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"The smell of Death," He said, annunciating every syllable, "Hung so thick in the air, it was suffocating to all who breathed it,"
The children leaned forward, holding their heads in their palms as he went on,
"I looked around, I wasn't scared. I was brave. I was, after all, a Gryfindor!" he straightened proudly, "As I was saying- she came up to me, her long red thick hair, falling down to the backs of her knees, She brought the sword up, then down quickly, and soon, I fell to the floor, eyes wide, blood oozing out of my head."
"EEWW!!!"
"Daddy, if you died instantly, then how could you know you fell to the floor at all? Mabe she grabbed you?"
"Uh-"
"Yeh aren't lyin' to the kids again, are you?" She said, stepping outside. Her round motherly face had a smile on it, her arms where wrapped around a large steaming pot.
"Come on, now! Get your sup, and eat quickly! We have company coming over!"
"Looks like the company's here!" Exclaimed a voice from behind them, accompanied by a familiar girlish giggle, and a soft chuckle. They turned.
A gasp
Then, "HARRY!"
Harry's eyes opened wide as the Goddess threw herself at him. She tightened her arms around his neck, and cried into it. He was shocked at first, but after a second, he gave what was close to a sob, and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, breathing in her scent from her hair.
"Oh, Emily! I missed you so much," he said. The salt-water droplet pearls (o.O) fell down her hair. She kissed his neck softly.
Cornelius Fudge frowned as he watched this display, and Ron looked between the two, confused.
Harry held her away from him, looking her up and down,
"You're even more beautiful than when we first met."
She looked at him, beaming, and strong. For the first time in her life. He frowned, remembering this. She understood, and she smiled,
"I'm doing just fine, Harry. I'm healthy."
He grinned, "I know," he said, grabbing her hips with both hands; he swung her around and put her back down. He then grasped her in a tight embrace.
"Oh, Harry. I missed you so much! She said, burying her face in his chest.
"Harry, love!"
A small, quiet gasp escaped her lips as her eyelids fluttered open. Every fiber of her body tensed, but there was no change in the person holding her, other than lifting his head. She looked up at him, and saw a soft delighted and loving smile grace his lips, as he watched the figure moving toward them. She turned her head to look at the figure, and frowned.
'Who does this tramp think she is?'
"Hi, you must be Enigma! My name is Virginia. Virginia Potter, Harry's wife." She smiled brightly.
'Oh . . .' her frown disappeared, and was replaced with a blank look. She didn't shake her hand, just tightened her arms around Harry's torso like a frightened child.
He laughed
"I see you know my husband. Please, there's no need for formality between us."
Enigma looked up at Harry. He was staring at his wife with a loving look on his face. She frowned again.
'I don't like this girl . . .'
Enigma looked back at Virginia and glared. Ginny fidgeted nervously.
"Um, why don't we have something to eat? Mother, that pot looks heavy, let me help-" she said, moving quickly to her mother. The kids scattered to get bowls and utensils.
Harry bent down and whispered, "It's ok," in her ear, and she loosened her grip. She sat down at the table and stared curiously at a red haired little girl that had sat next to her.
They peered intently at each other, leaning forward. Enigma poked her forehead, then,
"Ow!" and the little girl poked Enigma's forehead. They laughed.
"Alisa, are you being a good girl?"
"Yes, Papa," she said,
Dinner Table, Awkward Silences
"So- Enigma. You where a- a Goddess, at some point?"
Harry blinked and looked at Enigma. She merely stared at Virginia.
"Em- so, you're pretty powerful, huh?"
-Blink-
"So, do you think your good, or bad?"
-Nothing-
"I mean- people have been wondering what side you where on, I'm just wondering, how do you feel, inflicting pain on others?"
"Virginia!"
"What? I really want to know. Do you derive some sick pleasure-"
"Do you?" she whispered softly. Virginia paused, then,
"Excuse me?"
"I asked, do you? Do YOU derive some sick pleasure out of pain?"
"I- well, not any more!"
"Are you sure? You tell everyone that-"
"You stupid ungrateful little bi-"
"VIRGINIA, I SUGGEST YOU STOP THIS MINUTE!"
"Harry, I thin I deserve to know!"
"You don't even KNOW her! You have no right to judge her! Look at her! You say she's powerful when she's obviously weak? What kind of wife are you?"
"SHUT UP, HARRY! Don't you DARE talk about my sister like that, and YOU have no right to say that about Enigma!"
"Oh, I don't think so, prick!"
"Why you little-"
"SILENCE!" The sky rumbled as Enigma stood, "I'm- I'm tired right now," she said, she swayed a little bit, laying her hand on the dinner table to steady her. Hand on her forehead, she turned to leave, but collapsed into Ron's arms. He easily swung her up, and carried her to her room. Alisa followed them.
"The smell of Death," He said, annunciating every syllable, "Hung so thick in the air, it was suffocating to all who breathed it,"
The children leaned forward, holding their heads in their palms as he went on,
"I looked around, I wasn't scared. I was brave. I was, after all, a Gryfindor!" he straightened proudly, "As I was saying- she came up to me, her long red thick hair, falling down to the backs of her knees, She brought the sword up, then down quickly, and soon, I fell to the floor, eyes wide, blood oozing out of my head."
"EEWW!!!"
"Daddy, if you died instantly, then how could you know you fell to the floor at all? Mabe she grabbed you?"
"Uh-"
"Yeh aren't lyin' to the kids again, are you?" She said, stepping outside. Her round motherly face had a smile on it, her arms where wrapped around a large steaming pot.
"Come on, now! Get your sup, and eat quickly! We have company coming over!"
"Looks like the company's here!" Exclaimed a voice from behind them, accompanied by a familiar girlish giggle, and a soft chuckle. They turned.
A gasp
Then, "HARRY!"
Harry's eyes opened wide as the Goddess threw herself at him. She tightened her arms around his neck, and cried into it. He was shocked at first, but after a second, he gave what was close to a sob, and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, breathing in her scent from her hair.
"Oh, Emily! I missed you so much," he said. The salt-water droplet pearls (o.O) fell down her hair. She kissed his neck softly.
Cornelius Fudge frowned as he watched this display, and Ron looked between the two, confused.
Harry held her away from him, looking her up and down,
"You're even more beautiful than when we first met."
She looked at him, beaming, and strong. For the first time in her life. He frowned, remembering this. She understood, and she smiled,
"I'm doing just fine, Harry. I'm healthy."
He grinned, "I know," he said, grabbing her hips with both hands; he swung her around and put her back down. He then grasped her in a tight embrace.
"Oh, Harry. I missed you so much! She said, burying her face in his chest.
"Harry, love!"
A small, quiet gasp escaped her lips as her eyelids fluttered open. Every fiber of her body tensed, but there was no change in the person holding her, other than lifting his head. She looked up at him, and saw a soft delighted and loving smile grace his lips, as he watched the figure moving toward them. She turned her head to look at the figure, and frowned.
'Who does this tramp think she is?'
"Hi, you must be Enigma! My name is Virginia. Virginia Potter, Harry's wife." She smiled brightly.
'Oh . . .' her frown disappeared, and was replaced with a blank look. She didn't shake her hand, just tightened her arms around Harry's torso like a frightened child.
He laughed
"I see you know my husband. Please, there's no need for formality between us."
Enigma looked up at Harry. He was staring at his wife with a loving look on his face. She frowned again.
'I don't like this girl . . .'
Enigma looked back at Virginia and glared. Ginny fidgeted nervously.
"Um, why don't we have something to eat? Mother, that pot looks heavy, let me help-" she said, moving quickly to her mother. The kids scattered to get bowls and utensils.
Harry bent down and whispered, "It's ok," in her ear, and she loosened her grip. She sat down at the table and stared curiously at a red haired little girl that had sat next to her.
They peered intently at each other, leaning forward. Enigma poked her forehead, then,
"Ow!" and the little girl poked Enigma's forehead. They laughed.
"Alisa, are you being a good girl?"
"Yes, Papa," she said,
Dinner Table, Awkward Silences
"So- Enigma. You where a- a Goddess, at some point?"
Harry blinked and looked at Enigma. She merely stared at Virginia.
"Em- so, you're pretty powerful, huh?"
-Blink-
"So, do you think your good, or bad?"
-Nothing-
"I mean- people have been wondering what side you where on, I'm just wondering, how do you feel, inflicting pain on others?"
"Virginia!"
"What? I really want to know. Do you derive some sick pleasure-"
"Do you?" she whispered softly. Virginia paused, then,
"Excuse me?"
"I asked, do you? Do YOU derive some sick pleasure out of pain?"
"I- well, not any more!"
"Are you sure? You tell everyone that-"
"You stupid ungrateful little bi-"
"VIRGINIA, I SUGGEST YOU STOP THIS MINUTE!"
"Harry, I thin I deserve to know!"
"You don't even KNOW her! You have no right to judge her! Look at her! You say she's powerful when she's obviously weak? What kind of wife are you?"
"SHUT UP, HARRY! Don't you DARE talk about my sister like that, and YOU have no right to say that about Enigma!"
"Oh, I don't think so, prick!"
"Why you little-"
"SILENCE!" The sky rumbled as Enigma stood, "I'm- I'm tired right now," she said, she swayed a little bit, laying her hand on the dinner table to steady her. Hand on her forehead, she turned to leave, but collapsed into Ron's arms. He easily swung her up, and carried her to her room. Alisa followed them.