Disclaimer - no of this is mine, etc, etc.
When Harry and Vesta arrived in Muggle London after shrinking their trunks, covering themselves in Harry's invisibility clock and riding from Hogwarts on his Firebolt, they had to decide where to go.
It was Vesta that came up with the best solution, 'we have to find somewhere secluded to live, and hopefully we'll be able to rent something cheap.'
So they set off again looking for somewhere to live.
The first night was spent hidden under Harry's cloak in the corner of a small muggle park. It had been quite uncomfortable and without Harry's calmly affect on the ever-restless Vesta, she would have started firing curses everywhere, not caring about being caught. She hated the dark, hated the ground, hated the noise of passing cars, hated the creepy sounds and hated herself for loving Harry so much that she was out here. Vesta did not like to be uncomfortable!!! Harry on the other hand, hated her grumbling and told her, what must have been at least a hundred times, that this was her idea.
It was a stroke of luck that just before dark the next day that they ran across a little cottage that had an old shack about 200m away from it. It was on the back street and the old shack, with its peeling paint and rusty doors, was closer to the unused road than the cute cottage. They must have moved when the road was the main one and then didn't want to move back after a new highway was built.
They meet the old lady that lived there and she agreed to let them lived there for $50 a week and if they helped fix it up a bit. They agreed quickly.
'It isn't grand,' said Vesta, 'it's not how I imagined my first home, but as long as I'm with you I'm happy. Also, it's better then that bloody park!'
Harry laughed and climbed into the mattress on the floor that Alice; the old lady had given them. 'Your not too bad your self.' And for that he was lightly slapped.
'Shhh and sleep.'
Life was good. Harry and Vesta had been living in the muggle world for 4 ½ months now and had fixed up the shack wonderfully; it had a nice garden, had been repainted and had some new furniture.
They practiced magic everyday with sticks and knew very complicated spells and, because potion making could not be detected as long as you didn't use them, they were both excelling in potions and could make just about anything. Also they were discovering very weird thing about themselves, especially Vesta who could move objects at will and it seemed that the Ministry did not detect that sort of magic.
Harry in the last couple of months had finally filled out and grown several inches. He was now taller then Vesta and she liked the way that her small frame fitted into Harry's quite muscular body.
Apart from a small bit of wandless magic, Vesta was exactly the same. Her quick temper and all her annoying habits Harry seemed to like were still there.
Vesta plonked down on the lounge in the small living room next to Harry. 'Hello!' she said happily.
'What are you so happy about?'
'I am amazing, talented, brilliant, pretty, smart, gifted.'
Harry laughed, Vesta was happy he had now been laughing more, talking more and he was less worried, 'You forgot modest.'
'Oh yeah,' she smiled and kissed him softly and slowly. 'Come on, I have to show you what I've done.' She then dragged him out of the room.
'What have you been doing in the bedroom that is so great that I wasn't allowed in there for 2 hours?'
'Stop being impatent,' she lightly snapped, 'This.' and she opened up the door. Harry gasped, all the walls were covered in moving pictures of them both, smiling, hugging and kissing.
'Wow!' was all Harry could say.
Vesta walked in front of Harry. 'Harry Potter, I love you more than anything in the world. I would die for you and I know you would do the same for me, marry me and if you don't, I promise to do something rash!'
'Yes.' And with that Vesta flung her arms around him and smiled. Harry smiled back.
'One more surprise, I'm pregnant.' Harry was more than bloody shocked. But when he came to his senses he picked up the pretty red head and whirled her around, kissing her stomach, while she screamed and giggled.
'I love you.'
Harry walked down the hallway of their little old shake. It was the day he was getting married and he was terrified.
He reached the room where Vesta was getting ready. 'Finished?' he called.
'Nearly.' 5 minutes Vesta came out. She looked beautiful in long robes of white and her dark red hair pulled back in a tight bun at the back with blue and red sparkles through her hair; the same colour as her eyes.
'Beautiful,' said Harry in awe.
'And don't think I look like this just for you Mister. I'm like this for all of my adoring fans. Don't give me that look. Just 'cause you're the ever popular Harry Potter, doesn't mean I can't dream.'
'You're an idiot sometimes.'
'Hay! Don't call me that. It's going to be our Honeymoon tonight. well, if you be good.' Harry quickly shut his mouth, holding in the comment he was going to make.
The muggle taxi pulled up the front of the drive and the drove to a little muggle church at the edge of London.
Harry was now shaking. It was the best day of his life. He looked at Vesta, she was glowing and he reached over and kissed her on the cheek before he helped her out the car.
There was no one to watch Vesta go up the aisle, no one to walk her down it, no one but a passer by to witness the marriage and no one to be there when he kissed his new bride; it was these thoughts that led Harry to write to Dumbledore, inform him of what was going on. The first time he realised that he had kept Vesta away from the wizard world long enough.
It was time to go back.
To all those people who think that Vesta is a Mary-sue, I'm really, really sorry. But there's not that many ways to write and think up a new personality; I'm not that smart.
Hope you liked it.
I hate not knowing if this is any good.
Thankyou to everyone reading. - xstargirlx
When Harry and Vesta arrived in Muggle London after shrinking their trunks, covering themselves in Harry's invisibility clock and riding from Hogwarts on his Firebolt, they had to decide where to go.
It was Vesta that came up with the best solution, 'we have to find somewhere secluded to live, and hopefully we'll be able to rent something cheap.'
So they set off again looking for somewhere to live.
The first night was spent hidden under Harry's cloak in the corner of a small muggle park. It had been quite uncomfortable and without Harry's calmly affect on the ever-restless Vesta, she would have started firing curses everywhere, not caring about being caught. She hated the dark, hated the ground, hated the noise of passing cars, hated the creepy sounds and hated herself for loving Harry so much that she was out here. Vesta did not like to be uncomfortable!!! Harry on the other hand, hated her grumbling and told her, what must have been at least a hundred times, that this was her idea.
It was a stroke of luck that just before dark the next day that they ran across a little cottage that had an old shack about 200m away from it. It was on the back street and the old shack, with its peeling paint and rusty doors, was closer to the unused road than the cute cottage. They must have moved when the road was the main one and then didn't want to move back after a new highway was built.
They meet the old lady that lived there and she agreed to let them lived there for $50 a week and if they helped fix it up a bit. They agreed quickly.
'It isn't grand,' said Vesta, 'it's not how I imagined my first home, but as long as I'm with you I'm happy. Also, it's better then that bloody park!'
Harry laughed and climbed into the mattress on the floor that Alice; the old lady had given them. 'Your not too bad your self.' And for that he was lightly slapped.
'Shhh and sleep.'
Life was good. Harry and Vesta had been living in the muggle world for 4 ½ months now and had fixed up the shack wonderfully; it had a nice garden, had been repainted and had some new furniture.
They practiced magic everyday with sticks and knew very complicated spells and, because potion making could not be detected as long as you didn't use them, they were both excelling in potions and could make just about anything. Also they were discovering very weird thing about themselves, especially Vesta who could move objects at will and it seemed that the Ministry did not detect that sort of magic.
Harry in the last couple of months had finally filled out and grown several inches. He was now taller then Vesta and she liked the way that her small frame fitted into Harry's quite muscular body.
Apart from a small bit of wandless magic, Vesta was exactly the same. Her quick temper and all her annoying habits Harry seemed to like were still there.
Vesta plonked down on the lounge in the small living room next to Harry. 'Hello!' she said happily.
'What are you so happy about?'
'I am amazing, talented, brilliant, pretty, smart, gifted.'
Harry laughed, Vesta was happy he had now been laughing more, talking more and he was less worried, 'You forgot modest.'
'Oh yeah,' she smiled and kissed him softly and slowly. 'Come on, I have to show you what I've done.' She then dragged him out of the room.
'What have you been doing in the bedroom that is so great that I wasn't allowed in there for 2 hours?'
'Stop being impatent,' she lightly snapped, 'This.' and she opened up the door. Harry gasped, all the walls were covered in moving pictures of them both, smiling, hugging and kissing.
'Wow!' was all Harry could say.
Vesta walked in front of Harry. 'Harry Potter, I love you more than anything in the world. I would die for you and I know you would do the same for me, marry me and if you don't, I promise to do something rash!'
'Yes.' And with that Vesta flung her arms around him and smiled. Harry smiled back.
'One more surprise, I'm pregnant.' Harry was more than bloody shocked. But when he came to his senses he picked up the pretty red head and whirled her around, kissing her stomach, while she screamed and giggled.
'I love you.'
Harry walked down the hallway of their little old shake. It was the day he was getting married and he was terrified.
He reached the room where Vesta was getting ready. 'Finished?' he called.
'Nearly.' 5 minutes Vesta came out. She looked beautiful in long robes of white and her dark red hair pulled back in a tight bun at the back with blue and red sparkles through her hair; the same colour as her eyes.
'Beautiful,' said Harry in awe.
'And don't think I look like this just for you Mister. I'm like this for all of my adoring fans. Don't give me that look. Just 'cause you're the ever popular Harry Potter, doesn't mean I can't dream.'
'You're an idiot sometimes.'
'Hay! Don't call me that. It's going to be our Honeymoon tonight. well, if you be good.' Harry quickly shut his mouth, holding in the comment he was going to make.
The muggle taxi pulled up the front of the drive and the drove to a little muggle church at the edge of London.
Harry was now shaking. It was the best day of his life. He looked at Vesta, she was glowing and he reached over and kissed her on the cheek before he helped her out the car.
There was no one to watch Vesta go up the aisle, no one to walk her down it, no one but a passer by to witness the marriage and no one to be there when he kissed his new bride; it was these thoughts that led Harry to write to Dumbledore, inform him of what was going on. The first time he realised that he had kept Vesta away from the wizard world long enough.
It was time to go back.
To all those people who think that Vesta is a Mary-sue, I'm really, really sorry. But there's not that many ways to write and think up a new personality; I'm not that smart.
Hope you liked it.
I hate not knowing if this is any good.
Thankyou to everyone reading. - xstargirlx