Chapter Five

Harry yawned, as he apperated inside of his apartment, tossing his keys onto the dish next to the door.

"Mr. Harry Potter!" Dobby waddled towards him, "Mr.-"

"What is it Dobby?" Harry sighed.

"Your lady friend, Sir! Miz Morgana! She is having left!" Dobby crawled onto the table next to him, so they were eye to eye.

Harry sighed, and checked his watch. It was nearly midnight U.S. time, which made it much later European time. He knew he'd been talking about the team, and Quidditch for a long time.could you blame him? It wasn't his fault he loved the sport he played.

"It's all right, Dobby." Harry sighed, "I'm going to bed. Good night."

"Good night, Mr. Harry Pot-"

"Just call me Harry, Dobby."

"I'm sorry Mr.-"

"No.Just Harry."

"Sorry Just Harry." Dobby smiled.

Harry sighed, and shook his head, as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. Upon reaching the room, he tossed his shirt over his head, into the chair, and slid off his jeans. He wasn't going to bother with showering at midnight.the only other person in the apartment was Dobby, and he wasn't about to complain. He fell onto the bed, and fell into an unfitful sleep.

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"Just Harry!" Dobby leapt onto the bed the next morning.

Harry groaned. He was going to kill that creature pretty soon, "What Dobby?"

"Your lady friend is here!"

"Which one, Dobby?" Harry asked, not interested.

"The pretty one."

"They're all pretty, Dobby."

"Morgana." Dobby sighed.

"Oh dear.tell her I'll talk to her later. I'm sleeping."

"But, Mr. Harry Potter, sir!"

"DOBBY!" Harry yelled, "GET OUT!"

"Okay, okay! I is understanding, Mr. Harry Potter, sir! I is getting out, I is getting out!"

"Good." Harry sighed, and pulled the covers up over his half naked body.

He heard the door shut, and he breathed a sigh of relief. A few minutes later, it was broken.

"HARRY POTTER, YOU ASSHOLE!" Morgana screeched.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, Morgana!" Harry sighed, covering his ears.

"Where were you last night?"

"I was at the Weasley's! You know that!" Harry yelled, back.

"What ever!" Morgana rolled her eyes, "There is no way in HELL you were at the Weasley's, and you got back at MIDNIGHT!"

"Morgana.I am not married to you."

"You had sex with me!"

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, "You put me up on a white horse.that was your choice. I'm strictly on a 'no relationship' basis.if women want to have sex with me, fine that's great. I hold no obligations to them, or they to me." He was mildly surprised as she slapped him, hard against the cheek.

"You asshole." She spat.

"Morgana." Harry stated, "I was at the Weasley's, not that it's any of your business. I was planning on being back sooner. I haven't spoken to them like that in over six years.don't blame me, because I love the only real family I've ever known." He rolled over onto his stomach, and pulled the covers of the blanket over his head.

He heard the door shut, deluded by the thick quilt pulled over his head. Finding it hard to breathe, he pushed the blankets off. He was alone in his room now. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. Glancing at the clock, he found it to be about 8:00 a.m. Great.just perfect. A Tuesday morning, with less than 9 hours of sleep.Coach would be thrilled. .SHIT! Quidditch practice!

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and walked quickly to the shower. By now, he really reeked. He hadn't showered since before leaving for the Weasley's yesterday.he'd been nervous, so he had sweat a lot.He wrinkled his nose at himself. It was disgusting how he didn't take care of himself sometimes.

After a quick shower, and getting dressed, he ran downstairs.He cursed again. He'd forgotten to shave.Oh well; he'd do it in the downstairs bathroom. He was bound to have a razor around here somewhere. He dodged past Dobby, and into the bathroom, going through drawers, and cabinets, "DOBBY!"

"Yes Sir?" Dobby peered through the door.

"Where are my razors? My shaving cream? C'mon! On the double!"

Dobby raced up the stairs to grab the things for his master, while Harry continued to look for his supply of them downstairs.

"Here, Mr. Potter sir!" Dobby thrust the items into his hands.

"Thank you!" He booted the creature out of the room, and shut the door.

"Mr. Potter sir! Calm down! You is having plenty of time!" Dobby spoke loudly through the door.

"Dobby, I have a meeting with Mr. Rodgers in half an hour.it'll take me 15 minutes to get there.which means I have about.oh I dunno.I don't have much time! That's what I know!"

"Dobby is sorry about your predicament, Mr. Potter sir.but you MUST calm down! Mr. Rodger's had to cancel. His Morgana lady is not happy with you right now, Mr. Potter sir." Dobby sighed.

Harry stopped, his razor in mid shave, "WHAT?!"

"That is what Miz Morgana came here to tell you! Is that your meeting had got canceled! Mr. Rodger's niece is having a little one.he had to-"

"DOBBY!" Harry yelled.

"Yes Mr. Harry-"

"GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT!"

"But Mr. Harry-"

"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

"The door is closed, Mr.-"

"DOBBY!" He heard a clatter as Dobby ran from his anger. He sighed, trying to calm himself, gripping onto the side of the sink. Great. No more meeting with Jonathan, and Morgana. That was awesome; but now what was he supposed to do? Oh yes.finish shaving. That would be a great start.

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"Harry." Coach clapped a hand down on his shoulder, "We won the game last night, without you.but! We have another game on Saturday.we have to win it, in order to go to the Cup."

"Who are we playing?"

"Travel game.Bulgaria."

"Aw.Coach! I play against Krum! Do you know how bloody good he is! He was playing-"

"Potter.I don't want to hear about it." Couch shook his head, "Krum is a bloody fine player, but your better!"

Harry sighed, "Thanks Coach."

"Now! Put that chin up, and go out there, and practice with the rest of the team. No more stunts, Mr. Potter! I mean that this time!"

Harry smiled, not really reassured, but shouldered his broom, and let off into the air with the rest of the team.