Harry Potter and the Locket of Trinity: Chapter Five
"A Love 'Triangle'."
A/N: WHEEEE, reviews are fun, reviews are fun, reviews are funfunfunfunfun!!! Thanx bundles to crazy anonymous Kelly reviewer, making a whopping TWO reviews! Yay. Rah. Whoop. Eee.
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After two long hours, Harry finally got his letter to Jacie just so. Not exactly breaking up with her, but cool and impersonal enough for her to get the hint that they weren't an item.
Dear Jacie,
School is going fine so far, though the whole work part isn't. I'm settled in alright, and even though I left half my things at the Dursley's I doubt they'll send them to me. Typical, huh?
I hope everything is going well at Stonewall for you.
Harry
He was very careful not to use the words 'love' or 'miss' lest she get the wrong ideas in her head. The letter was boring, platonic, exactly the way he wanted it.
Harry explained everything quite well to Hedwig, telling her to fly to the nearest muggle town and drop the stamped and addressed letter in a postbox. Looking quite indignant at not having the privilege of delivering the letter herself, the snowy owl nipped Harry's ear a little harder than usual and flew out the open window.
It hurt Harry so much to possibly hurt Jacie like that. She was the only one that was ever nice to him while he was still nothing special, just Dudley's younger cousin. Warm memories floated back to him of a tiny little blonde girl in a large purple corduroy dress and neon green windbreaker pants, with giant turquoise socks rolled up over the pants. She had always been so. weird, but in a pleasant way. The only friend Harry ever had.
It wasn't too late now, to call Hedwig back and write another letter to Jacie, about how he loved her theories, and loved her quirky sense of style, and loved her, but he didn't. He just watched the bird fly on, over the horizon, across the sea of trees over the forbidden forest, and finally disappearing.
Why he did it, he didn't know. But Trinny was here, now, and in some small way Harry hoped that letter would help him sort out his feelings for the two girls. Alas, it just made him more confused and angry.
"Good Grief, it's just a freaking letter!" Harry exclaimed, before getting up and walking down into the common room.
"What's eating you?" Trinny greeted Harry when he plopped down dejectedly on a crimson pouf.
"Nothing." he answered. She saw right through it.
"You wanna play a game of wizard's chess, Harry? I don't know how, you could teach me." Trinny offered brightly, hoping it would chase away his sorrows.
Grumbling, though not upset, Harry went upstairs to his dorm and dug around in his trunk for his wizard's chess set. A female voice from behind him made him jump. "So this is what it looks like, huh?"
"Jeez Trinny, you scared the pants off of me!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head where it had whacked on the lid of his trunk.
"I wish. No, I just thought I'd accompany you. What, do you not want me to be up here?" replied Trinny.
"Erm, no, it's just that this is, well, the boy's dormitories. Girls aren't supposed to be in here!"
"Oh, is that all? Pshaw, it's no big deal. Besides the dirty knickers on the floor there." Embarrassed, Harry shoved Seamus's plaid boxers under his bunk, as opposed to the center of the floor.
"I found the chess set, here, let's go downstairs." Harry muttered, replacing things back in his trunk one by one.
"No wait, what's this?" Trinny asked, stooping down by Harry's side and picking up the family album Hagrid gave him for Christmas.
"Just my family album, its. sure, you can look at it, go ahead, help yourself." Harry answered as Trinny opened it up without consent.
"Your mother's very beautiful. You got her eyes." Trinny remarked, looking through the pages. Harry tensed up when she stumbled across a picture of Sirius and leaned in to look at it closer.
'Please, please don't let her recognize him as a convict.' Harry prayed.
"Your father is such a goofball. like you." Trinny said, pointing to James Potter in the background making bunny ears on Sirius' head.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry relaxed a bit and bent over Trinny's shoulder to look through the pictures with her.
When she reached his baby pictures, she stopped and cooed over how cute he was. "Aww! Look at that mass of unruly hair. You haven't changed a bit." said Trinny, then she looked back up at the much older Harry and ruffled his hair. Parting the curly wisps, she laid eyes on the lightning bolt scar darting across his forehead. Gently Trinny reached out and ran her finger over it, and suddenly a flash of pain raced across Harry's mind.
"OW!" he exclaimed, foreign pictures blinking in his mind. An infant girl, with clear blue eyes, cradled by two loving parents. oh, Voldemort's horrible face, younger than the last time Harry had seen it, imposing menacingly over the parents. their daughter falling, falling. her parent's being wiped away by a flash of emerald light. falling.
A thin voice was calling him through the mist. "Harry, Harry wake up! What's wrong, oh God Harry wake up!" it called.
A golden, shimmering triangle appeared in his mind, spinning, first slowly, then increasing speed. The sound of a crying baby grew louder as the spinning got faster, before fading along with the vision.
Harry was once again back in the dormitory, Trinny shaking him by the shoulders, tears streaming down her face. "Please wake up Harry, don't do this, please, oh no, what have I done!!" she shrieked.
"I'm okay, I'm okay." Harry murmured, and Trinny immediately drew him up into a hug.
"You scared me so bad, what happened?" she whispered softly in his ear.
"I-I don't know. I saw something. A baby, with blue eyes, oh the eyes." Everything was swirling in Harry's head, mixed up in his thoughts. Trinny pulled away and looked at Harry, her own blue eyes leaking down her face. So much like the child's.
"It was you." Harry whispered.
Trinny cupped her hand to her mouth, her breath coming in short gasps.
"You - the infant was you! Your parents, Voldemort killed them." continued Harry. At the mention of the name of the Dark Lord, Trinny fell backwards and stood up clumsily. She stared at him for a second, shaking her head, then raced out the door.
It was so shocking to Harry, it took him a few minutes to process it all. His scar was still throbbing, but it was nothing compared to the confusion in his head. Finally processing things enough to stand, Harry got up and followed Trinny's footsteps out the door.
He turned down the corridor towards the fifth year girls dormitories, and after taking a deep breath, pushed the door open.
Hermione was changing out of her robes, and the poor girl stuck both legs in one leg hole when Harry burst into the room. "HARRY?!" she screamed, pulling the pants up around her waist even though they were on wrong.
Promptly Harry turned around and, red-faced, ran away. He heard the supposed 'kerflump' of Hermione falling onto the floor, but kept going. He took the stairs three at a time, hoping to catch Trinny before she got away.
The scene in the common room was chaotic. Neville Longbottom was lying on the floor, people crowding around him and wondering what had happened, such as Harry.
"Trinity ran by here, knocked me over. I'm okay, somebody go check on her. she was crying." Neville explained. Harry looked over the crowd's heads (it was quite easy, as he was very tall), and saw the open door of the portrait hole swinging on its hinges.
Harry sprang up and, instead of following after her, went back up to his dorm. It was time for the aide of the Marauder's Map. He really hadn't meant to hurt the girl, but it had been so shocking. No doubt about it, that child had to be a young Trinity, it looked so like her. did that mean her parents really were killed by Voldemort? It made sense, her terror at the permission slip, being raised by her aunt, but why had she hidden it? And, while these things were interrogating Harry's brain, another question was added to the list: why had the visions of baby Trinny appeared to Harry? Did it have something to do with his scar, it was twice now that she had hurt it. This was just too weird.
Flinging the items out of his trunk with reckless abandon, Harry finally reached the tattered piece of parchment at the very bottom. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." he stated, the formerly dull paper now being crisscrossed with the snakelike lines forming a perfect map of the school. Little dots were making their way all over Hogwarts, Argus Filch staking out the library, Albus Dumbledore sitting in his office, and Severus Snape brewing God-knows-what in the dungeons. But there was no Trinity McGundron- Philips to be seen. Nowhere on the map was the little labeled dot, not fleeing towards the Forbidden Forest, not pacing in the girl's bathrooms, not raiding the kitchen for comfort food. Trinny had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth.
"Harry?" a female voice inquired. Harry whipped around, both startled and praying that it was Trinny. But it wasn't. Hermione was standing in the doorway. "May I come in?" she asked politely.
"Yeah." Harry consented, wiping the map clean and tossing it on his bunk for later inspection.
"I figured since you burst into the girls dorms without so much as a knock, you wouldn't mind if I came into yours." commented Hermione, sitting on Harry's bunk next to him.
"Sorry bout that, 'Mione. I was looking for Trinny." Harry trailed off. Did he really want to explain everything to Hermione?
"It's fine," she dismissed it. "You and her have really hit it off, huh Harry?"
Harry blushed. "Well, yeah, I guess so, I mean, she's a really nice girl."
"You like her, don't you?"
"Oh, more than that. I'm smitten." Hermione's new casual attitude was making Harry relax around her, to trust her with his crush.
"That's sweet, you and her! Aww. you talk with her much?"
"You could say that. Why?"
"I was just wondering if you knew about her parents, that's all."
Harry immediately went into defense mode. "Why does that concern you?"
"Sorry I asked, Papa Bear. It's just, well. she has nightmares. Parvati and Lavender don't hear her, since they're all the way across the room, but she's my bunkmate and all that tossing and turning wakes me up. A few nights ago, she began muttering 'I never knew them. I never knew them.' and then woke up screaming 'DON'T LEAVE ME, MAMA!' I thought you might know the significance of it."
Harry rolled this new information around, adding it up. She had to've been rather young when they died, did Trinny really remember them? Harry hardly recalled his own, he could relate. "I - I had a vision. About Trinny, and her parents."
"What did you see?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"Just a jumble of pictures, lemme think. I saw Trinny as a baby, cradled by her parents. Then the parents were killed by Vol - I mean, You-Know-Who, and she fell, and just kept falling. I heard her crying, and then, now this is the weird part: a golden triangle appeared and started spinning, faster and faster, until it faded and I woke up."
"That's strange. how long's it been since you last had a vision?"
"Just the TriWizard Tournament, that's all. But you see, it happened only when she touched my scar."
Hermione thought for a moment, then reached out and stroked Harry's scar. "Nope, nothing." Harry answered.
"But then again, I don't have the most exciting past. maybe you and her are connected through You-Know-Who or something."
"Maybe." agreed Harry. Somehow it seemed appealing to be connected in any way with Trinny, despite the pain.
After a long pause, Hermione finally spoke. "Promise you won't tell anyone about my red lace knickers?" she asked lightly.
"Boy, would Ron get a kick out of that!" Harry laughed.
"Yeah he would. don't think he'd ever want to hear anything 'bout me though, most of all my knickers. Unless, of course, it was something embarrassing to me." declared Hermione aloud, somewhat sadly.
"I'm sure Ron would be fascinated by your knickers, Hermione. Positively captivated."
"Really? You're not just saying that?"
"Cross my heart." Harry promised.
Hermione smiled broadly at this, and looked hopeful. "Well, thanks a lot Har, but I've gotta run. I'll let you know if I see Trinny."
"Thanks. Hey, 'Mione, could you try talking to her for me? I think I scared her off."
"Harry, you couldn't scare that girl off even if you tried." Hermione replied knowingly with a wink, then trounced out of the room.
With the girl gone, Harry could get back to consulting the Map. Instead of displaying it again, however, he decided to talk to it, remembering how each of the creators Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs insulted Snape in turn after he spoke to it. "Can the Marauder's Map be fooled?" he asked aloud.
Mr. Moony declares that even powerful magic can't interfere with mischief. The Headmaster is a prime example of that.
Mr. Wormtail says that only a great fool could fool a fool's foolery.
Mr. Padfoot asks why anyone would ever want to?
Mr. Prongs replies that a great wizard could indeed deceive the Marauder's Map, but it takes an even greater wizard to deceive a Marauder himself.
Harry cringed at reading Peter Pettigrew's words, knowing that they were 'spoken' by the same mouth that ratted out his parents. But his father's words spoke most of all. Sure, none of the answers were straight out, but three of his mentors had written them: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and his own father James Potter.
"I love you, Prongs." Harry whispered, ache and longing filling his heart.
Mr. Moony advises you to take a number.
Mr. Wormtail welcomes you to the club.
Again, Mr. Padfoot asks why anyone would ever want to?
Mr. Prongs measures around his head and realizes that it has inflated!
He knew it wasn't going to get the "I love you too, son" answer that he wanted, but it was nice anyhow hearing words his father would have spoken had he been given the chance.
"Goodnight." Harry muttered to the paper, and tucked it back into his trunk before falling fast asleep.
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A/N: Hmm. berry, berry interesting. pweese predict whatcha thinks going on here in a REVIEW!! Oooh, ahhh, nice word. say it with me: re-view! What a nice word, how it rolls off the tongue, off the fingers, off the clickity mouse that pushes the tiny button on the bottom of the screen. How delightful indeed!
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com
"A Love 'Triangle'."
A/N: WHEEEE, reviews are fun, reviews are fun, reviews are funfunfunfunfun!!! Thanx bundles to crazy anonymous Kelly reviewer, making a whopping TWO reviews! Yay. Rah. Whoop. Eee.
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After two long hours, Harry finally got his letter to Jacie just so. Not exactly breaking up with her, but cool and impersonal enough for her to get the hint that they weren't an item.
Dear Jacie,
School is going fine so far, though the whole work part isn't. I'm settled in alright, and even though I left half my things at the Dursley's I doubt they'll send them to me. Typical, huh?
I hope everything is going well at Stonewall for you.
Harry
He was very careful not to use the words 'love' or 'miss' lest she get the wrong ideas in her head. The letter was boring, platonic, exactly the way he wanted it.
Harry explained everything quite well to Hedwig, telling her to fly to the nearest muggle town and drop the stamped and addressed letter in a postbox. Looking quite indignant at not having the privilege of delivering the letter herself, the snowy owl nipped Harry's ear a little harder than usual and flew out the open window.
It hurt Harry so much to possibly hurt Jacie like that. She was the only one that was ever nice to him while he was still nothing special, just Dudley's younger cousin. Warm memories floated back to him of a tiny little blonde girl in a large purple corduroy dress and neon green windbreaker pants, with giant turquoise socks rolled up over the pants. She had always been so. weird, but in a pleasant way. The only friend Harry ever had.
It wasn't too late now, to call Hedwig back and write another letter to Jacie, about how he loved her theories, and loved her quirky sense of style, and loved her, but he didn't. He just watched the bird fly on, over the horizon, across the sea of trees over the forbidden forest, and finally disappearing.
Why he did it, he didn't know. But Trinny was here, now, and in some small way Harry hoped that letter would help him sort out his feelings for the two girls. Alas, it just made him more confused and angry.
"Good Grief, it's just a freaking letter!" Harry exclaimed, before getting up and walking down into the common room.
"What's eating you?" Trinny greeted Harry when he plopped down dejectedly on a crimson pouf.
"Nothing." he answered. She saw right through it.
"You wanna play a game of wizard's chess, Harry? I don't know how, you could teach me." Trinny offered brightly, hoping it would chase away his sorrows.
Grumbling, though not upset, Harry went upstairs to his dorm and dug around in his trunk for his wizard's chess set. A female voice from behind him made him jump. "So this is what it looks like, huh?"
"Jeez Trinny, you scared the pants off of me!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head where it had whacked on the lid of his trunk.
"I wish. No, I just thought I'd accompany you. What, do you not want me to be up here?" replied Trinny.
"Erm, no, it's just that this is, well, the boy's dormitories. Girls aren't supposed to be in here!"
"Oh, is that all? Pshaw, it's no big deal. Besides the dirty knickers on the floor there." Embarrassed, Harry shoved Seamus's plaid boxers under his bunk, as opposed to the center of the floor.
"I found the chess set, here, let's go downstairs." Harry muttered, replacing things back in his trunk one by one.
"No wait, what's this?" Trinny asked, stooping down by Harry's side and picking up the family album Hagrid gave him for Christmas.
"Just my family album, its. sure, you can look at it, go ahead, help yourself." Harry answered as Trinny opened it up without consent.
"Your mother's very beautiful. You got her eyes." Trinny remarked, looking through the pages. Harry tensed up when she stumbled across a picture of Sirius and leaned in to look at it closer.
'Please, please don't let her recognize him as a convict.' Harry prayed.
"Your father is such a goofball. like you." Trinny said, pointing to James Potter in the background making bunny ears on Sirius' head.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry relaxed a bit and bent over Trinny's shoulder to look through the pictures with her.
When she reached his baby pictures, she stopped and cooed over how cute he was. "Aww! Look at that mass of unruly hair. You haven't changed a bit." said Trinny, then she looked back up at the much older Harry and ruffled his hair. Parting the curly wisps, she laid eyes on the lightning bolt scar darting across his forehead. Gently Trinny reached out and ran her finger over it, and suddenly a flash of pain raced across Harry's mind.
"OW!" he exclaimed, foreign pictures blinking in his mind. An infant girl, with clear blue eyes, cradled by two loving parents. oh, Voldemort's horrible face, younger than the last time Harry had seen it, imposing menacingly over the parents. their daughter falling, falling. her parent's being wiped away by a flash of emerald light. falling.
A thin voice was calling him through the mist. "Harry, Harry wake up! What's wrong, oh God Harry wake up!" it called.
A golden, shimmering triangle appeared in his mind, spinning, first slowly, then increasing speed. The sound of a crying baby grew louder as the spinning got faster, before fading along with the vision.
Harry was once again back in the dormitory, Trinny shaking him by the shoulders, tears streaming down her face. "Please wake up Harry, don't do this, please, oh no, what have I done!!" she shrieked.
"I'm okay, I'm okay." Harry murmured, and Trinny immediately drew him up into a hug.
"You scared me so bad, what happened?" she whispered softly in his ear.
"I-I don't know. I saw something. A baby, with blue eyes, oh the eyes." Everything was swirling in Harry's head, mixed up in his thoughts. Trinny pulled away and looked at Harry, her own blue eyes leaking down her face. So much like the child's.
"It was you." Harry whispered.
Trinny cupped her hand to her mouth, her breath coming in short gasps.
"You - the infant was you! Your parents, Voldemort killed them." continued Harry. At the mention of the name of the Dark Lord, Trinny fell backwards and stood up clumsily. She stared at him for a second, shaking her head, then raced out the door.
It was so shocking to Harry, it took him a few minutes to process it all. His scar was still throbbing, but it was nothing compared to the confusion in his head. Finally processing things enough to stand, Harry got up and followed Trinny's footsteps out the door.
He turned down the corridor towards the fifth year girls dormitories, and after taking a deep breath, pushed the door open.
Hermione was changing out of her robes, and the poor girl stuck both legs in one leg hole when Harry burst into the room. "HARRY?!" she screamed, pulling the pants up around her waist even though they were on wrong.
Promptly Harry turned around and, red-faced, ran away. He heard the supposed 'kerflump' of Hermione falling onto the floor, but kept going. He took the stairs three at a time, hoping to catch Trinny before she got away.
The scene in the common room was chaotic. Neville Longbottom was lying on the floor, people crowding around him and wondering what had happened, such as Harry.
"Trinity ran by here, knocked me over. I'm okay, somebody go check on her. she was crying." Neville explained. Harry looked over the crowd's heads (it was quite easy, as he was very tall), and saw the open door of the portrait hole swinging on its hinges.
Harry sprang up and, instead of following after her, went back up to his dorm. It was time for the aide of the Marauder's Map. He really hadn't meant to hurt the girl, but it had been so shocking. No doubt about it, that child had to be a young Trinity, it looked so like her. did that mean her parents really were killed by Voldemort? It made sense, her terror at the permission slip, being raised by her aunt, but why had she hidden it? And, while these things were interrogating Harry's brain, another question was added to the list: why had the visions of baby Trinny appeared to Harry? Did it have something to do with his scar, it was twice now that she had hurt it. This was just too weird.
Flinging the items out of his trunk with reckless abandon, Harry finally reached the tattered piece of parchment at the very bottom. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." he stated, the formerly dull paper now being crisscrossed with the snakelike lines forming a perfect map of the school. Little dots were making their way all over Hogwarts, Argus Filch staking out the library, Albus Dumbledore sitting in his office, and Severus Snape brewing God-knows-what in the dungeons. But there was no Trinity McGundron- Philips to be seen. Nowhere on the map was the little labeled dot, not fleeing towards the Forbidden Forest, not pacing in the girl's bathrooms, not raiding the kitchen for comfort food. Trinny had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth.
"Harry?" a female voice inquired. Harry whipped around, both startled and praying that it was Trinny. But it wasn't. Hermione was standing in the doorway. "May I come in?" she asked politely.
"Yeah." Harry consented, wiping the map clean and tossing it on his bunk for later inspection.
"I figured since you burst into the girls dorms without so much as a knock, you wouldn't mind if I came into yours." commented Hermione, sitting on Harry's bunk next to him.
"Sorry bout that, 'Mione. I was looking for Trinny." Harry trailed off. Did he really want to explain everything to Hermione?
"It's fine," she dismissed it. "You and her have really hit it off, huh Harry?"
Harry blushed. "Well, yeah, I guess so, I mean, she's a really nice girl."
"You like her, don't you?"
"Oh, more than that. I'm smitten." Hermione's new casual attitude was making Harry relax around her, to trust her with his crush.
"That's sweet, you and her! Aww. you talk with her much?"
"You could say that. Why?"
"I was just wondering if you knew about her parents, that's all."
Harry immediately went into defense mode. "Why does that concern you?"
"Sorry I asked, Papa Bear. It's just, well. she has nightmares. Parvati and Lavender don't hear her, since they're all the way across the room, but she's my bunkmate and all that tossing and turning wakes me up. A few nights ago, she began muttering 'I never knew them. I never knew them.' and then woke up screaming 'DON'T LEAVE ME, MAMA!' I thought you might know the significance of it."
Harry rolled this new information around, adding it up. She had to've been rather young when they died, did Trinny really remember them? Harry hardly recalled his own, he could relate. "I - I had a vision. About Trinny, and her parents."
"What did you see?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"Just a jumble of pictures, lemme think. I saw Trinny as a baby, cradled by her parents. Then the parents were killed by Vol - I mean, You-Know-Who, and she fell, and just kept falling. I heard her crying, and then, now this is the weird part: a golden triangle appeared and started spinning, faster and faster, until it faded and I woke up."
"That's strange. how long's it been since you last had a vision?"
"Just the TriWizard Tournament, that's all. But you see, it happened only when she touched my scar."
Hermione thought for a moment, then reached out and stroked Harry's scar. "Nope, nothing." Harry answered.
"But then again, I don't have the most exciting past. maybe you and her are connected through You-Know-Who or something."
"Maybe." agreed Harry. Somehow it seemed appealing to be connected in any way with Trinny, despite the pain.
After a long pause, Hermione finally spoke. "Promise you won't tell anyone about my red lace knickers?" she asked lightly.
"Boy, would Ron get a kick out of that!" Harry laughed.
"Yeah he would. don't think he'd ever want to hear anything 'bout me though, most of all my knickers. Unless, of course, it was something embarrassing to me." declared Hermione aloud, somewhat sadly.
"I'm sure Ron would be fascinated by your knickers, Hermione. Positively captivated."
"Really? You're not just saying that?"
"Cross my heart." Harry promised.
Hermione smiled broadly at this, and looked hopeful. "Well, thanks a lot Har, but I've gotta run. I'll let you know if I see Trinny."
"Thanks. Hey, 'Mione, could you try talking to her for me? I think I scared her off."
"Harry, you couldn't scare that girl off even if you tried." Hermione replied knowingly with a wink, then trounced out of the room.
With the girl gone, Harry could get back to consulting the Map. Instead of displaying it again, however, he decided to talk to it, remembering how each of the creators Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs insulted Snape in turn after he spoke to it. "Can the Marauder's Map be fooled?" he asked aloud.
Mr. Moony declares that even powerful magic can't interfere with mischief. The Headmaster is a prime example of that.
Mr. Wormtail says that only a great fool could fool a fool's foolery.
Mr. Padfoot asks why anyone would ever want to?
Mr. Prongs replies that a great wizard could indeed deceive the Marauder's Map, but it takes an even greater wizard to deceive a Marauder himself.
Harry cringed at reading Peter Pettigrew's words, knowing that they were 'spoken' by the same mouth that ratted out his parents. But his father's words spoke most of all. Sure, none of the answers were straight out, but three of his mentors had written them: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and his own father James Potter.
"I love you, Prongs." Harry whispered, ache and longing filling his heart.
Mr. Moony advises you to take a number.
Mr. Wormtail welcomes you to the club.
Again, Mr. Padfoot asks why anyone would ever want to?
Mr. Prongs measures around his head and realizes that it has inflated!
He knew it wasn't going to get the "I love you too, son" answer that he wanted, but it was nice anyhow hearing words his father would have spoken had he been given the chance.
"Goodnight." Harry muttered to the paper, and tucked it back into his trunk before falling fast asleep.
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A/N: Hmm. berry, berry interesting. pweese predict whatcha thinks going on here in a REVIEW!! Oooh, ahhh, nice word. say it with me: re-view! What a nice word, how it rolls off the tongue, off the fingers, off the clickity mouse that pushes the tiny button on the bottom of the screen. How delightful indeed!
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com