Harry Potter and the Joke that Killed: Chapter Twelve
A/N: Wheee, twelve, twelve, bo-belve, banana-fana-fo-felve, mi-my-mo melve. TWELVE!! Now. Chuck! Chuck, Chuck, bo buck, banana-fana-fo WHOA!! Hehe, lol.
I don't own Harry Potter. My, that is getting redundant, isn't it? But I hope to God my story isn't!
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It was Saturday evening before the Gryffindor quidditch team had come to a decision about their new beater.
"Yolanda's got an amazing arm." Alicia pointed out, pulling for her friend.
"Yeah, but she's slow, and has no sense of placement. No, we need somebody with accuracy. someone like Ron." Angelina recommended.
"Ron?! MY Ron? The little brother?" Fred asked, astounded.
"No, the house elf that's living under my bunk." the team captain replied sarcastically. "Of course your brother! He's really good Fred, admit it. The Wonderful Weasley Twins aren't the only family talents at beating a bludger." But Fred didn't admit it, he just glared at his hands and thought. Angelina didn't push the tender subject, though.
"What about Lars Kazinski?" Harry put in. "He's pretty fast, he's pretty accurate, not gonna knock anyone's socks off but at least the kid's well rounded."
"NO!!" Katie shouted suddenly, cutting off the last syllable of Harry's recommendation.
"Why? Give me one good reason." Harry demanded, shooting the girl an annoyed look. Angelina, Alicia, and her all began to giggle in an unnerving way.
"Katie's got a crush." Alicia sang, before being smothered by the humiliated girl.
"Okay, c'mon people, put all personal feelings aside and tell me, who will do the best for the team?" Harry instructed, and things got pretty silent.
"Ron." Lewis Mabblehauser mumbled in his shy quietness.
"Yeah, Ron. He knows the team strategies well." Katie remarked, raising her head up to look at Lewis.
"And he can fly, really, really well." Alicia added.
"So?" Angelina prompted, nudging their sole Beater. "How do you think George would feel about his little brother filling his place on the team?"
After a deep sigh and some deep thought, Fred finally conceded. "As long as he can get the job done. he's all right. The kid is good. It runs in the family, what can I say?"
Harry's heart was soaring. "Yeesssssss!" he shouted, throwing his fist into the air.
"Whatever happened to 'no personal feelings?'" Katie reprimanded. Harry sat down again and slouched over, still celebrating for his friend.
(^*^)
There was a sign posted in the Common Room announcing Ron's election to the team. People were crowded all around it, and when Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked in after dinner they couldn't manage to get through. Even though Harry absolutely had to spill the good news to Hermione, they had both decided it would be best for Ron to find out on his own.
"Hey, the list is up. You wanna go check it out?" Harry commented casually.
"Nah, I'm whipped. I think I'll just head on up to the dorm and go over the Transfiguration notes before hitting the sack. we've got a test tomorrow, you know." Ron replied.
"Ronald Francis Weasley, would you please just get some self-esteem and go look at the ruddy list!" Hermione commanded, and the common room went silent. Harry knew the penalty she was going to suffer for using the 'F' word, Ron's taboo middle name. But at least this got the poor guy to walk, rather hunched over and sulkily, over to the posting.
After staring at the paper for a second, he finally spoke. Though it was not what anyone expected. "Oh. Hey look, I made it." he stated off- handedly, like it was a simple comment on the weather.
"Uh-huh. isn't that great, Ron? Aren't you happy? Shouldn't you jump into the air and scream 'whoop-de-dee' or something? Not even one tiny 'whoop' out of you, and you've beat out thirty others for a position on the House Quidditch Team?" Hermione exploded, and Ron smiled at her.
"Whoop. De. Dee. Now can I go study for Transfiguration? Unless Professor McGonagall is going to take celebration as a reasonable excuse for failing her test." Ron replied, and with that he whipped around and bounded up the stairs, though Harry noticed with a bit springier step and a withheld grin.
Hermione was fuming; Harry actually thought he could see the billows of smoke coming out of her ears. "Aw, relax, Hermione. He's had it rough, give the guy a break." Harry cooed, watching some of the crimson drain out of her face.
"You go handle it." she muttered through clenched teeth, before stomping off to the hidden snacks cupboard to have a stress-relieving chocolate.
At the top of the stairs, Harry paused for a moment and knocked. "Ron?" Harry called, poking his head into the dormitory.
"AAAAARGH!!!!! I DID IT! HARRY, I DID IT!" Ron bellowed, and Harry noticed that his friend was standing on top of his bed, which looked suspiciously like it had been jumped on.
"Yeah, you kinda did." Harry answered him.
"I'm on the team! I'm on the team, for once it's me! MEEEEE!!"
"What just happened out there? You looked like you could care less, and now you're. erm, not."
"You think I was going to jump for joy in front of everyone, and humiliate the other people who tried out? Besides, I don't think I could quite do this out there." Ron answered, taking a few more hops on the bed.
Harry smiled. "Well, congratulations Ron. You deserved it."
"You have my word, I promise not to let you guys down," Ron said earnestly, climbing down from his bed and staring at Harry wide-eyed and meaningfully. "I'll do the best I can to totally annihilate the opposing team, Harry, I swear it. This means so much."
"Good. It better!" Harry replied, and joined his friend in a few more rounds of ecstatic jumping.
(^*^)
That Sunday morning, Madame Pomfrey predicted that George was well enough to come out of the potion-induced slumber he'd been under for so long. However, Ron looked slightly afraid of visiting his brother. "D'you think he'll be disappointed, Harry? Will he resent me or something?" Ron whispered fearfully to his friend on their way over to the hospital wing.
"Of course not." Harry answered, though a shadowy doubt hovered in the back of his mind.
Upon walking into the lemon-scented, white-walled, sunlit room, the family immediately saw that George was sitting up in bed. "Oh, my little boy!" Mrs. Weasley squealed, and rushed over to her son, smothering him with kisses.
"Geroff, Ma." he mumbled weakly, more to save face than really get her to go away. Harry saw George nuzzle into her large bosom with a faint smile.
"How are you feeling?" asked Mr. Weasly, stepping forward and squeezing the redhead's shoulder.
"Okay. Madame Pomfrey told me about my legs, that they were taken by the curse." he whispered softly, his gaze falling on his hands.
"I'm so sorry, George." Ron spoke up, taking a step forward.
"You," the patient said. "I - I don't remember much of that night, but. Ron, you saved me, didn't you? You stopped it, countered it."
Ron didn't respond, just gulped loudly. Harry noticed his eyes glistening a bit. "That's our Ronald." Charlie put in, grinning supportively at his brother.
"Thank you. So much Ron, you have no idea." George stammered, holding out his hand. They shook on it, and Harry knew that the forbidden 'love' word was on their lips. But it didn't need to be said, just understood. And it was, beyond what any word could express.
Then Fred sighed loudly, and the group knew the news about Quidditch was coming. Visibly, the whole room braced itself for what was to come. "George, um. you know the damage that was done was horrible. And since your legs. erm. they can't be replaced perfectly, George." explained Fred hurriedly. The boy's face fell.
"I figured as much." he said, his voice barely detectable. But then his head whipped up again. "What else?" he asked like a brave little soldier.
"Quidditch." his twin stated simply. The remaining color drained from George's face as he understood.
"No. I ca - oh God, no." the redhead breathed, balling his hands into furious fists.
"I'm so sorry, buddy, but at least you're alive. You've at least got that!" Percy chastised. This was clearly not the thing George needed to hear just then.
"That was my future, Perce. My life." said George, glaring at his brother. Percy was about to argue back, but Bill grabbed his arm in restraint.
"There was a spell -" Charlie sputtered.
"What?" George inquired, turning his gaze from Percy to Charlie. "A spell, could it have allowed me to play?"
Mr. Weasley nodded solemnly. "Well, yes, but -"
"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THAT?" he roared.
"Because you might have died! Death, George!" squeaked Ginny forcefully, and this was her equivalent of a slap in the face. Usually she was so meek, just quiet and observant. George stared at her for a long time, her nose bright red from crying, her tear-streaked face.
"That remedy was only successful fifteen percent of the time. Otherwise awful things could happen, infections, still more amputation. death." Mr. Weasley explained.
George thought about it for a long time, the family standing around him expectantly. At last, his eyes came back into focus and he looked at each of them in turn. "Well, thank you then." he said, acceptance and apology mingling together. "I guess you better start searching for a replacement beater, then." he declared lightly.
"We already have." Harry said.
George looked a little put off, but even more intrigued. "Oh really, who?"
Harry glanced back at Ron, who seemed to have shrunk considerably since the beginning of the conversation. "George, promise you wont be mad." Ron pleaded.
"What, who could it be? Don't tell me it's Neville!" George said with a laugh. This got a smile out of everybody.
Tentatively, Ron raised his hand in the air. Still, the former player didn't get it. "Me." Ron mumbled.
George just cocked his head to the side and cupped his hands to his ear. "Come again?"
"ME!!" Ron shouted, and George began to grin.
"No kidding?" he asked, looking at Fred and Harry.
"Yeah, he's really good." replied Harry.
"Must run in the family." Fred answered with a smile.
"Wow," commented George, looking at Ron. "Always knew you had it in you, bro. Congratulations."
And that was the end of it. No jealousy, no obscene phrases. Ron looked incredibly relieved.
"So I guess that's what these thingies are for, huh?" George asked after a short moment of silence, poking his legs lying on the nightstand.
"Yeah, but it's better than you think. See, when you get them clamped on like this," Bill said, leaving his post at Corky's side and approaching his brother. He pulled back the covers and fastened the metal clasps onto George's stump of a knee. "See, you've got movement! Limited movement, mind you, but a great improvement."
George performed a few test wiggles of his big toe, a small, fraction of a twitch, but he looked amazed. "This is too weird. I'm making it move, but it's not. me. Jeez."
"Madame Pomfrey's signed you up for some physical therapy, so you can learn how to operate those. She said you can't run, but walking to and from classes should be no problem." Percy instructed, and Harry saw a devilish grin spread across George's face as if to say, 'Just watch me.'
The boy glanced around again, this time more cheerily, when suddenly he spotted Corky. "Oh, I'm sorry, you must be Bill's wife!" George exclaimed, recognizing her face from the picture.
"Yes, nice to meet you George, I'm Corky Crinkle-Weasley, your sister- in-law I assume." she introduced herself, shaking her new brother-in-law's hand.
And so there they were once again, a complete family. A bit of a peculiar family, but if the Weasley's were normal, things wouldn't be nearly as interesting. Or loving.
(^*^)
George went back to school that Monday, an immediate celebrity. He was very meek about it at first, the sympathetic remarks clearly dredging up unpleasant memories and thoughts. But by the end of the week, he explained every bit excitedly, even showing off his prosthetic legs.
Harry noticed that George was coping very well with the whole Quidditch thing. George still attended practices as a coach though, as Fred had promised, and spent two extra hours after each training session to teach Ron some special beating moves. With the match versus Ravenclaw fast approaching, practices were upped an extra hour to break in their new teammate.
Evidently Percy's remark about at least being alive held out in George's mind. Everyone knew that something seriously evil was going on, even though the truth about Voldemort's return hadn't gotten out yet. George felt that he was incredibly lucky to have his health and half his legs, and realized that there were more important things to worry about, like being there for his family. and the rapid fanatic success of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
He even got a hero's welcome in the Great Hall for dinner that night. Yet again, Draco Malfoy was among the standing applauders. Things were seriously beginning to creep Harry out, what with the secret past of Corky Crinkle and Victoria Callahan, Snape's hopeful recovery before Harry was killed by a risen Dark Lord, the targeting of random Gryffindor students; this sudden change of heart by Draco only added to Harry's cluttered thoughts.
"Welcome back, George." greeted Nancy, roughly grabbing her friend around the neck and pulling him into a hug. George squeezed her arm comfortingly.
Harry, who was sitting next to the two of them, was the only one close enough to hear the conversation that followed.
"I was so scared I was going to lose you." Nancy whispered. Harry blushed and stared fixatedly on his beans, he didn't think anyone was supposed to be overhearing this. But of course, he wasn't going to stop eavesdropping.
"I'm not going anywhere, Nan. I'm right here, with you. Forever, if I can help it." George answered, stroking her hair affectionately.
WHAT?! The thought dashed through Harry's mind, and his eyes bulged out of his head. Were George and Nancy in. love?
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A/N: Wow, I'm just full of lovey-dovey cliffhangers, aren't I? WELL THAT'S JUST BECAUSE I'VE GOT NONE MYSELF!!!!!!! *takes breath and counts to ten* Okay, better now.
it' gonna take me awhile to update again, I'm getting bogged down with end of quarter satanic essays and cell molecule diagrams and prose and duet memorization. ugh, my life hates me!!! (But I like it, myself. wait, does that even make sense?!)
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com
A/N: Wheee, twelve, twelve, bo-belve, banana-fana-fo-felve, mi-my-mo melve. TWELVE!! Now. Chuck! Chuck, Chuck, bo buck, banana-fana-fo WHOA!! Hehe, lol.
I don't own Harry Potter. My, that is getting redundant, isn't it? But I hope to God my story isn't!
* * * * *
It was Saturday evening before the Gryffindor quidditch team had come to a decision about their new beater.
"Yolanda's got an amazing arm." Alicia pointed out, pulling for her friend.
"Yeah, but she's slow, and has no sense of placement. No, we need somebody with accuracy. someone like Ron." Angelina recommended.
"Ron?! MY Ron? The little brother?" Fred asked, astounded.
"No, the house elf that's living under my bunk." the team captain replied sarcastically. "Of course your brother! He's really good Fred, admit it. The Wonderful Weasley Twins aren't the only family talents at beating a bludger." But Fred didn't admit it, he just glared at his hands and thought. Angelina didn't push the tender subject, though.
"What about Lars Kazinski?" Harry put in. "He's pretty fast, he's pretty accurate, not gonna knock anyone's socks off but at least the kid's well rounded."
"NO!!" Katie shouted suddenly, cutting off the last syllable of Harry's recommendation.
"Why? Give me one good reason." Harry demanded, shooting the girl an annoyed look. Angelina, Alicia, and her all began to giggle in an unnerving way.
"Katie's got a crush." Alicia sang, before being smothered by the humiliated girl.
"Okay, c'mon people, put all personal feelings aside and tell me, who will do the best for the team?" Harry instructed, and things got pretty silent.
"Ron." Lewis Mabblehauser mumbled in his shy quietness.
"Yeah, Ron. He knows the team strategies well." Katie remarked, raising her head up to look at Lewis.
"And he can fly, really, really well." Alicia added.
"So?" Angelina prompted, nudging their sole Beater. "How do you think George would feel about his little brother filling his place on the team?"
After a deep sigh and some deep thought, Fred finally conceded. "As long as he can get the job done. he's all right. The kid is good. It runs in the family, what can I say?"
Harry's heart was soaring. "Yeesssssss!" he shouted, throwing his fist into the air.
"Whatever happened to 'no personal feelings?'" Katie reprimanded. Harry sat down again and slouched over, still celebrating for his friend.
(^*^)
There was a sign posted in the Common Room announcing Ron's election to the team. People were crowded all around it, and when Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked in after dinner they couldn't manage to get through. Even though Harry absolutely had to spill the good news to Hermione, they had both decided it would be best for Ron to find out on his own.
"Hey, the list is up. You wanna go check it out?" Harry commented casually.
"Nah, I'm whipped. I think I'll just head on up to the dorm and go over the Transfiguration notes before hitting the sack. we've got a test tomorrow, you know." Ron replied.
"Ronald Francis Weasley, would you please just get some self-esteem and go look at the ruddy list!" Hermione commanded, and the common room went silent. Harry knew the penalty she was going to suffer for using the 'F' word, Ron's taboo middle name. But at least this got the poor guy to walk, rather hunched over and sulkily, over to the posting.
After staring at the paper for a second, he finally spoke. Though it was not what anyone expected. "Oh. Hey look, I made it." he stated off- handedly, like it was a simple comment on the weather.
"Uh-huh. isn't that great, Ron? Aren't you happy? Shouldn't you jump into the air and scream 'whoop-de-dee' or something? Not even one tiny 'whoop' out of you, and you've beat out thirty others for a position on the House Quidditch Team?" Hermione exploded, and Ron smiled at her.
"Whoop. De. Dee. Now can I go study for Transfiguration? Unless Professor McGonagall is going to take celebration as a reasonable excuse for failing her test." Ron replied, and with that he whipped around and bounded up the stairs, though Harry noticed with a bit springier step and a withheld grin.
Hermione was fuming; Harry actually thought he could see the billows of smoke coming out of her ears. "Aw, relax, Hermione. He's had it rough, give the guy a break." Harry cooed, watching some of the crimson drain out of her face.
"You go handle it." she muttered through clenched teeth, before stomping off to the hidden snacks cupboard to have a stress-relieving chocolate.
At the top of the stairs, Harry paused for a moment and knocked. "Ron?" Harry called, poking his head into the dormitory.
"AAAAARGH!!!!! I DID IT! HARRY, I DID IT!" Ron bellowed, and Harry noticed that his friend was standing on top of his bed, which looked suspiciously like it had been jumped on.
"Yeah, you kinda did." Harry answered him.
"I'm on the team! I'm on the team, for once it's me! MEEEEE!!"
"What just happened out there? You looked like you could care less, and now you're. erm, not."
"You think I was going to jump for joy in front of everyone, and humiliate the other people who tried out? Besides, I don't think I could quite do this out there." Ron answered, taking a few more hops on the bed.
Harry smiled. "Well, congratulations Ron. You deserved it."
"You have my word, I promise not to let you guys down," Ron said earnestly, climbing down from his bed and staring at Harry wide-eyed and meaningfully. "I'll do the best I can to totally annihilate the opposing team, Harry, I swear it. This means so much."
"Good. It better!" Harry replied, and joined his friend in a few more rounds of ecstatic jumping.
(^*^)
That Sunday morning, Madame Pomfrey predicted that George was well enough to come out of the potion-induced slumber he'd been under for so long. However, Ron looked slightly afraid of visiting his brother. "D'you think he'll be disappointed, Harry? Will he resent me or something?" Ron whispered fearfully to his friend on their way over to the hospital wing.
"Of course not." Harry answered, though a shadowy doubt hovered in the back of his mind.
Upon walking into the lemon-scented, white-walled, sunlit room, the family immediately saw that George was sitting up in bed. "Oh, my little boy!" Mrs. Weasley squealed, and rushed over to her son, smothering him with kisses.
"Geroff, Ma." he mumbled weakly, more to save face than really get her to go away. Harry saw George nuzzle into her large bosom with a faint smile.
"How are you feeling?" asked Mr. Weasly, stepping forward and squeezing the redhead's shoulder.
"Okay. Madame Pomfrey told me about my legs, that they were taken by the curse." he whispered softly, his gaze falling on his hands.
"I'm so sorry, George." Ron spoke up, taking a step forward.
"You," the patient said. "I - I don't remember much of that night, but. Ron, you saved me, didn't you? You stopped it, countered it."
Ron didn't respond, just gulped loudly. Harry noticed his eyes glistening a bit. "That's our Ronald." Charlie put in, grinning supportively at his brother.
"Thank you. So much Ron, you have no idea." George stammered, holding out his hand. They shook on it, and Harry knew that the forbidden 'love' word was on their lips. But it didn't need to be said, just understood. And it was, beyond what any word could express.
Then Fred sighed loudly, and the group knew the news about Quidditch was coming. Visibly, the whole room braced itself for what was to come. "George, um. you know the damage that was done was horrible. And since your legs. erm. they can't be replaced perfectly, George." explained Fred hurriedly. The boy's face fell.
"I figured as much." he said, his voice barely detectable. But then his head whipped up again. "What else?" he asked like a brave little soldier.
"Quidditch." his twin stated simply. The remaining color drained from George's face as he understood.
"No. I ca - oh God, no." the redhead breathed, balling his hands into furious fists.
"I'm so sorry, buddy, but at least you're alive. You've at least got that!" Percy chastised. This was clearly not the thing George needed to hear just then.
"That was my future, Perce. My life." said George, glaring at his brother. Percy was about to argue back, but Bill grabbed his arm in restraint.
"There was a spell -" Charlie sputtered.
"What?" George inquired, turning his gaze from Percy to Charlie. "A spell, could it have allowed me to play?"
Mr. Weasley nodded solemnly. "Well, yes, but -"
"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU DO THAT?" he roared.
"Because you might have died! Death, George!" squeaked Ginny forcefully, and this was her equivalent of a slap in the face. Usually she was so meek, just quiet and observant. George stared at her for a long time, her nose bright red from crying, her tear-streaked face.
"That remedy was only successful fifteen percent of the time. Otherwise awful things could happen, infections, still more amputation. death." Mr. Weasley explained.
George thought about it for a long time, the family standing around him expectantly. At last, his eyes came back into focus and he looked at each of them in turn. "Well, thank you then." he said, acceptance and apology mingling together. "I guess you better start searching for a replacement beater, then." he declared lightly.
"We already have." Harry said.
George looked a little put off, but even more intrigued. "Oh really, who?"
Harry glanced back at Ron, who seemed to have shrunk considerably since the beginning of the conversation. "George, promise you wont be mad." Ron pleaded.
"What, who could it be? Don't tell me it's Neville!" George said with a laugh. This got a smile out of everybody.
Tentatively, Ron raised his hand in the air. Still, the former player didn't get it. "Me." Ron mumbled.
George just cocked his head to the side and cupped his hands to his ear. "Come again?"
"ME!!" Ron shouted, and George began to grin.
"No kidding?" he asked, looking at Fred and Harry.
"Yeah, he's really good." replied Harry.
"Must run in the family." Fred answered with a smile.
"Wow," commented George, looking at Ron. "Always knew you had it in you, bro. Congratulations."
And that was the end of it. No jealousy, no obscene phrases. Ron looked incredibly relieved.
"So I guess that's what these thingies are for, huh?" George asked after a short moment of silence, poking his legs lying on the nightstand.
"Yeah, but it's better than you think. See, when you get them clamped on like this," Bill said, leaving his post at Corky's side and approaching his brother. He pulled back the covers and fastened the metal clasps onto George's stump of a knee. "See, you've got movement! Limited movement, mind you, but a great improvement."
George performed a few test wiggles of his big toe, a small, fraction of a twitch, but he looked amazed. "This is too weird. I'm making it move, but it's not. me. Jeez."
"Madame Pomfrey's signed you up for some physical therapy, so you can learn how to operate those. She said you can't run, but walking to and from classes should be no problem." Percy instructed, and Harry saw a devilish grin spread across George's face as if to say, 'Just watch me.'
The boy glanced around again, this time more cheerily, when suddenly he spotted Corky. "Oh, I'm sorry, you must be Bill's wife!" George exclaimed, recognizing her face from the picture.
"Yes, nice to meet you George, I'm Corky Crinkle-Weasley, your sister- in-law I assume." she introduced herself, shaking her new brother-in-law's hand.
And so there they were once again, a complete family. A bit of a peculiar family, but if the Weasley's were normal, things wouldn't be nearly as interesting. Or loving.
(^*^)
George went back to school that Monday, an immediate celebrity. He was very meek about it at first, the sympathetic remarks clearly dredging up unpleasant memories and thoughts. But by the end of the week, he explained every bit excitedly, even showing off his prosthetic legs.
Harry noticed that George was coping very well with the whole Quidditch thing. George still attended practices as a coach though, as Fred had promised, and spent two extra hours after each training session to teach Ron some special beating moves. With the match versus Ravenclaw fast approaching, practices were upped an extra hour to break in their new teammate.
Evidently Percy's remark about at least being alive held out in George's mind. Everyone knew that something seriously evil was going on, even though the truth about Voldemort's return hadn't gotten out yet. George felt that he was incredibly lucky to have his health and half his legs, and realized that there were more important things to worry about, like being there for his family. and the rapid fanatic success of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
He even got a hero's welcome in the Great Hall for dinner that night. Yet again, Draco Malfoy was among the standing applauders. Things were seriously beginning to creep Harry out, what with the secret past of Corky Crinkle and Victoria Callahan, Snape's hopeful recovery before Harry was killed by a risen Dark Lord, the targeting of random Gryffindor students; this sudden change of heart by Draco only added to Harry's cluttered thoughts.
"Welcome back, George." greeted Nancy, roughly grabbing her friend around the neck and pulling him into a hug. George squeezed her arm comfortingly.
Harry, who was sitting next to the two of them, was the only one close enough to hear the conversation that followed.
"I was so scared I was going to lose you." Nancy whispered. Harry blushed and stared fixatedly on his beans, he didn't think anyone was supposed to be overhearing this. But of course, he wasn't going to stop eavesdropping.
"I'm not going anywhere, Nan. I'm right here, with you. Forever, if I can help it." George answered, stroking her hair affectionately.
WHAT?! The thought dashed through Harry's mind, and his eyes bulged out of his head. Were George and Nancy in. love?
* * * * *
A/N: Wow, I'm just full of lovey-dovey cliffhangers, aren't I? WELL THAT'S JUST BECAUSE I'VE GOT NONE MYSELF!!!!!!! *takes breath and counts to ten* Okay, better now.
it' gonna take me awhile to update again, I'm getting bogged down with end of quarter satanic essays and cell molecule diagrams and prose and duet memorization. ugh, my life hates me!!! (But I like it, myself. wait, does that even make sense?!)
Love from,
Saranimal
HaloGal5@aol.com