Harry lie in bed in his large muggle apartment. His entire twenty three
years was laid out for all to see on the bed, which was rumpled, and
haphazard. Ironically enough, he didn't actually care.
Above his head, his alarm clock began to buzz happily, and a tanned bronze arm, which was also well muscled, lifted, and swiped the annoying object from the shelf. There was a loud moan, as he yawned, and rolled over onto his back.
"Mr. Harry Potter sir!" his little house elf, Dobby Jr. leapt onto his bed, "I is making breakfast for you, Mr. Harry Potter sir!"
"That's nice, Dobby." Harry waved the annoying creature away, "You do that."
"Your lady friend, Mr. Harry-"
"Dobby?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Shut up."
"Oh, Mr. Harry Potter-"
"What did she say, Dobby?"
"To tell you that you is..." the creature giggled, "very good in…well I think you is understanding."
Harry smiled. Yes, he knew perfectly what Virgo had said to Dobby. He also knew he would never have to see that utterly delectable piece of woman ever again, "Thanks for passing on the message."
"Oh, and Sir!"
"What?"
"There is another lady for you downstairs…"
"Another lady? What's her-" Morgana…He forgot he was supposed to have breakfast with her this morning before going to practice, "I'll be there in a few minutes, Dobby."
"Yes Sir!" The creature leapt from the bed, and waddled from the room.
Harry then rolled out of bed, and reached for his glasses, which were newly updated, and now sat stylishly upon his face, instead of making him look like a dork. He wore contact lenses during games.
On his way to the bathroom, he picked up his practice robes out of a basket of clean clothes, and placed his broom against a cabinet, so it wasn't on the floor. He also grabbed a clean towel off of a shelf, and then closed the door to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered, and dressed, his ragged hair still dripping with water, as he took his towel, and scrubbed it dry. Then he sat upon his bed, and pulled on a pair of socks, and his tennis shoes.
"Morgana!" He yelled, as he walked down the short flight of stairs, separating his two floors of the apartment building.
"I'm in the dinning room, Harry." His manager's daughter yelled back.
"I'm sorry, I'm running a little late this morning." He paused to pick Dobby up out of his way, and set him on top of the coffee table, "Dobby…stop running about like that!"
Morgana laughed. She was muggle, and hadn't ever seen a house elf before. Her father was a wizard, but no magic ran within her veins. She was an avid Quidditch enthusiast though, she being one of the only muggles allowed on the field. Any way, Dobby Jr. seemed to entertain her.
As Harry entered the kitchen, the pretty brunette sat at his table, sipping some orange juice, Dobby had set for her, and a glass set at the head of the table for Harry himself.
"I'm sorry, Morgana…" Harry sat hurriedly at the table, not even halfway in his chair, as he picked up the glass of orange juice, "This is going to have to be short."
"That's okay." Morgana shrugged, "You'll just owe me dinner."
"Dinner…" Harry closed his eyes, thinking over the next few weeks schedules, "How about…Tuesday night, next week?"
"Great." Morgana nodded.
"Are you coming to the game tonight?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really." Harry smiled.
Harry played Quidditch for America. He very rarely returned to Europe anymore. To many bad memories; it was nice he was able to get a hold of himself so quickly back in America, and make a life for himself.
"Well, I know your in a hurry, so I'll make this really short. We got a letter in the mail for you…" She pulled a crisp envevlope from her pocket, "It came by owl…"
Harry smiled. They didn't use owl in America. It was much easier for them to use hawks, or occasionally an eagle. Very rarely was an owl used, "Thanks." He took the envelope, and slid his nail underneath the flap.
Dear Mr. H. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you of the wedding of Ginny Weasley, and Neville Longbottom. Being this is a double wedding, your friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger will also be wed on the 25th of May.
We hope to hear from you! Please RSPV to: Molly Weasley, The Burrow.
Harry snorted. Ginny was marrying Neville. No surprise there. He'd seen the way they'd been all over each other, in his final year at Hogwarts. Ron, and Hermione? He'd been wondering when they were finally going to tie the knot. He of course, would not be going.
"Harry? What is it?"
"Wedding invitation…" Harry smiled, ripping the card in two.
"Harry!" Morgana took the pieces, and placed them together, to read the card, "Ginny, and Ne-ville? Who are they?"
"That's GINny, and NEVille." Harry corrected her, "That would be my ex-best friend's sister, and this idiot I went to school with."
"Their wizards?" Morgana asked.
"Neville is…Neville was never very good with magic. I haven't heard from Ginny in years. She used to have a crush on me."
"Who are Ronald, and Hermione?"
"Morgana…just forget about it." Harry grabbed the pieces back, and ripped them further.
"Harry! Why won't you go? It would be good for you go back to Europe."
"Morgana, I have no life in Europe! Much less with those people! I forgot about them a long time ago…it's just to bad they can't forget about me." Harry picked up a slice of toast from a plate near him, and stood, kissing Morgana's cheek, "I'll see you on Tuesday."
"Harry, wait…" Morgana reached for his sleeve, "Will you go, if I go with you?"
Harry stopped for a moment, "You'd do that?"
"Yes! I'll go with you, Harry…but you have to promise to talk to these…people." She motioned at the torn bits of cardstock, "Please?"
"I'll think about it-"
"Harry…" Morgana pulled him back to the table, "Please?"
Harry sighed. He hated leading Morgana on like this, "Your to good for me." He touched his lips to hers, "I'll call you…"
"All right…" She sighed, "Goodbye, Harry."
Above his head, his alarm clock began to buzz happily, and a tanned bronze arm, which was also well muscled, lifted, and swiped the annoying object from the shelf. There was a loud moan, as he yawned, and rolled over onto his back.
"Mr. Harry Potter sir!" his little house elf, Dobby Jr. leapt onto his bed, "I is making breakfast for you, Mr. Harry Potter sir!"
"That's nice, Dobby." Harry waved the annoying creature away, "You do that."
"Your lady friend, Mr. Harry-"
"Dobby?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Shut up."
"Oh, Mr. Harry Potter-"
"What did she say, Dobby?"
"To tell you that you is..." the creature giggled, "very good in…well I think you is understanding."
Harry smiled. Yes, he knew perfectly what Virgo had said to Dobby. He also knew he would never have to see that utterly delectable piece of woman ever again, "Thanks for passing on the message."
"Oh, and Sir!"
"What?"
"There is another lady for you downstairs…"
"Another lady? What's her-" Morgana…He forgot he was supposed to have breakfast with her this morning before going to practice, "I'll be there in a few minutes, Dobby."
"Yes Sir!" The creature leapt from the bed, and waddled from the room.
Harry then rolled out of bed, and reached for his glasses, which were newly updated, and now sat stylishly upon his face, instead of making him look like a dork. He wore contact lenses during games.
On his way to the bathroom, he picked up his practice robes out of a basket of clean clothes, and placed his broom against a cabinet, so it wasn't on the floor. He also grabbed a clean towel off of a shelf, and then closed the door to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered, and dressed, his ragged hair still dripping with water, as he took his towel, and scrubbed it dry. Then he sat upon his bed, and pulled on a pair of socks, and his tennis shoes.
"Morgana!" He yelled, as he walked down the short flight of stairs, separating his two floors of the apartment building.
"I'm in the dinning room, Harry." His manager's daughter yelled back.
"I'm sorry, I'm running a little late this morning." He paused to pick Dobby up out of his way, and set him on top of the coffee table, "Dobby…stop running about like that!"
Morgana laughed. She was muggle, and hadn't ever seen a house elf before. Her father was a wizard, but no magic ran within her veins. She was an avid Quidditch enthusiast though, she being one of the only muggles allowed on the field. Any way, Dobby Jr. seemed to entertain her.
As Harry entered the kitchen, the pretty brunette sat at his table, sipping some orange juice, Dobby had set for her, and a glass set at the head of the table for Harry himself.
"I'm sorry, Morgana…" Harry sat hurriedly at the table, not even halfway in his chair, as he picked up the glass of orange juice, "This is going to have to be short."
"That's okay." Morgana shrugged, "You'll just owe me dinner."
"Dinner…" Harry closed his eyes, thinking over the next few weeks schedules, "How about…Tuesday night, next week?"
"Great." Morgana nodded.
"Are you coming to the game tonight?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really." Harry smiled.
Harry played Quidditch for America. He very rarely returned to Europe anymore. To many bad memories; it was nice he was able to get a hold of himself so quickly back in America, and make a life for himself.
"Well, I know your in a hurry, so I'll make this really short. We got a letter in the mail for you…" She pulled a crisp envevlope from her pocket, "It came by owl…"
Harry smiled. They didn't use owl in America. It was much easier for them to use hawks, or occasionally an eagle. Very rarely was an owl used, "Thanks." He took the envelope, and slid his nail underneath the flap.
Dear Mr. H. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you of the wedding of Ginny Weasley, and Neville Longbottom. Being this is a double wedding, your friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger will also be wed on the 25th of May.
We hope to hear from you! Please RSPV to: Molly Weasley, The Burrow.
Harry snorted. Ginny was marrying Neville. No surprise there. He'd seen the way they'd been all over each other, in his final year at Hogwarts. Ron, and Hermione? He'd been wondering when they were finally going to tie the knot. He of course, would not be going.
"Harry? What is it?"
"Wedding invitation…" Harry smiled, ripping the card in two.
"Harry!" Morgana took the pieces, and placed them together, to read the card, "Ginny, and Ne-ville? Who are they?"
"That's GINny, and NEVille." Harry corrected her, "That would be my ex-best friend's sister, and this idiot I went to school with."
"Their wizards?" Morgana asked.
"Neville is…Neville was never very good with magic. I haven't heard from Ginny in years. She used to have a crush on me."
"Who are Ronald, and Hermione?"
"Morgana…just forget about it." Harry grabbed the pieces back, and ripped them further.
"Harry! Why won't you go? It would be good for you go back to Europe."
"Morgana, I have no life in Europe! Much less with those people! I forgot about them a long time ago…it's just to bad they can't forget about me." Harry picked up a slice of toast from a plate near him, and stood, kissing Morgana's cheek, "I'll see you on Tuesday."
"Harry, wait…" Morgana reached for his sleeve, "Will you go, if I go with you?"
Harry stopped for a moment, "You'd do that?"
"Yes! I'll go with you, Harry…but you have to promise to talk to these…people." She motioned at the torn bits of cardstock, "Please?"
"I'll think about it-"
"Harry…" Morgana pulled him back to the table, "Please?"
Harry sighed. He hated leading Morgana on like this, "Your to good for me." He touched his lips to hers, "I'll call you…"
"All right…" She sighed, "Goodbye, Harry."
