A/N Hello, I hope every one who stumbles upon this story had enjoyed it. I
have reached my objective to have 100 reviews. The Queen of Fire and Ice
is the 100th and asked that I update soon, so here it is.
Warning: THERE WAS A MISTAKE IN CHAPTER 11, A DELETED SCENE IT'S RIGHT BELOW.
Kayla: he didn't, even I can fake a happy mood and, Harry is doing just that. He's trying to please.
Linds (linds9070@aol.com): thank you!
Iniysa: I am sorry but that is not the plot, you are welcome to write a thing like that (just don't copy a thing from mine lol) I would love to read it.
Rachel A. Prongs: it's an AU. Sorry for not telling anyone that.
Serena Cherry: he's faking the calm cool thing, and if all goes as planed you will be seeing Harry on a broom.
Kayla: it's been a year there is a bit of chapter that must have not saved below so sorry.
Deleted part
As I slowly walked to bed that night I wondered of the one secret my parents still held out of my reach, where they had been before they had come to get me, why every one had thought them dead and, why if they were alive had they left me with my aunt and uncle. Some how it nagged; pulled at the back of my mind. Would they ever leave me again?
I walked to my desk and crossed out another day on the calendar, smiling silently. I had been with them more then a year and that year seemed so short. Quietly I tiptoed to my bed and, pulling the covers to my chin asked the deserted room a question. "Godric, when I was younger I didn't talk much right?" to an on looker or a reader I must sound strange to first put the word deserted and then talk to some one. Though to my ears it sounded perfectly logical. Godric showed up when I asked but did not sit around all day.
"Not to most, but to some yes" he sat gently in the chair at the desk. "Godric will you tell me a story from when you where younger?" I asked. Wondering how he was as a child. He gave me a warm smile and started slowly but then continued faster.
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Real chapter 12
In the morning, I woke to the east rising sun. Throwing the blanket that half covered my body back I walked to the door. I could hear Sirus, down stairs. Not bothering to change from my pajamas, I briskly walked into the halls. As I reached the stairs, the voices became louder, no longer mumbles I could not decode.
"Hello young master, Harry". Regan's soft voice spoke to my left. I turned and smiled to the painted child no older then I. "Good morning Regan, what is everyone doing down stairs. He giggled and smiled crookedly, as if leaving me out of a funny joke. "Oh they told me not to tell, nope, can't tell young master, so sorry". He waved his finger at me, and evened out his smile.
"Oh well, I'll wait". I tapped my foot in a rhythm, I remembered from a song, though I was not sure which. Regan furrowed his brow and, tilted his head in a way that with his childish look reminded me of a confused puppy who had seen, or heard a new thing. "You don't want to know?" I let the words linger in the air before shrugging, "nah, I can wait".
I passed the time by humming new tunes. I could tell Regan, was bored though I was to a certain extent enjoying myself. "Are you sure you don't want to know?" I continued my song, knowing if I answered he would only persist to ask. I summoned my notebook and began to write.
Life is a world wind of thought, An over whelming need to exceed Something one in many does.
I looked to my writing and smiled proudly. I snapped my fingers and the notebook returned to the bottom right hand side of my desk. "I'll go wake up Harry. Lilly can I use ice?" Sirus joked. "Sirus black, if you dare do such a thing you will find yourself in turn, soaked to the bone" my mother promptly called down the hall.
"Alright, Lilly darling, I know you care." Sirus walked backwards to the stairs. "Can you really soak me in water, it might be fun" I asked, as he nearly knocked me over. In a swift movement he fell, and quickly fearing I was beneath him scrambled to his feet. "Can you?" he breathed a heavy sigh as he caught a glance of me, unhurt.
"How do you do that, Harry?" the question was asked with a wide smile, yet I felt my heart sink. Remembering how many times I had used that very movement for survival, not to play a prank on my godfather. "Donno". I mumbled the two words together. "Hey Harry want to come decorate the tree with us?" Sirus asked knowing fully well were I had learned the escape tactic.
Warning: THERE WAS A MISTAKE IN CHAPTER 11, A DELETED SCENE IT'S RIGHT BELOW.
Kayla: he didn't, even I can fake a happy mood and, Harry is doing just that. He's trying to please.
Linds (linds9070@aol.com): thank you!
Iniysa: I am sorry but that is not the plot, you are welcome to write a thing like that (just don't copy a thing from mine lol) I would love to read it.
Rachel A. Prongs: it's an AU. Sorry for not telling anyone that.
Serena Cherry: he's faking the calm cool thing, and if all goes as planed you will be seeing Harry on a broom.
Kayla: it's been a year there is a bit of chapter that must have not saved below so sorry.
Deleted part
As I slowly walked to bed that night I wondered of the one secret my parents still held out of my reach, where they had been before they had come to get me, why every one had thought them dead and, why if they were alive had they left me with my aunt and uncle. Some how it nagged; pulled at the back of my mind. Would they ever leave me again?
I walked to my desk and crossed out another day on the calendar, smiling silently. I had been with them more then a year and that year seemed so short. Quietly I tiptoed to my bed and, pulling the covers to my chin asked the deserted room a question. "Godric, when I was younger I didn't talk much right?" to an on looker or a reader I must sound strange to first put the word deserted and then talk to some one. Though to my ears it sounded perfectly logical. Godric showed up when I asked but did not sit around all day.
"Not to most, but to some yes" he sat gently in the chair at the desk. "Godric will you tell me a story from when you where younger?" I asked. Wondering how he was as a child. He gave me a warm smile and started slowly but then continued faster.
____________
Real chapter 12
In the morning, I woke to the east rising sun. Throwing the blanket that half covered my body back I walked to the door. I could hear Sirus, down stairs. Not bothering to change from my pajamas, I briskly walked into the halls. As I reached the stairs, the voices became louder, no longer mumbles I could not decode.
"Hello young master, Harry". Regan's soft voice spoke to my left. I turned and smiled to the painted child no older then I. "Good morning Regan, what is everyone doing down stairs. He giggled and smiled crookedly, as if leaving me out of a funny joke. "Oh they told me not to tell, nope, can't tell young master, so sorry". He waved his finger at me, and evened out his smile.
"Oh well, I'll wait". I tapped my foot in a rhythm, I remembered from a song, though I was not sure which. Regan furrowed his brow and, tilted his head in a way that with his childish look reminded me of a confused puppy who had seen, or heard a new thing. "You don't want to know?" I let the words linger in the air before shrugging, "nah, I can wait".
I passed the time by humming new tunes. I could tell Regan, was bored though I was to a certain extent enjoying myself. "Are you sure you don't want to know?" I continued my song, knowing if I answered he would only persist to ask. I summoned my notebook and began to write.
Life is a world wind of thought, An over whelming need to exceed Something one in many does.
I looked to my writing and smiled proudly. I snapped my fingers and the notebook returned to the bottom right hand side of my desk. "I'll go wake up Harry. Lilly can I use ice?" Sirus joked. "Sirus black, if you dare do such a thing you will find yourself in turn, soaked to the bone" my mother promptly called down the hall.
"Alright, Lilly darling, I know you care." Sirus walked backwards to the stairs. "Can you really soak me in water, it might be fun" I asked, as he nearly knocked me over. In a swift movement he fell, and quickly fearing I was beneath him scrambled to his feet. "Can you?" he breathed a heavy sigh as he caught a glance of me, unhurt.
"How do you do that, Harry?" the question was asked with a wide smile, yet I felt my heart sink. Remembering how many times I had used that very movement for survival, not to play a prank on my godfather. "Donno". I mumbled the two words together. "Hey Harry want to come decorate the tree with us?" Sirus asked knowing fully well were I had learned the escape tactic.