Harry Potter and the Baby
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Chapter Eight
You Get Used to Someone
I thought I felt you touching my cheek this morning.
But I must'a been dreamin'.
And in the middle of the night without a warning I thought I heard you breathin'.
Me and my so-called independence.
I've got this loneliness that's so relentless.
I guess you get used to somebody.
Kind of like havin' them around.
I guess you get used to the way they make you happy.
Bring you up when you're feeling down.
I never dreamed when I was letting you go that I would wake up and miss you this much.
I guess you get used to somebody.
I guess you get used to bein' loved.
I kinda miss those ramblin' conversations where we talk about nothin'.
The way you always made me laugh at my frustrations.
Baby that was somethin'.
I should've been careful what I wished for cause I've got my freedom and so much more.
I never dreamed when I was letting you go that I would wake up and miss you this much.
I guess you get used to somebody.
I guess you get used to bein' loved.
I guess you get used to somebody.
I guess you get used to bein' loved.
He stood watching, floating above as the Death Eaters and Voldemort feasted and cheered in evil glee after the news of his timely departure. He snarled at them, shouted, threw tantrum after tantrum, and cursed them to Hell, but no one saw him. No one heard him. No one knew he was there. Voldemort, most of all looked like Christmas had come early.
At a long length after that he spoke.
"Now that that annoyance is disposed of, we shall gain control of the whole world. Without their saviour, without their icon, without their Golden Boy, they shall be powerless to stop me. Even that contemptible Muggle-Loving Fool Dumbledore cannot stop our Rein to Power. We shall become victorious!" shouted Voldemort, conducting to the Death Eaters shouts of victory. Harry bared his teeth to them in a hatred snarl.
Harry blinked. The visions of Voldemort and his celebrating Death Eaters were gone. Now he was floating over the Great Hall were everyone from his party for his Birthday sat on the marble floors in distraught. He saw Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey stood over his unmoving body. He looked around.
Ginny, he felt a slight jump of emotion, was crying, but was in the arms of none other than Colin Creevy. He snarled again, growling animal-like deep in his throat. He hugged and kissed her noise, trying to calm her. He floated down towards them to hear them.
"…You loved him, but you're going to be alright. We still love each other don't we? We'll make it. Don't worry. I still love you no matter what." He whispered reassuring her.
She smiled at him, sniffled as she took a shaky breath, and kissed him on the lips with a smile.
"Yes… yes we'll make it. I do love you." She sniffled again unsteadily. Suddenly Harry felt himself being dragged backwards towards his body. He fought it but couldn't. He saw behind himself that his body glowed bright.
He glimpsed everyone watching and that Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey move away. He saw Alex in the corner crying red-eyed and stopped fighting, not wanting her to feel that way anymore. Now he was moving towards he body more steadily and quicker. He flew into his body and knew no more…
Harry woke to see himself in the Hospital Wing. It was night-time as far as he could tell. He climbed out of bed with a slight groan. His whole body felt as if a piano had been dropped on him. He looked out the window to the full moon, now going through his head of what had happened that afternoon, or if time had passed before he had woke up.
"…You loved him, but you're going to be alright. We still love each other don't we? We'll make it. Don't worry. I still love you no matter what." He whispered reassuring her.
Harry felt a pang of anguish filling his insides at the memory of what she answered to him.
She smiled at him, sniffled as she took a shaky breath, and kissed him on the lips with a smile.
"Yes… yes we'll make it. I do love you."
Finally at that he started thinking of the past years that he had known her ever since he met her.
The times she kept putting her elbow into the butter dish rolled through his mind. I guess you get used to somebody to where you kind of like having them around. The way they make you happy, or embarrassed. I never dreamed that when your attention would go to another that I'd miss you this much. I guess I got used to her loving me. Harry thought as a silent sob stuck in his throat.
Other memories in school flashed, reminding him when she gave him a singing Valentine from "Cupid". The time he saved her from Tom Riddle and The Chamber of Secrets came to call as well. He sighed and turned back to his bed and laid down to rest, not sleeping though…
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P.S. I may think of another story title name because I am beginning to not like "Harry Potter and the Baby". If you have any ideas, please review and tell me. I can't think of one yet. Thank you so much for not going away to those of you still reading this. Well, Adiós amigos!