A/N Hello, sorry for the wait, this time its two pages long. That's
counting the story not my author note and little stuff up here. If you're
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Disclaimer: don't own anything but the plot.
This chapter is dedicated to: prongsjr, Shelley Knight, Moonlight Desire, and Iniysa, for putting me on their favorite list, thank you! They all have really cool stories; I've read at least one of each.
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" Aqualis". I shouted the word to the smoke covered kitchen. "Thanks, Harry. Maybe I should forget about cooking, what do you think?" My fathers voice was shaky, and worried as he scanned the now dusty kitchen. I raised an eyebrow, as I walked to the window and opened it. "Nah, your doing fine dad," I teased him." lets just clean up before mother comes".
"Good idea and, throw this bacon away". He walked in long strides to the stove and, with a swift movement threw away the bacon. "Man I think I burned the pan. Is that possible Harry?" He hurriedly put the hot handle of the pan down. "Only for you" I replied. Not taking my eyes off the floor I was sweeping." you know you do act like a parent, right?" he jokingly said as he too summoned a broom.
My father was joking I knew this, however somewhere in my head still made me think it as an insult. That was why I had no friends after all; they said I never took chances. "Forget this," I out stretched my hand, and pretended to touch a wall as too make my hand flat. "Purgare".
"Good idea kido, I forgot that spell and here I was going to clean the muggle way". My father once more wore his smile, which almost always hung crooked on his face. "Moms coming..." I said, though it seemed through a haze, as it always was when I sensed things. We both stood still as if testing weather I was right. A knock at the door confirmed the test. "Right again Harry" my father smiled once more, as he went to get the door.
"What's wrong child? Thy eyes face the floor, with shoulders slumped". The soft concerned voice of Godric brought me from my daze. "Nothing" I meekly answered, still facing the floor. "He can't touch thee here, Harry, not with your mother and father both with thee." Godric sighed, when my face had not moved. "But I still can remember him" I said, hoping the shield I put on my voice was well prepared for a breakdown. "That will never leave thy mind, or thy soul". I nodded and moved to leave the room.
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"Mom".
Smiles are a rare site on my face I'm sure, and most of witch people see are fake. The only time I really ever recall smiling was around my mother. "Harry, did you make sure your father didn't cook?" she asked, teasingly glancing at my father. "Yes Mom, he tried though and nearly burnt the house down". I stated, earning a false glare from my father.
"Of course he did Harry, he doesn't learn, we know this," she laughed. Then she gave me a kiss on my forehead and turned to my father giving him one on his cheek. "Harry and I will make breakfast, James." She led me into the kitchen.
"I can't wait for Christmas, can you? I wonder what Santa will bring you?" she said grabbing an egg from the fridge. "Santa's not real, you and Dad are Santa". I stated watching her movements." He's magic, so of course he's real, not to muggles of course". She cracked the egg open as I handed another one to her.
"How come I never got a present then? I'm not a muggle," I asked trying to catch her; maker her slip, to tell me he's fake as I had grown up knowing. "Its your choice to believe in him" she smile, silently asking me to calm down. "If he is real how is it that his reindeer fly?" I asked now eager to have an argument, of course my mother called it rhetoric.
"A spell maybe?" she commented still cooking. "How can they land on the roof if there seen in the sky wouldn't they be to big?" I asked, I felt my lips curl up. "A spell?" she said repeating her self. "Magic explains everything," I argued. Feeling as if the battle was lost. "It can be blamed on everything but dose not explain everything" she said pouring the eggs in to the pan.
"Are you blaming?" I asked feeling hope refill me once more. "I'm not sure, it depends if there's a spell for those two things" she turned to me and smiled. "Fine I'll just wait up for him!" I crossed my arms the way Dudley did when he would be stubborn and not change his mind, even if it was a bad Idea. "Alright, want me to put a no sleep spell on you?" I shook my head. Though inside I might have wanted that, if I never slept I would never have nightmares. That idea disappeared as I thought of the stuff my father drank when he had a heavy load at work; coffee, it smelled terrible and if I looked hard enough, it seemed to look as if mud was poured into the cup. I had never dared to taste it.
"Is Sirus going to come over?" I asked, once I had found him to be a dog and a person I had been amazed. He told me about my father and their pranks. He also told me of my mother; how my father at first hated her. "Why?" she asked interested, "Harry don't you dare go on a broom with him, he's dangerous with out his feet on the ground!"
I bowed my head and nodded. I never much liked it when she was mad at me, even if she was worried and, not angry. Although I new she'd never hurt me, her raised voice made me remember. "Yes, ma'm" the words slipped through my lips on reaction; instinct that refused to leave me.
"Harry, I'm not her, I'll never hurt you". She kneeled; placing a finger beneath my chin and lifted it. Both are eyes lingered on another for some time. "I know. I didn't mean to say that, I just do and I don't know why, I can't stop mom it just happens. Why dose it happen?" I asked her as she hugged me. "Don't worry baby, I promise it will go away"
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Iniysa: I'll try to be quicker so for such a long wait.
Samantha: sorry for the wait. Thank you.
lily potter: sorry you where confused that chapter was horrible and for a plus, short.
Serena Cherry: I do feel much better thank you. Here it is. Sorry it was short.
Rachel A. Prongs: I'm glad you like it, they told him can't you tell? Well that is if you didn't jump to read this first. Shoot shouldn't have told ya that, I shouldn't have told ya that.
Linds: sorry it was blank when he got there which you found out last chapter sorry, you'll meet one don't worry.
Disclaimer: don't own anything but the plot.
This chapter is dedicated to: prongsjr, Shelley Knight, Moonlight Desire, and Iniysa, for putting me on their favorite list, thank you! They all have really cool stories; I've read at least one of each.
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" Aqualis". I shouted the word to the smoke covered kitchen. "Thanks, Harry. Maybe I should forget about cooking, what do you think?" My fathers voice was shaky, and worried as he scanned the now dusty kitchen. I raised an eyebrow, as I walked to the window and opened it. "Nah, your doing fine dad," I teased him." lets just clean up before mother comes".
"Good idea and, throw this bacon away". He walked in long strides to the stove and, with a swift movement threw away the bacon. "Man I think I burned the pan. Is that possible Harry?" He hurriedly put the hot handle of the pan down. "Only for you" I replied. Not taking my eyes off the floor I was sweeping." you know you do act like a parent, right?" he jokingly said as he too summoned a broom.
My father was joking I knew this, however somewhere in my head still made me think it as an insult. That was why I had no friends after all; they said I never took chances. "Forget this," I out stretched my hand, and pretended to touch a wall as too make my hand flat. "Purgare".
"Good idea kido, I forgot that spell and here I was going to clean the muggle way". My father once more wore his smile, which almost always hung crooked on his face. "Moms coming..." I said, though it seemed through a haze, as it always was when I sensed things. We both stood still as if testing weather I was right. A knock at the door confirmed the test. "Right again Harry" my father smiled once more, as he went to get the door.
"What's wrong child? Thy eyes face the floor, with shoulders slumped". The soft concerned voice of Godric brought me from my daze. "Nothing" I meekly answered, still facing the floor. "He can't touch thee here, Harry, not with your mother and father both with thee." Godric sighed, when my face had not moved. "But I still can remember him" I said, hoping the shield I put on my voice was well prepared for a breakdown. "That will never leave thy mind, or thy soul". I nodded and moved to leave the room.
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"Mom".
Smiles are a rare site on my face I'm sure, and most of witch people see are fake. The only time I really ever recall smiling was around my mother. "Harry, did you make sure your father didn't cook?" she asked, teasingly glancing at my father. "Yes Mom, he tried though and nearly burnt the house down". I stated, earning a false glare from my father.
"Of course he did Harry, he doesn't learn, we know this," she laughed. Then she gave me a kiss on my forehead and turned to my father giving him one on his cheek. "Harry and I will make breakfast, James." She led me into the kitchen.
"I can't wait for Christmas, can you? I wonder what Santa will bring you?" she said grabbing an egg from the fridge. "Santa's not real, you and Dad are Santa". I stated watching her movements." He's magic, so of course he's real, not to muggles of course". She cracked the egg open as I handed another one to her.
"How come I never got a present then? I'm not a muggle," I asked trying to catch her; maker her slip, to tell me he's fake as I had grown up knowing. "Its your choice to believe in him" she smile, silently asking me to calm down. "If he is real how is it that his reindeer fly?" I asked now eager to have an argument, of course my mother called it rhetoric.
"A spell maybe?" she commented still cooking. "How can they land on the roof if there seen in the sky wouldn't they be to big?" I asked, I felt my lips curl up. "A spell?" she said repeating her self. "Magic explains everything," I argued. Feeling as if the battle was lost. "It can be blamed on everything but dose not explain everything" she said pouring the eggs in to the pan.
"Are you blaming?" I asked feeling hope refill me once more. "I'm not sure, it depends if there's a spell for those two things" she turned to me and smiled. "Fine I'll just wait up for him!" I crossed my arms the way Dudley did when he would be stubborn and not change his mind, even if it was a bad Idea. "Alright, want me to put a no sleep spell on you?" I shook my head. Though inside I might have wanted that, if I never slept I would never have nightmares. That idea disappeared as I thought of the stuff my father drank when he had a heavy load at work; coffee, it smelled terrible and if I looked hard enough, it seemed to look as if mud was poured into the cup. I had never dared to taste it.
"Is Sirus going to come over?" I asked, once I had found him to be a dog and a person I had been amazed. He told me about my father and their pranks. He also told me of my mother; how my father at first hated her. "Why?" she asked interested, "Harry don't you dare go on a broom with him, he's dangerous with out his feet on the ground!"
I bowed my head and nodded. I never much liked it when she was mad at me, even if she was worried and, not angry. Although I new she'd never hurt me, her raised voice made me remember. "Yes, ma'm" the words slipped through my lips on reaction; instinct that refused to leave me.
"Harry, I'm not her, I'll never hurt you". She kneeled; placing a finger beneath my chin and lifted it. Both are eyes lingered on another for some time. "I know. I didn't mean to say that, I just do and I don't know why, I can't stop mom it just happens. Why dose it happen?" I asked her as she hugged me. "Don't worry baby, I promise it will go away"
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Iniysa: I'll try to be quicker so for such a long wait.
Samantha: sorry for the wait. Thank you.
lily potter: sorry you where confused that chapter was horrible and for a plus, short.
Serena Cherry: I do feel much better thank you. Here it is. Sorry it was short.
Rachel A. Prongs: I'm glad you like it, they told him can't you tell? Well that is if you didn't jump to read this first. Shoot shouldn't have told ya that, I shouldn't have told ya that.
Linds: sorry it was blank when he got there which you found out last chapter sorry, you'll meet one don't worry.