A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get another chapter posted! I have been
very busy you know with getting ready for school and all. Volleyball
practices start soon, so I won't be online as much. I am open to ideas, so
you can email me at aqn07nwu11@cs.com if you have some. Thanks all for
sticking with it: talentedwithapen. And the story goes on:
Falling Into Reality.
Harry relaxed into a chair and began making mental notes for everything that would needed to be done. After a few minutes, he had come up with a sufficient list:
Clean Call Realtor Get boxes Pack Go to Gringotts Interview for job Tell Carlyn all she needs to know.
The last item would be especially hard. How could he tell her about her mother? It wouldn't be easy, but it needed to be done.
"How's it coming along Harry?" Hermione came up behind him. She looked at the list, and paused. "Would it be better if I helped with the mother thing?"
"No, I need to tell her. It wouldn't sound right coming from anyone else." Harry glanced up at Hermione. It was those eyes. After so long, they still haunted his dreams, still brought back memories.
"Harry, what's the matter?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing, nothing." He returned to the list.
Carlyn woke up bright and refreshed. She shook her pillows, then took the cases off, and put them inside the boxes she found by her door. Trying not to wake Alyssa up, she moved around the room deciding what she needed to pack.
"Up so early sweety?" Carlyn was startled by Hermione standing in her door frame. She looked around, and nodded.
"I don't want Daddy to have to wait for me." She answered.
"I see." Hermione smiled, and turned to go.
"Er, Mrs. Granger? Exactly what should I call you from now on?" Carlyn asked.
Hermione spun around and almost dropped to the floor in amazement. She regained her composure, and leaned against the door frame again.
"Hermione is fine Carlyn. You needn't worry about being proper around the Weasley family." She smiled. "They never are." She added in an undertone.
Carlyn laughed a little. "Okay, er, Hermione." She said, and started to pack again.
Soon the smells of waffles and syrup drifted up to Carlyn's now almost empty room. Alyssa turned in her sleep, and Carlyn thought of waking her. She walked over to the bed.
"Alyssa, breakfast is ready." She said, nudging the sleeping form.
"Boo!" Alyssa whipped off the covers and made a face. Carlyn jumped and landed in a heap on the floor.
"You, you scared me!" She panted, clearly out of breath.
"I learned it from my father. Sorry I scared you so." Alyssa grinned, and hopped out of the bed.
Pulling the covers off and folding them, Carlyn asked Alyssa a question. "What is the scariest thing about your world?"
Alyssa paused, "Well it used to be Voldemort, but your father went and, I shouldn't be the one to tell you this. Let's go downstairs."
Carlyn frowned. "Okay." She agreed worriedly, and walked down the stairs behind Alyssa. "This can't be good." She thought.
They reached the bottom of the stairs. Harry walked out of the kitchen. Smiling, he looked at both of the girls. "Well there are my princesses! G'morning to you." He gave each of them a hug. "Breakfast is ready and waiting for you both. I hope you like waffles Alyssa."
"Oh yes, sir." Alyssa replied, nodding her head. "It's not often we have them at our house you know."
"Harry is fine." He said, grinning. "Since Carlyn can call Hermione her first name."
"Okay, can we eat now?" Alyssa winked. "I am just a little bit hungry and well, those waffles are looking especially good right about now."
Harry put his hand to his forehead. "How could I forget?" He handed the girls each a plate and told them to eat as many as they liked, since lunch might be a little late today.
After about half an hour, both girls stuffed to the brim, they returned to packing Carlyn's room.
Hermione smiled as she began to pack Harry's room. All the things from Hogwarts sat in a box at the back of his closet, not forgotten. The robes were still nicely folded, and his graduation diploma was still unwrapped. Carefully, Hermione peeled back the plastic that held it. It read:
On this May 17, 1997, we the teachers and staff of Hogwarts commemorate Mr. Harry J. Potter in his graduation. Congratulations Mr. Potter, and may you have a safe and rewarding life.
She glanced around the room, and wiped a tear from her eye. It had been that year that her parents had died in the first war against Voldemort. She wrapped the diploma back in its plastic, and slipped it back in the box. It also had been the year that she had her first child.
Well, I am hoping to get at least 6 more reviews. You know you want to: just go press the little purple button under these words. Come on, you can do it! Everyone gives me ten reviews and I'll reveal who the mom is..
Shout outs to you all:
MiniPoe: Thanks for reading! Here's the next chapter for you.
Gryffindor-Girl: You'll find out next chapter who the mom is, and all that good stuff.
Bridget: Thanks for reading.
Evanne Martine Hall: Here you go, please don't die! You won't be able to finish the story then! Haha
Falling Into Reality.
Harry relaxed into a chair and began making mental notes for everything that would needed to be done. After a few minutes, he had come up with a sufficient list:
Clean Call Realtor Get boxes Pack Go to Gringotts Interview for job Tell Carlyn all she needs to know.
The last item would be especially hard. How could he tell her about her mother? It wouldn't be easy, but it needed to be done.
"How's it coming along Harry?" Hermione came up behind him. She looked at the list, and paused. "Would it be better if I helped with the mother thing?"
"No, I need to tell her. It wouldn't sound right coming from anyone else." Harry glanced up at Hermione. It was those eyes. After so long, they still haunted his dreams, still brought back memories.
"Harry, what's the matter?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing, nothing." He returned to the list.
Carlyn woke up bright and refreshed. She shook her pillows, then took the cases off, and put them inside the boxes she found by her door. Trying not to wake Alyssa up, she moved around the room deciding what she needed to pack.
"Up so early sweety?" Carlyn was startled by Hermione standing in her door frame. She looked around, and nodded.
"I don't want Daddy to have to wait for me." She answered.
"I see." Hermione smiled, and turned to go.
"Er, Mrs. Granger? Exactly what should I call you from now on?" Carlyn asked.
Hermione spun around and almost dropped to the floor in amazement. She regained her composure, and leaned against the door frame again.
"Hermione is fine Carlyn. You needn't worry about being proper around the Weasley family." She smiled. "They never are." She added in an undertone.
Carlyn laughed a little. "Okay, er, Hermione." She said, and started to pack again.
Soon the smells of waffles and syrup drifted up to Carlyn's now almost empty room. Alyssa turned in her sleep, and Carlyn thought of waking her. She walked over to the bed.
"Alyssa, breakfast is ready." She said, nudging the sleeping form.
"Boo!" Alyssa whipped off the covers and made a face. Carlyn jumped and landed in a heap on the floor.
"You, you scared me!" She panted, clearly out of breath.
"I learned it from my father. Sorry I scared you so." Alyssa grinned, and hopped out of the bed.
Pulling the covers off and folding them, Carlyn asked Alyssa a question. "What is the scariest thing about your world?"
Alyssa paused, "Well it used to be Voldemort, but your father went and, I shouldn't be the one to tell you this. Let's go downstairs."
Carlyn frowned. "Okay." She agreed worriedly, and walked down the stairs behind Alyssa. "This can't be good." She thought.
They reached the bottom of the stairs. Harry walked out of the kitchen. Smiling, he looked at both of the girls. "Well there are my princesses! G'morning to you." He gave each of them a hug. "Breakfast is ready and waiting for you both. I hope you like waffles Alyssa."
"Oh yes, sir." Alyssa replied, nodding her head. "It's not often we have them at our house you know."
"Harry is fine." He said, grinning. "Since Carlyn can call Hermione her first name."
"Okay, can we eat now?" Alyssa winked. "I am just a little bit hungry and well, those waffles are looking especially good right about now."
Harry put his hand to his forehead. "How could I forget?" He handed the girls each a plate and told them to eat as many as they liked, since lunch might be a little late today.
After about half an hour, both girls stuffed to the brim, they returned to packing Carlyn's room.
Hermione smiled as she began to pack Harry's room. All the things from Hogwarts sat in a box at the back of his closet, not forgotten. The robes were still nicely folded, and his graduation diploma was still unwrapped. Carefully, Hermione peeled back the plastic that held it. It read:
On this May 17, 1997, we the teachers and staff of Hogwarts commemorate Mr. Harry J. Potter in his graduation. Congratulations Mr. Potter, and may you have a safe and rewarding life.
She glanced around the room, and wiped a tear from her eye. It had been that year that her parents had died in the first war against Voldemort. She wrapped the diploma back in its plastic, and slipped it back in the box. It also had been the year that she had her first child.
Well, I am hoping to get at least 6 more reviews. You know you want to: just go press the little purple button under these words. Come on, you can do it! Everyone gives me ten reviews and I'll reveal who the mom is..
Shout outs to you all:
MiniPoe: Thanks for reading! Here's the next chapter for you.
Gryffindor-Girl: You'll find out next chapter who the mom is, and all that good stuff.
Bridget: Thanks for reading.
Evanne Martine Hall: Here you go, please don't die! You won't be able to finish the story then! Haha