Day 3
Sunday morning
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Harry whirled around in the dream at hand, blissful and brilliant in its own way.
He was sitting on a bench in a calm, tranquil park next to a little birdbath and a fountain with a statue of a woman pouring water into a basin on the top. Harry looked at his surroundings and sighed happily, he could finally have some peace and quiet. He leaned back on the bench and closed his eyes; just breathing in the cool park air was refreshing his body and soul. Suddenly, there were warm gentle hands on his chest and shoulder, startling him out of he calm reverie. He turned his head and stared into the eyes of his beautiful wife, smiling right at him.
"Hermione," he whispered, "I've missed you so much."
She only looked deep into his emerald eyes and continued to smile. She placed a soft kiss on his chin and left a trail of airy kisses up to his lips where he captured hers with a searing passion. Harry put his arm around her back to bring her as close as possible to him, not wanting to miss one second of what was happening. He continued to kiss her with all of his detained passion; he might have well just inhaled her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and straddled his lap while still on the park bench. Harry smiled inwardly as he anticipated what would happen in the next couple of minutes, even if it did have to happen in the middle of a public park on a moldy wooden bench, Hermione was with him, and that is all that mattered. But the she stopped. He opened his mouth to question her when she slapped him hard across the face.
He stared at her wide-eyed. "Hermione, wha..."
"Why did I ever agree to marry you? You made a terrible husband and a wretched father!" She screamed as she fell to the grass, sobbing and brining her knees to her chin. Hermione curled herself into a ball in the middle of the grass and began to cry hysterically and randomly screaming out, "horrible father! Horrible husband! Horrible lover!"
Harry looked at his wife on the ground, torn and beaten, his heart almost stopped beating with the terrible guilt that he felt. He was killing Hermione! He quickly rushed to her but was stopped by six young girls.
"Stop right there!" Corliss said angrily as she came between Harry and Hermione.
"Corliss, move, your mother is hurt!" Harry said anxiously as he tried to brush her away. A scorching pain shot up through Harry's hand as he touched Corliss' shoulder, which looked only too familiar.
"I don't think so, Harry. You're the reason my mother is dying. You were a lousy father and we all hate you, so just DIE!" With that, Corliss pushed Harry and he began to spin backwards into darkness. He continued to fall for eternity, tears streaking his face and flying with him. He finally hit a surface, a springy, uncomfortable bed in a tiny room with shelves and cleaning supplies all around. He knew where he was, back in his old cupboard. Suddenly, the room began to shake violently and a booming voice rang throughout the insignificant space.
"Wake up Potter, we're going to the zoo!"
Harry shot up.
"Well, it's about bloody time, Mab and I were starting to think that you were dead."
Harry looked at his surroundings, his white walls with red and gold drapes framing the windows, the large cherry wood wardrobe sitting peacefully in the corner, red haired, tall, muscular Weasley standing next to him with a terribly amused expression and little Mabel jumping up and down next to him on the bed.
"Morning Daddy, Uncle Ronnie came in to visit!" She said excitedly as she continued to messily eat a chocolate frog, smearing it all over her face.
Harry looked at her and then back at Ron, wiping the sweat from his brown and then relaxing just a bit.
"What's the matter, mate? Had a bad dream?" Ron asked, with a hint of concern evident in his voice.
"No Ron, it isn't one of those dreams, just a normal bad dream." Harry sighed as he leaned against his headboard. Ron's grin returned to his face as he folded his arms across his chest.
"Well then, now that we are sure that Daddy isn't having a sudden attack of ESP, then I think that we should give him the good news, what do you say Mab?"
Mabel nodded her head as she continues to lick the melted chocolate off her hands.
"Harry, we are going to the zoo, I thought that it would be nice if we could take the girls out!"
"That would be alright, Ron, but I don't think that I feel well enough to go out." Harry said as he put his hand on his forehead, just the dull thud of a migraine, not a relic from a burning scar.
"Alright then, suit yourself." Ron said as he shrugged off.
"I know why you're doing this." Harry said slyly.
"To spend time with my favorite nieces, of course!"
"No, you want to go pick up girls again. Did Cynthia break it off this weekend?"
"Shut up."
Ron stalked out of the room and back down the stairs.
"Daddy, I want you to come!" Mab said sadly as she plopped herself on Harry's lap.
"Sorry, Mab, Daddy doesn't feel very well. Are Corliss' friends still here?"
She nodded her head.
Harry groaned as he picked her up and swung her around the room. "You go have fun with Uncle Ron, today. And make sure that he doesn't pull the 'Happy Daddy' routine again. Remember what happened last time?"
Mabel began to giggle as she remembered her uncle Ron buying her stuffed animal after stuffed animal just to show a pretty witch that he was a loving father type person.
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Harry walked down the stairs in his bathrobe with Mabel in his arms and into the hoard of girls walking around the kitchen. Ron was pushing his way through the masses, which was easy since he was well over two feet taller than each of them, and trying to pry himself towards Harry.
"Oi, next time tell me before you decide to invite over half of the teen population in England." Ron complained as he finally pushed aside one more.
"Wasn't my idea, I found them last night." Harry shrugged as he moved past him so he could attempt to make it to the kitchen. It was near impossible.
"Please... excuse me... pardon me...sorry... ouch... sorry about your foot! Please dear, move aside..." Harry was coming closer to the stove he decided that the table was the furthest that he could go.
"Morning, Mr. Potter!" Came various greetings from random girls.
Harry was smiling and saying 'hello' to the ones that passed him when he saw Naresha come down the stairs.
"Move." She stated plainly. Instantly, a narrow path from where she stood to the refrigerator parted and she walked through calmly. Harry and Ron gaped at her, open mouthed and wide-eyed. She took what she needed and left, the path quickly vanishing. Ron looked back at Naresha then at Harry.
"Wonder where she got that skill from." He said as he continued to try and push his way to the table.
"Where do you think, Ron? I could never do anything like that even if I had all the power in the wizarding world."
"Hermione." They both said in unison.
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Ron had the last bunch of girls touching the old bed mattress and looked behind him to stare at Harry.
"You sure you don't want to come?" He asked once again.
"No, you have fun with the girls, I'll stay here." Harry replied.
"Alright. You're missing out. They got a new Python, just thought you'd like to know. The zoo is getting awfully frustrated with their snakes escaping all the time." Ron said, giving Harry a knowing eye.
He just rolled his eyes and pushed Ron on the shoulder.
"Just make sure that you are home by six. Hermione should be home a little after that, and I'm sure the girls would love to see her back home once again." He said.
Ron nodded and touched a piece of the rotting fabric, "See you then." And with that, they disappeared, on their way to the zoo.
Harry closed his eyes and turned around, finally alone in the house. He trudged up the stairs and to his room when he heard the floor boards above him creak. Who was home?
He walked up the stairs to the third floor and went around the halls, following the direction of the noise, then stopped in front of the last door in the hall. Naresha's door.
Harry knocked and waited for a reply. He heard the noise stop and then continue, moving slowly to the door. "Who is it?" Came the voice from inside.
"Naresha, it's me. I was wondering if we could talk."
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This chapter was for KT-Beth. OF COURSE I read my reviews, so make them good! That was just a little H/H that you were begging for. I ALWAYS try to make my reviewers happy!
~Biride
Sunday morning
~
Harry whirled around in the dream at hand, blissful and brilliant in its own way.
He was sitting on a bench in a calm, tranquil park next to a little birdbath and a fountain with a statue of a woman pouring water into a basin on the top. Harry looked at his surroundings and sighed happily, he could finally have some peace and quiet. He leaned back on the bench and closed his eyes; just breathing in the cool park air was refreshing his body and soul. Suddenly, there were warm gentle hands on his chest and shoulder, startling him out of he calm reverie. He turned his head and stared into the eyes of his beautiful wife, smiling right at him.
"Hermione," he whispered, "I've missed you so much."
She only looked deep into his emerald eyes and continued to smile. She placed a soft kiss on his chin and left a trail of airy kisses up to his lips where he captured hers with a searing passion. Harry put his arm around her back to bring her as close as possible to him, not wanting to miss one second of what was happening. He continued to kiss her with all of his detained passion; he might have well just inhaled her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and straddled his lap while still on the park bench. Harry smiled inwardly as he anticipated what would happen in the next couple of minutes, even if it did have to happen in the middle of a public park on a moldy wooden bench, Hermione was with him, and that is all that mattered. But the she stopped. He opened his mouth to question her when she slapped him hard across the face.
He stared at her wide-eyed. "Hermione, wha..."
"Why did I ever agree to marry you? You made a terrible husband and a wretched father!" She screamed as she fell to the grass, sobbing and brining her knees to her chin. Hermione curled herself into a ball in the middle of the grass and began to cry hysterically and randomly screaming out, "horrible father! Horrible husband! Horrible lover!"
Harry looked at his wife on the ground, torn and beaten, his heart almost stopped beating with the terrible guilt that he felt. He was killing Hermione! He quickly rushed to her but was stopped by six young girls.
"Stop right there!" Corliss said angrily as she came between Harry and Hermione.
"Corliss, move, your mother is hurt!" Harry said anxiously as he tried to brush her away. A scorching pain shot up through Harry's hand as he touched Corliss' shoulder, which looked only too familiar.
"I don't think so, Harry. You're the reason my mother is dying. You were a lousy father and we all hate you, so just DIE!" With that, Corliss pushed Harry and he began to spin backwards into darkness. He continued to fall for eternity, tears streaking his face and flying with him. He finally hit a surface, a springy, uncomfortable bed in a tiny room with shelves and cleaning supplies all around. He knew where he was, back in his old cupboard. Suddenly, the room began to shake violently and a booming voice rang throughout the insignificant space.
"Wake up Potter, we're going to the zoo!"
Harry shot up.
"Well, it's about bloody time, Mab and I were starting to think that you were dead."
Harry looked at his surroundings, his white walls with red and gold drapes framing the windows, the large cherry wood wardrobe sitting peacefully in the corner, red haired, tall, muscular Weasley standing next to him with a terribly amused expression and little Mabel jumping up and down next to him on the bed.
"Morning Daddy, Uncle Ronnie came in to visit!" She said excitedly as she continued to messily eat a chocolate frog, smearing it all over her face.
Harry looked at her and then back at Ron, wiping the sweat from his brown and then relaxing just a bit.
"What's the matter, mate? Had a bad dream?" Ron asked, with a hint of concern evident in his voice.
"No Ron, it isn't one of those dreams, just a normal bad dream." Harry sighed as he leaned against his headboard. Ron's grin returned to his face as he folded his arms across his chest.
"Well then, now that we are sure that Daddy isn't having a sudden attack of ESP, then I think that we should give him the good news, what do you say Mab?"
Mabel nodded her head as she continues to lick the melted chocolate off her hands.
"Harry, we are going to the zoo, I thought that it would be nice if we could take the girls out!"
"That would be alright, Ron, but I don't think that I feel well enough to go out." Harry said as he put his hand on his forehead, just the dull thud of a migraine, not a relic from a burning scar.
"Alright then, suit yourself." Ron said as he shrugged off.
"I know why you're doing this." Harry said slyly.
"To spend time with my favorite nieces, of course!"
"No, you want to go pick up girls again. Did Cynthia break it off this weekend?"
"Shut up."
Ron stalked out of the room and back down the stairs.
"Daddy, I want you to come!" Mab said sadly as she plopped herself on Harry's lap.
"Sorry, Mab, Daddy doesn't feel very well. Are Corliss' friends still here?"
She nodded her head.
Harry groaned as he picked her up and swung her around the room. "You go have fun with Uncle Ron, today. And make sure that he doesn't pull the 'Happy Daddy' routine again. Remember what happened last time?"
Mabel began to giggle as she remembered her uncle Ron buying her stuffed animal after stuffed animal just to show a pretty witch that he was a loving father type person.
~^~^~^~^~
Harry walked down the stairs in his bathrobe with Mabel in his arms and into the hoard of girls walking around the kitchen. Ron was pushing his way through the masses, which was easy since he was well over two feet taller than each of them, and trying to pry himself towards Harry.
"Oi, next time tell me before you decide to invite over half of the teen population in England." Ron complained as he finally pushed aside one more.
"Wasn't my idea, I found them last night." Harry shrugged as he moved past him so he could attempt to make it to the kitchen. It was near impossible.
"Please... excuse me... pardon me...sorry... ouch... sorry about your foot! Please dear, move aside..." Harry was coming closer to the stove he decided that the table was the furthest that he could go.
"Morning, Mr. Potter!" Came various greetings from random girls.
Harry was smiling and saying 'hello' to the ones that passed him when he saw Naresha come down the stairs.
"Move." She stated plainly. Instantly, a narrow path from where she stood to the refrigerator parted and she walked through calmly. Harry and Ron gaped at her, open mouthed and wide-eyed. She took what she needed and left, the path quickly vanishing. Ron looked back at Naresha then at Harry.
"Wonder where she got that skill from." He said as he continued to try and push his way to the table.
"Where do you think, Ron? I could never do anything like that even if I had all the power in the wizarding world."
"Hermione." They both said in unison.
~^~^~^~^~^~
Ron had the last bunch of girls touching the old bed mattress and looked behind him to stare at Harry.
"You sure you don't want to come?" He asked once again.
"No, you have fun with the girls, I'll stay here." Harry replied.
"Alright. You're missing out. They got a new Python, just thought you'd like to know. The zoo is getting awfully frustrated with their snakes escaping all the time." Ron said, giving Harry a knowing eye.
He just rolled his eyes and pushed Ron on the shoulder.
"Just make sure that you are home by six. Hermione should be home a little after that, and I'm sure the girls would love to see her back home once again." He said.
Ron nodded and touched a piece of the rotting fabric, "See you then." And with that, they disappeared, on their way to the zoo.
Harry closed his eyes and turned around, finally alone in the house. He trudged up the stairs and to his room when he heard the floor boards above him creak. Who was home?
He walked up the stairs to the third floor and went around the halls, following the direction of the noise, then stopped in front of the last door in the hall. Naresha's door.
Harry knocked and waited for a reply. He heard the noise stop and then continue, moving slowly to the door. "Who is it?" Came the voice from inside.
"Naresha, it's me. I was wondering if we could talk."
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This chapter was for KT-Beth. OF COURSE I read my reviews, so make them good! That was just a little H/H that you were begging for. I ALWAYS try to make my reviewers happy!
~Biride