A/N: So I'm listening to totally inappropriate writing music right now,
again. "Do Wop" by Lauryn Hill. Not exactly suspense music. Blame Lauryn if
the chapter isn't up to snuff, not me, okay?
About all your predictions *puts on a creepy voice* I'll never te-ll! Oh yeah, and by the way kids, if you know the answer to the mystery, kindly send it to me via E-MAIL (Tadariada@aol.com) , instead of putting it in a review. You're giving off wrong ideas about my plot? Furthermore.HARRY? Oh, come on. that's just.wrong. And if it's Harry that's Mr. Nobody- who's attacking him now?
HA HA HA!
~Tad ~*~*~*~*~*
Harry's mind raced. The two men holding him were bigger than Harry by far; he could see their silhouettes through the darkness. Harry didn't see how he was going to get out of this one. His wand was on his bed-stand table and so were his glasses. There was no way that he could get lucky this time. But Harry underestimated himself.
Suddenly Harry's body rebelled. Something inside Harry told him to fight and so- he fought. He brought his leg around his captor's leg and knocked him to the floor. He then grabbed the wand the other man held in a blink of an eye. Harry held the wand at arm length and stepped back.
The man who had been holding the wand lunged at Harry and as he tackled him, took his wand out of Harry's hand.
"I warned you!" Growled the man. He put a hand over Harry's throat and said in a low, raspy voice: 'Avada Kedavra!'
Time moved all too slow for Harry. He saw the curse in slow motion coming towards him and watched in horror as it- stopped. Well not stopped, it flew the other direction. Harry had blocked the curse. The wand was in Harry's hand somehow and the curse flew in the opposite direction.
And hit the second man.
The man who had been trying to kill Harry cursed loudly and walked over to the dead man. He gave him a good kick to determine if he was really dead and then the man disappeared, leaving his dead colleague and his wand behind with Harry.
Harry got up shakily from the floor and walked over to the dead Death Eater. His eyes were wide open and proved them to be a disgusting pink color. Without a word Harry bent down and ripped the mask off. ~*~
Ginny burst into the apartment late the next morning to find it swarming with people with brushes and yellow tape. Harry was sitting on the couch with a tall man who was taking notes with a Quick Quotes Quill.
"Harry what is going on here?" She asked. Harry looked up, surprised and happy to see her, but with a pinched look on his face.
"Two death eaters broke in last night and tried to kill me." Harry said and turned back to the man questioning him. "I had no idea who they were, as I was saying. That is until I-took the mask off and-" Harry's face twisted up more. "I know it's not my fault because I was defending myself but- I had no idea that it would be-"
"Mr. Thomas has been missing for 6 months Mr. Potter. We knew he would either be dead or converted. I would have preferred dead.."
"Mr. Thomas!" Ginny screeched. "Not-"
"Dean." Harry moaned and held his head in his hands. "I killed him. But I didn't know it was him and-"
Ginny flew to him so fast it was startling. "Harry it's not your fault." She cooed. Harry moved away from her a bit. She stood up, feeling the rejection. "Fine. Well, I have to talk to you sometime today. So meet me tonight at Puissance, the restaurant in Diagon Alley. I have reservations at 8:00 so done be late and dress up. Now, I've got things to see and people to do- wait.I said that wrong."
"Puissance at 8:00." Harry said, turning this over in his mind. "Why?"
"We need to have a serious conversation about this relationship."
Harry swallowed. Ginny disappeared with a final call of "Be late and die!"
"Good luck to you, sir." Said the man interviewing Harry. "It seems you are having the most cursed of days."
"Why do you say that?"
"It's common knowledge. When a woman wants to talk about relationships at Puissance, she doesn't usually mean well." Said the man and let out a low, sorrowful whistle.
~*~
Harry was pre-occupied that night. Ginny was late to the dinner spot, which was for the better because Harry thought he might be sick with the events of the day. Dean's red eyes kept flashing through his mind. He pulled on a waitress's shirt cuff and asked for another glass of water. She nodded and left. When Harry looked back at the table Ginny was sitting there, extremely dressed up.
"You look.." Harry said nervously, not wanting to give off any wrong vibes.
"Uh.you-"
"What would you like to drink ma'am?" Said the waitress, seeing Ginny.
"A martini with two olives-" Ginny started.
"Shaken, not stirred." Harry chimed in with her. Ginny looked at him oddly.
"Look Harry, don't start with me." Ginny said. Harry's face fell. "I've been doing a lot of thinking recently. Stuff has been happening with us, and mostly you, and it hasn't been very good."
"If this is about Mr. Nobody, I think I killed him this morning!" Harry said. "There's not going to be any more of that ever again, I swear to you. I just want you to come home. Will you? Or are you breaking up with me? Please be quick, I don't want to sit through this if it's just going to make this day worse."
"That's not what we came here to talk about." Ginny snapped. "Come on Harry, you can't say you haven't noticed anything different."
She leaned in on the table, nearly knocking Harry's wine glass over.
"Well.no.." Harry said. "I know I've been gone for work a lot but, if that's a problem I can try to get out of practices earlier. We can go out more on weekends. We can spend more time together and- "
"Jesus Harry, would you grow a brain?" Ginny said, leaning back suddenly in her chair and crossing her arms.
"What?" Harry said, offended. The color in Ginny's face rose as she prepared herself to speak. Her mouth formed words but no sounds came out. "What is it? What else do you want to insult me about? I've had a rough day! I did not come here to be taunted by my girlfriend!"
"You want to know why we're actually here, Harry? I needed to tell you that I'm pregnant! Okay? There I've said it, I'm pregnant!" Ginny cried. The entire restaurant silenced. Harry gaped.
"No- it's not possible. You're on the pill and- what? No- it can't." He began to stammer.
"Oh it's possible." Ginny said, looking wickedly amused. "It's possible and it happened. And it is yours, just incase you were wondering. Hermione told me what you said."
"What are we going to do?" Harry said, looking greener than before. "I mean, we can't get rid of it can we?"
"I'd rather not." Ginny said quickly. "Look Harry, when we started doing- this- we said that if anything happened we would stay together."
"I remember that."
"So you're agreed?"
"Yes." Harry said and added shyly, " When is it due?"
"We've got 7 months." Ginny said. "So we need to start thinking about our future Harry."
"You're right we do."
"Well no matter what, we're together, right?" She said, putting on a brave face. "For better and for worse?"
"I sup-" Harry said. What made Harry stop talking was the fact that she had moved down onto one knee. Ginny took a deep breath and swallowed hard.
"Harry, I know you love me, and I do love you." Ginny said. "I know it's not a coincidence that we're here, together, in this life. In this love." She looked up at him and his eyes bulged. From behind her she pulled out a little box. "And in light of everything that has happened, I know we will be together forever. So there's only one question left, really. Harry will you marry me?"
She opened the box to reveal a ring, a golden band with a diamond on it. Harry made a face, but decided to dismiss the thought for the moment.
"Uh Ginny, I don't know what to say.." Harry said, getting down on the floor with her. He felt like an idiot.
"Well say yes!" She cried.
"Yes!" Harry said. She looked relieved for a fraction of a second before crushing her lips on his.
When she broke away from Harry she said, "Well that's more like it. Now slide that ring on my finger!" Harry laughed and looked at her oddly. "You didn't think it was for you, did you?" ~*~
Signs. There is always a sign in our lives that tells us just when something awful is going to happen. When you're riding down the highway of life you will not see a sign that says 'Heartache City- 47 minutes'. it's never that obvious. A sign will creep up on you and not show its face, but only make your stomach churn and chills crawl up your back. And if you don't read the signs along the highway of life, that is a sure sign you are going to disaster and you are not coming back.
~*~ A/N: I had planned for this chapter to be like 2 times longer, but now that I've hit the 5 page mark, I've decided there's nothing else I can cram into this chapter. Sorry if it was terribly rushed. Anyways, please write me a nice review with your views on what you should happen next. I cant say it'll happen, but I'm exceedingly bored right now.
And remember, if you know the mystery DON'T WRITE ABOUT IT! I don't want anybody to get their bubble busted. Plus, as I said, you're going to wind everybody up for something that isn't going to happen. Write me an e-mail with it, please! I mean, that way you'll even get feedback. Maybe I'll even dedicate a chapter to you.
Oh yeah. This is not the last chapter.
About all your predictions *puts on a creepy voice* I'll never te-ll! Oh yeah, and by the way kids, if you know the answer to the mystery, kindly send it to me via E-MAIL (Tadariada@aol.com) , instead of putting it in a review. You're giving off wrong ideas about my plot? Furthermore.HARRY? Oh, come on. that's just.wrong. And if it's Harry that's Mr. Nobody- who's attacking him now?
HA HA HA!
~Tad ~*~*~*~*~*
Harry's mind raced. The two men holding him were bigger than Harry by far; he could see their silhouettes through the darkness. Harry didn't see how he was going to get out of this one. His wand was on his bed-stand table and so were his glasses. There was no way that he could get lucky this time. But Harry underestimated himself.
Suddenly Harry's body rebelled. Something inside Harry told him to fight and so- he fought. He brought his leg around his captor's leg and knocked him to the floor. He then grabbed the wand the other man held in a blink of an eye. Harry held the wand at arm length and stepped back.
The man who had been holding the wand lunged at Harry and as he tackled him, took his wand out of Harry's hand.
"I warned you!" Growled the man. He put a hand over Harry's throat and said in a low, raspy voice: 'Avada Kedavra!'
Time moved all too slow for Harry. He saw the curse in slow motion coming towards him and watched in horror as it- stopped. Well not stopped, it flew the other direction. Harry had blocked the curse. The wand was in Harry's hand somehow and the curse flew in the opposite direction.
And hit the second man.
The man who had been trying to kill Harry cursed loudly and walked over to the dead man. He gave him a good kick to determine if he was really dead and then the man disappeared, leaving his dead colleague and his wand behind with Harry.
Harry got up shakily from the floor and walked over to the dead Death Eater. His eyes were wide open and proved them to be a disgusting pink color. Without a word Harry bent down and ripped the mask off. ~*~
Ginny burst into the apartment late the next morning to find it swarming with people with brushes and yellow tape. Harry was sitting on the couch with a tall man who was taking notes with a Quick Quotes Quill.
"Harry what is going on here?" She asked. Harry looked up, surprised and happy to see her, but with a pinched look on his face.
"Two death eaters broke in last night and tried to kill me." Harry said and turned back to the man questioning him. "I had no idea who they were, as I was saying. That is until I-took the mask off and-" Harry's face twisted up more. "I know it's not my fault because I was defending myself but- I had no idea that it would be-"
"Mr. Thomas has been missing for 6 months Mr. Potter. We knew he would either be dead or converted. I would have preferred dead.."
"Mr. Thomas!" Ginny screeched. "Not-"
"Dean." Harry moaned and held his head in his hands. "I killed him. But I didn't know it was him and-"
Ginny flew to him so fast it was startling. "Harry it's not your fault." She cooed. Harry moved away from her a bit. She stood up, feeling the rejection. "Fine. Well, I have to talk to you sometime today. So meet me tonight at Puissance, the restaurant in Diagon Alley. I have reservations at 8:00 so done be late and dress up. Now, I've got things to see and people to do- wait.I said that wrong."
"Puissance at 8:00." Harry said, turning this over in his mind. "Why?"
"We need to have a serious conversation about this relationship."
Harry swallowed. Ginny disappeared with a final call of "Be late and die!"
"Good luck to you, sir." Said the man interviewing Harry. "It seems you are having the most cursed of days."
"Why do you say that?"
"It's common knowledge. When a woman wants to talk about relationships at Puissance, she doesn't usually mean well." Said the man and let out a low, sorrowful whistle.
~*~
Harry was pre-occupied that night. Ginny was late to the dinner spot, which was for the better because Harry thought he might be sick with the events of the day. Dean's red eyes kept flashing through his mind. He pulled on a waitress's shirt cuff and asked for another glass of water. She nodded and left. When Harry looked back at the table Ginny was sitting there, extremely dressed up.
"You look.." Harry said nervously, not wanting to give off any wrong vibes.
"Uh.you-"
"What would you like to drink ma'am?" Said the waitress, seeing Ginny.
"A martini with two olives-" Ginny started.
"Shaken, not stirred." Harry chimed in with her. Ginny looked at him oddly.
"Look Harry, don't start with me." Ginny said. Harry's face fell. "I've been doing a lot of thinking recently. Stuff has been happening with us, and mostly you, and it hasn't been very good."
"If this is about Mr. Nobody, I think I killed him this morning!" Harry said. "There's not going to be any more of that ever again, I swear to you. I just want you to come home. Will you? Or are you breaking up with me? Please be quick, I don't want to sit through this if it's just going to make this day worse."
"That's not what we came here to talk about." Ginny snapped. "Come on Harry, you can't say you haven't noticed anything different."
She leaned in on the table, nearly knocking Harry's wine glass over.
"Well.no.." Harry said. "I know I've been gone for work a lot but, if that's a problem I can try to get out of practices earlier. We can go out more on weekends. We can spend more time together and- "
"Jesus Harry, would you grow a brain?" Ginny said, leaning back suddenly in her chair and crossing her arms.
"What?" Harry said, offended. The color in Ginny's face rose as she prepared herself to speak. Her mouth formed words but no sounds came out. "What is it? What else do you want to insult me about? I've had a rough day! I did not come here to be taunted by my girlfriend!"
"You want to know why we're actually here, Harry? I needed to tell you that I'm pregnant! Okay? There I've said it, I'm pregnant!" Ginny cried. The entire restaurant silenced. Harry gaped.
"No- it's not possible. You're on the pill and- what? No- it can't." He began to stammer.
"Oh it's possible." Ginny said, looking wickedly amused. "It's possible and it happened. And it is yours, just incase you were wondering. Hermione told me what you said."
"What are we going to do?" Harry said, looking greener than before. "I mean, we can't get rid of it can we?"
"I'd rather not." Ginny said quickly. "Look Harry, when we started doing- this- we said that if anything happened we would stay together."
"I remember that."
"So you're agreed?"
"Yes." Harry said and added shyly, " When is it due?"
"We've got 7 months." Ginny said. "So we need to start thinking about our future Harry."
"You're right we do."
"Well no matter what, we're together, right?" She said, putting on a brave face. "For better and for worse?"
"I sup-" Harry said. What made Harry stop talking was the fact that she had moved down onto one knee. Ginny took a deep breath and swallowed hard.
"Harry, I know you love me, and I do love you." Ginny said. "I know it's not a coincidence that we're here, together, in this life. In this love." She looked up at him and his eyes bulged. From behind her she pulled out a little box. "And in light of everything that has happened, I know we will be together forever. So there's only one question left, really. Harry will you marry me?"
She opened the box to reveal a ring, a golden band with a diamond on it. Harry made a face, but decided to dismiss the thought for the moment.
"Uh Ginny, I don't know what to say.." Harry said, getting down on the floor with her. He felt like an idiot.
"Well say yes!" She cried.
"Yes!" Harry said. She looked relieved for a fraction of a second before crushing her lips on his.
When she broke away from Harry she said, "Well that's more like it. Now slide that ring on my finger!" Harry laughed and looked at her oddly. "You didn't think it was for you, did you?" ~*~
Signs. There is always a sign in our lives that tells us just when something awful is going to happen. When you're riding down the highway of life you will not see a sign that says 'Heartache City- 47 minutes'. it's never that obvious. A sign will creep up on you and not show its face, but only make your stomach churn and chills crawl up your back. And if you don't read the signs along the highway of life, that is a sure sign you are going to disaster and you are not coming back.
~*~ A/N: I had planned for this chapter to be like 2 times longer, but now that I've hit the 5 page mark, I've decided there's nothing else I can cram into this chapter. Sorry if it was terribly rushed. Anyways, please write me a nice review with your views on what you should happen next. I cant say it'll happen, but I'm exceedingly bored right now.
And remember, if you know the mystery DON'T WRITE ABOUT IT! I don't want anybody to get their bubble busted. Plus, as I said, you're going to wind everybody up for something that isn't going to happen. Write me an e-mail with it, please! I mean, that way you'll even get feedback. Maybe I'll even dedicate a chapter to you.
Oh yeah. This is not the last chapter.