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A/N: Ok, my friend asked for some 'action' so here it is. Nothing kinky mind u.
Chapter 5
Running his hands up and down his body, as a nervous reaction more than anything, he clambered out of the sleeping bag and ran outside, stumbling more like to the garden area.
Breathing in deep breaths of the night air, he thought about his dream. So vivid, so real. It happened. He knew they were going to die, as a baby, he knew even before Voldemort came, he knew, sensed it. Smelled death, even though at that age he didn't understand it.
Behind him he heard a noise, Harry jumped up at it and turned around. There was Eliza. "What's wrong?" she asked him.
"Er… nightmare."
Eliza laughed slightly, "hate them, tell me"
Harry frowned slightly, at her. "Saw my parents getting murdered."
She smiled slightly and chuckled. "I hate it when that happens. Then you tell your parents 'I saw you get murdered, in a dream!' Then they think your being silly. Write home and they'll be fine."
Harry laughed bitterly. He had never told her anything about him, how his Parents had been murdered, how he was famous. Nothing. "I'll believe you," he said sadly, turning back around.
Eliza walked up closer to him and out her arms around his waist from the back. "They'll be fine, it was only a dream." She told him. Harry wished he could believe her. Mournfully he shook his head. "C'mon, go tell them."
He laughed manic like at her, and lifted his head up to the stars. "Hey mum, it's Harry, your son. I dreamt that you were murdered. Just want to make sure it wasn't real." He turned and smiled evilly at Eliza, who didn't find this funny, and she said so. Harry's manic smile faded, and he held onto Eliza's hands. Slowly he turned around, still in her embrace. He was leaning closer to her, his nose touching hers. "That wasn't funny what you did before. It was sick."
"Really? Well I didn't have a nightmare…"
"Now you're lying to get my attention…"
"No, it was a memory." He was leaning closer towards her.
"Memory?" She asked high-pitched voice.
"One I want to forget." Leaning ever closer. "Sort of."
"What d'you mean…" But Harry didn't let her finish. He pounced on her lips like a snake.
She didn't try and fight him, run away, or seem shocked at all. In fact Harry felt her stand on her tiptoes and began answering his call. She let go of his hands and began to take off his coat, it fell to the ground with a soft thud, when they were rudely interrupted by a load "Ahem."
A/N: Ok, my friend asked for some 'action' so here it is. Nothing kinky mind u.
Chapter 5
Running his hands up and down his body, as a nervous reaction more than anything, he clambered out of the sleeping bag and ran outside, stumbling more like to the garden area.
Breathing in deep breaths of the night air, he thought about his dream. So vivid, so real. It happened. He knew they were going to die, as a baby, he knew even before Voldemort came, he knew, sensed it. Smelled death, even though at that age he didn't understand it.
Behind him he heard a noise, Harry jumped up at it and turned around. There was Eliza. "What's wrong?" she asked him.
"Er… nightmare."
Eliza laughed slightly, "hate them, tell me"
Harry frowned slightly, at her. "Saw my parents getting murdered."
She smiled slightly and chuckled. "I hate it when that happens. Then you tell your parents 'I saw you get murdered, in a dream!' Then they think your being silly. Write home and they'll be fine."
Harry laughed bitterly. He had never told her anything about him, how his Parents had been murdered, how he was famous. Nothing. "I'll believe you," he said sadly, turning back around.
Eliza walked up closer to him and out her arms around his waist from the back. "They'll be fine, it was only a dream." She told him. Harry wished he could believe her. Mournfully he shook his head. "C'mon, go tell them."
He laughed manic like at her, and lifted his head up to the stars. "Hey mum, it's Harry, your son. I dreamt that you were murdered. Just want to make sure it wasn't real." He turned and smiled evilly at Eliza, who didn't find this funny, and she said so. Harry's manic smile faded, and he held onto Eliza's hands. Slowly he turned around, still in her embrace. He was leaning closer to her, his nose touching hers. "That wasn't funny what you did before. It was sick."
"Really? Well I didn't have a nightmare…"
"Now you're lying to get my attention…"
"No, it was a memory." He was leaning closer towards her.
"Memory?" She asked high-pitched voice.
"One I want to forget." Leaning ever closer. "Sort of."
"What d'you mean…" But Harry didn't let her finish. He pounced on her lips like a snake.
She didn't try and fight him, run away, or seem shocked at all. In fact Harry felt her stand on her tiptoes and began answering his call. She let go of his hands and began to take off his coat, it fell to the ground with a soft thud, when they were rudely interrupted by a load "Ahem."