." And Jamea left.
"Please!" Katherine said, but he was already in his room.
~* ~* ~* ~*
"We should tell him."
"I think we can get out of it." Katherine said. "If he stays in the house, nothing can hurt him and then…we don't have to!"
"He's got to leave the house sometime." Harry said.
"We could put the Fidleous Charm on him." Katherine pointed out.
"No." Harry said. "Too many bad experiences."
"Only one." Katherine avoided his eyes.
"ONE MISHAP IS TOO MANY!" Harry said loudly.
"Fine." Katherine said, shrugging. "Plus we could get his with a trustworthy person."
"Yeah, my parents thought Pettigrew was a trustworthy person and look where he got them!" Harry said.
"We could go into hiding." Katherine said quietly.
"WE WILL NOT BE GOING INTO HIDING!" Harry yelled.
"Harry! Don't loose your temper with me." Katherine scolded.
"I'm sorry." Harry hugged her around the shoulders. "I really am. But I don't want to be cut off from the world for months- years even!"
"But you'd rather put your family in danger."
"We aren't IN any danger yet." Harry said.
"What d'you call Lindsay's murder then, eh?" Katherine demanded. Jamea who had been trudging slowly down the stairs to get some food (he had an endless pit for a stomach, kind of like Harry) started violently now. He paused listening. "I suppose you call that a coincidence?"
"No, I never said that!" Harry said hotly. "Katherine, its Voldemort's WAY to try and scare or traumatize his victims. He did that to me all during my school years! You should know that!"
"Remind me." Katherine said flatly.
"The Picture of Temptation. That was to wreck me emotionally. Just ask Hermione and Ron. I was in deep depression for weeks after I touched it!"
Jamea was fascinated. He had never heard his parents fight like this before.
"So you think that poor girl's murder was only to hurt Jamea emotionally?" Katherine said.
"Personally, I do." He said.
"I need more proof."
"He killed off most of your family to make you vulnerable." Harry said. "You can't have forgotten that!"
"Is that why he did that?"
"Yes, I thought you knew that." Harry said. "I'm sorry if I'm being harsh but if we just run away from it now, Voldemort has already won."
"Damn, when you're right, you're right." Katherine said and stood up. "But I am scared, Harry."
"If you weren't, you'd worry me. You have to have some flaw." And he kissed her.
Jamea looked away and walked down the rest of the grand staircase. Why did he get stuck with the ridiculously in love parents that were so cheesy? He grabbed a fruit cup and a spoon and began eating.
*All they do is embarrass me in public places with their stupid pet names. 'Come here ~ Kitten ~' * Jamea thought as he slurped up the juice at the bottom of the little can.
"We embarrass you in public places?" Katherine said and sat down next to him. Jamea nearly choked on a 'cherry'.
"W-what?" He asked.
"You didn't say that out loud, * did* you?" Katherine asked lightly.
"Say what?"
"That your father and I embarrass you in public places?"
"You're right I didn't. Get out of my mind!" Jamea clamped his hands over his ears.
"You should stop lending me your thoughts then." Katherine advised.
"What?"
"Never mind, dear." Kat said, kissed the top of his head and walked away.
~* ~* ~* ~*
Jamea's bleached blonde hair was beginning to turn black again, because his roots were growing in. Katherine, who felt sorry for him dyed it with her wand. He was back to looking exactly like his father. (Which wasn't all that bad of a thing)
"Jamea." Harry said. "Do you want to do something today?"
"Not really." Jamea said. Harry yawned, a little put out.
"Okay," He said and went over to Katherine. "Do YOU want to do something today?"
"Yes." Katherine said. "I want to see a movie."
"I'm sure we can arrange that." Harry said and smiled at her. "Seeing as how we live in a Muggle town, we can probably find the movie theatre."
"But what should we see?"
"God, I don't know." Harry said. "What if we just get there at two and see what's playing."
"It'll work." Katherine said. "So if we leave at two- I have about 2 hours to clean? Harry Potter grab a mop! You aren't getting out of cleaning today. You too Jamea."
"But I didn't make the mess!"
"You helped." Kat proclaimed and threw a sponge at him. "Go clean the bathrooms."
"You guys suck."
"Uh huh." Harry said. "We sure do…." Harry began mopping, Katherine dusted (They only had hard wood floors, so Harry got gypped) and Jamea scrubbed toilets, grumbling. Soon Harry (poor out of shape man) got tired of mopping and just bewitched the mop to clean by itself. Jamea grumbled about it, but Harry bewitched his chores too. Katherine looked annoyed but did the same thing.
"This family is a bunch of slackers!" She said.
"Yes, but you didn't have to marry me." Harry said and kissed her cheek.
Jamea grinned, "And you didn't have to get pregnant, mum."
Harry and Katherine exchanged glances.
"Well you didn't." Jamea said.
"But then we wouldn't have you." Katherine said and ruffled his hair. He glared at her.
"You two are to cutesy." Jamea said. "It makes me want to hurl."
"By all means then, Jamea." Harry said. "Throw up on this wonderfully clean floor, and then mop it up."
"Urgh!" Jamea said. "I'm going to be in-"
"Jamea?" Katherine asked. "Why don't you just storm up to your room, okay?"
Jamea shook his head in exasperation, but didn't storm away. He looked at his parents for a second and a thought hit him. "Mum, you're kinda tall. Dad, you're really tall. Why am I so freaking short?"
"I don't know." Katherine said with a shrug.
"I'm not supposed to be this tall Jamea." Harry said. Katherine looked at Harry piercingly. "I thought you knew that."
"No, I didn't. What do you mean by that?"
"When I was your age, somebody forced my body to grow." Harry said flatly.
"Is that even possible?" Jamea asked Katherine. "Well?"
Kat nodded slowly.
"Well let me do it too!" Jamea said. "For crying out loud! I hate being short."
"It hurt a lot, Jamea. You don't want to have it done, believe me." Harry said.
"I can cope with pain."
"Not that kind of pain." Harry said. "It's not worth the benefits. Believe me."
"What aren't you telling me?" Jamea asked. "I know you're hiding something. I KNOW IT! It's really pissing me off. Every time I enter the room, you two are whispering about something. And I know you aren't planning a surprise birthday party this far in advance."
"You're right about the Birthday Party." Kat said.
"What aren't you telling me?" Jamea repeated. "I think I have the right to know!"
"The truth is not always what you want to know." Harry said gravely.
~* ~* ~* ~*
Kat and Harry left Jamea left Jamea with the strict orders not to leave the house or he would lose more privileges.
They sat in the movie theatre watching some stupid action movie, or rather semi watching it. They were having a popcorn war with the stupid kids in the back of the theatre. (You know Harry and Kat never fit into the age of 34. They were just big kids.) When both sides ran out of popcorn Harry draped an arm around Katherine and she rested her head on his shoulder.
It was only a matter of time until they were kissing. Onlookers thought it was cute, but they didn't realize that they were 34.
Harry nudged Kat. "Movie's over." He said. They walked out, squinting in the bright lights of the day. Harry drove home in his (new) jeep. Kat fell asleep in the car. He pulled into the suburbia neighborhood (Coventry) and sniffed the air. He poked Kat until she woke up.
"A house is burning." He said. "I know it. It smells like a large wood fire."
"Only you could classify the smells of fire." She said, still a little asleep. Then it sunk in. "Shit! Drive faster Harry!"
Harry pounded on the gas and then saw his worst fear when their house was in view. The house, the nice relevantly new house, was up in flames and above the ruined house- was the Dark Mark.