Sorry it took so long ot update. Amare, my muse for this month, ran away and I had to hunt her down and find her. But she said she'd stay for an hour or so just so that I could finish Chapter 6.
Here 'tis!
Chapter 6
It must have been almost an hour later when her tears finally stopped and she lifted her face from his shoulder.
He smiled at her and encouraged her to finish.
She took one more deep breath and started the second part of her story.
"After that little incident at my house, that bastard minister, Fudge, made sure I was kept in St. Mungo's until I was almost 9. That's when they realized that I wasn't crazy, just that I shouldn't touch others. I was extremely pissed, and they apologized profusely. The minister gave me a bunch of money to try and compensate for what he did. I freaked out on him and told him that no amount of money could give me my childhood back. He at least had the decency to look ashamed. He shouldn't be in office. ."
"Anyways, after that, I went to live with my aunt and uncle. My aunt was my dad's sister and was a squib and my uncle is a muggle so my aunt had already explained to him all about magic. But she was angry that she didn't recieve any magical blood from her parents, yet my dad did, so she fobid me to use magic or touch anything magical, lest it help me be able to use any of my powers. My uncle was very understanding and encouraged me to use my powers and play with magical things as much as possible. They had no children of their own so they saw me as the daughter they never had."
"Their different views on the matter of my using magic caused a rift between them and drove them apart. They got a divorce when I was 10. My aunt won custody and I haven't seen my uncle since. My aunt constantly reminded me that I was a freak because I knew what she thought of me and felt about me. I guess it made her uncomfortable. She never let me leave the house, afraid I would encounter other magical children and learn more about the magical world from them. She told me she was protecting me from the cruel world ouside; told me none of the other kids wanted to play with a freak like me. After hearing it repeated so often, I believed it. I still do. I have been reading up on it as much as I can and I am the only wizard in the world, or in the history of the world, who has powers like me. I am a freak."
Harry tried to interupt here but she wouldn't let him and quickly continued her tale.
"Well, as you can probably guess, she was furious when I recieved my Hogwarts letter. She tore it to shreds and forbade me to go. I cried all day, thinking I could never get away."
"I decided to runaway and find another witch or wizard who was willing to teach me all I needed to know. I got a wand at an out of the way wand shop, and spent 4 years at various places learning everything I could about magic. The cops caught me and brought me home. My aunt was so angry she wouldn't speak to me for a week, and after that it was only short, clipped tones and only when she needed to."
"The letters stared arriving again last august, my aunt hid them from me. I woke up one morning to my aunt screaming in rage. I rushed downstairs to see her tearing up another letter over and over again but no matter how many times she ripped it, it would just repair itself and look good as new. She gave up, shoved the letter into my hands, and told me to pack. I grabbed the trunk I already had; it was given to me by my uncle. I threw everything I thought I would need into it and rushed downstairs. I found my aunt in the living room. She handed me the key to my vault, and a handful of floo powder, told me what to do, to never come back, and left."
"I went to the Leaky Cauldron and got help into Diagon Alley, got everything I needed, spent the remainder of the summer in Flourish and Blotts reading up on everything about the Wizarding World from any book I could get my hands on. This is where I discovered I was exactly what my aunt told me I was; a freak. I got to Hogwarts just fine. Dumbledoor knew of my predicament and came and collected me at the Leaky Cauldron; I had been staying there. I was sorted seperatly after they tested me on my knowledge to see which year I should go to. And here I am."
Harry was speechless. A prior St. Mungo's inmate and a runaway. He sure seemed to find the most interesting people. He smiled.
"You've led quite a life. And I thought my home life was bad." He said quitetly. she smiled and stifled a yawn.
"Tired?" He asked.
She nodded.
"Wanna head back?"
She imediately shook her head.
Harry laughed. "Are you going to stay here then?"
"May I?"
He nodded. "Of course. I'll take the couch."
She looked slightly nervous. "Um, Harry? Could you, uh, I mean, can I, um..." She looked at him. "Will you sleep with me?"
That got Harry's atention. He turned to her with a look that seemed to mean 'huh?!'
She started laughing and almost fell off the couch.
After a minute, she finally got a hold of herself enough to look at him.
"You perv! Sleep as in actually sleeping! Get your mind out of the gutter!" She burst into another round of laughter.
Harry relaxed a bit and laughed embarassedly.
She regained her composure once more. "So will you?"
He nodded affirmatively and headed toward the bed, pulling off his shirt as he went. He turned around when he felt eyes boring into him. He smiled sheepishly and squirmed under her stare.
"Do you mind if I sleep like this?" He asked, gesturing to his half-naked form.
She got up and walked across the room to him and ran her hands down his toned stomach. "Quidditch sure treats you good." He blushed and jumped from her hands actions. (AN: He's tickelish! Isn't that adorable? ^_^) "And, no, I don't mind." She turned away and pulled off her long sleeved shirt to reveal a thin grey tanktop.
Harry blushed darker.
She turned to face him again with a smirk. Before taking a running leap at the bed, twirling mid air to land on her back on top of the soft comforter. Harry followed her at a more leisurely pace, and climbed on to the bed, laying down next her her.
She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.
"You're no fun."
He smiled and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
She smiled and turned to him, kissing him softly on the mouth.
Harry laid back on the pillows, with a deep sigh.
~Tonight was perfect.~
"More that perfect." She said, snuggling up to him.
Harry jumped at her response to his silent statement.
She giggled and looked a little uncomfortable. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
He tilted her face up to look into her eyes and kissed her.
"Can you send thoughts as well as you can hear them?" He asked.
She shrugged.
"Mind if I try?" She asked.
"Not at all."
She closed her eyes and tried to send a simple thought to Harry.
~You're amazing...~
~I could say the same about you~ He thought.
~It works?~
~Yep, it works.~
~Yes! Something to keep us occupied in History of Magic!~
He laughed and kissed her again, slowly and passionately. She responded with the same passion, tangling her fingers in his hair and wrapping her leg between his. His hand moved of its own accord, touching her wherever it could reach; trying to memorize each and every part of her. When he ran his hand over the small portion of exposed skin on her lower back where her top had ridden up, she let out a small moan, redoubling her engery and passion in the kiss. She moved so that she was on top of him, allowing him the use of both hands; she had been laying on his shoulder, trapping his other arm. Her kisses soon moved down to his throat once more. He arched his neck to give her more access. She smirked and nuzzled the collar of his shirt out of the way. She kissed down to his shoulder, sucking hard where it met his neck, and then soothing her rough treatment with her tounge. She bit down on his shoulder, not hard enough to hurt a lot, but enough to make him jump, which is exactly what he did, while giving a quiet, startled, yet passion filled cry before flipping her over and kissing her hard. She moaned into the kiss, giving in eagerly. They broke apart when the need for air became to great. They were both breathing hard as they looked at one another.
Harry flopped down on his back and gave a contented sigh. Trinity snuggled up next to him. He wrapped his arm around her and she laid her head on his chest. Harry took off his glasses and banished them to the bedside table before saying a spell to dim the lights. He kissed the top of her head and was answered with a small smile and a murmur. She was already asleep. He wrapped placed his arm back around her and fell asleep soon afterwards.
Well? Please respond! I'm already a third of the way through chapter 7! So I have an excuse for the long wait! It will be up soon!
Much Luv,
Trinity-Kiku
Here 'tis!
Chapter 6
It must have been almost an hour later when her tears finally stopped and she lifted her face from his shoulder.
He smiled at her and encouraged her to finish.
She took one more deep breath and started the second part of her story.
"After that little incident at my house, that bastard minister, Fudge, made sure I was kept in St. Mungo's until I was almost 9. That's when they realized that I wasn't crazy, just that I shouldn't touch others. I was extremely pissed, and they apologized profusely. The minister gave me a bunch of money to try and compensate for what he did. I freaked out on him and told him that no amount of money could give me my childhood back. He at least had the decency to look ashamed. He shouldn't be in office. ."
"Anyways, after that, I went to live with my aunt and uncle. My aunt was my dad's sister and was a squib and my uncle is a muggle so my aunt had already explained to him all about magic. But she was angry that she didn't recieve any magical blood from her parents, yet my dad did, so she fobid me to use magic or touch anything magical, lest it help me be able to use any of my powers. My uncle was very understanding and encouraged me to use my powers and play with magical things as much as possible. They had no children of their own so they saw me as the daughter they never had."
"Their different views on the matter of my using magic caused a rift between them and drove them apart. They got a divorce when I was 10. My aunt won custody and I haven't seen my uncle since. My aunt constantly reminded me that I was a freak because I knew what she thought of me and felt about me. I guess it made her uncomfortable. She never let me leave the house, afraid I would encounter other magical children and learn more about the magical world from them. She told me she was protecting me from the cruel world ouside; told me none of the other kids wanted to play with a freak like me. After hearing it repeated so often, I believed it. I still do. I have been reading up on it as much as I can and I am the only wizard in the world, or in the history of the world, who has powers like me. I am a freak."
Harry tried to interupt here but she wouldn't let him and quickly continued her tale.
"Well, as you can probably guess, she was furious when I recieved my Hogwarts letter. She tore it to shreds and forbade me to go. I cried all day, thinking I could never get away."
"I decided to runaway and find another witch or wizard who was willing to teach me all I needed to know. I got a wand at an out of the way wand shop, and spent 4 years at various places learning everything I could about magic. The cops caught me and brought me home. My aunt was so angry she wouldn't speak to me for a week, and after that it was only short, clipped tones and only when she needed to."
"The letters stared arriving again last august, my aunt hid them from me. I woke up one morning to my aunt screaming in rage. I rushed downstairs to see her tearing up another letter over and over again but no matter how many times she ripped it, it would just repair itself and look good as new. She gave up, shoved the letter into my hands, and told me to pack. I grabbed the trunk I already had; it was given to me by my uncle. I threw everything I thought I would need into it and rushed downstairs. I found my aunt in the living room. She handed me the key to my vault, and a handful of floo powder, told me what to do, to never come back, and left."
"I went to the Leaky Cauldron and got help into Diagon Alley, got everything I needed, spent the remainder of the summer in Flourish and Blotts reading up on everything about the Wizarding World from any book I could get my hands on. This is where I discovered I was exactly what my aunt told me I was; a freak. I got to Hogwarts just fine. Dumbledoor knew of my predicament and came and collected me at the Leaky Cauldron; I had been staying there. I was sorted seperatly after they tested me on my knowledge to see which year I should go to. And here I am."
Harry was speechless. A prior St. Mungo's inmate and a runaway. He sure seemed to find the most interesting people. He smiled.
"You've led quite a life. And I thought my home life was bad." He said quitetly. she smiled and stifled a yawn.
"Tired?" He asked.
She nodded.
"Wanna head back?"
She imediately shook her head.
Harry laughed. "Are you going to stay here then?"
"May I?"
He nodded. "Of course. I'll take the couch."
She looked slightly nervous. "Um, Harry? Could you, uh, I mean, can I, um..." She looked at him. "Will you sleep with me?"
That got Harry's atention. He turned to her with a look that seemed to mean 'huh?!'
She started laughing and almost fell off the couch.
After a minute, she finally got a hold of herself enough to look at him.
"You perv! Sleep as in actually sleeping! Get your mind out of the gutter!" She burst into another round of laughter.
Harry relaxed a bit and laughed embarassedly.
She regained her composure once more. "So will you?"
He nodded affirmatively and headed toward the bed, pulling off his shirt as he went. He turned around when he felt eyes boring into him. He smiled sheepishly and squirmed under her stare.
"Do you mind if I sleep like this?" He asked, gesturing to his half-naked form.
She got up and walked across the room to him and ran her hands down his toned stomach. "Quidditch sure treats you good." He blushed and jumped from her hands actions. (AN: He's tickelish! Isn't that adorable? ^_^) "And, no, I don't mind." She turned away and pulled off her long sleeved shirt to reveal a thin grey tanktop.
Harry blushed darker.
She turned to face him again with a smirk. Before taking a running leap at the bed, twirling mid air to land on her back on top of the soft comforter. Harry followed her at a more leisurely pace, and climbed on to the bed, laying down next her her.
She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.
"You're no fun."
He smiled and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
She smiled and turned to him, kissing him softly on the mouth.
Harry laid back on the pillows, with a deep sigh.
~Tonight was perfect.~
"More that perfect." She said, snuggling up to him.
Harry jumped at her response to his silent statement.
She giggled and looked a little uncomfortable. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
He tilted her face up to look into her eyes and kissed her.
"Can you send thoughts as well as you can hear them?" He asked.
She shrugged.
"Mind if I try?" She asked.
"Not at all."
She closed her eyes and tried to send a simple thought to Harry.
~You're amazing...~
~I could say the same about you~ He thought.
~It works?~
~Yep, it works.~
~Yes! Something to keep us occupied in History of Magic!~
He laughed and kissed her again, slowly and passionately. She responded with the same passion, tangling her fingers in his hair and wrapping her leg between his. His hand moved of its own accord, touching her wherever it could reach; trying to memorize each and every part of her. When he ran his hand over the small portion of exposed skin on her lower back where her top had ridden up, she let out a small moan, redoubling her engery and passion in the kiss. She moved so that she was on top of him, allowing him the use of both hands; she had been laying on his shoulder, trapping his other arm. Her kisses soon moved down to his throat once more. He arched his neck to give her more access. She smirked and nuzzled the collar of his shirt out of the way. She kissed down to his shoulder, sucking hard where it met his neck, and then soothing her rough treatment with her tounge. She bit down on his shoulder, not hard enough to hurt a lot, but enough to make him jump, which is exactly what he did, while giving a quiet, startled, yet passion filled cry before flipping her over and kissing her hard. She moaned into the kiss, giving in eagerly. They broke apart when the need for air became to great. They were both breathing hard as they looked at one another.
Harry flopped down on his back and gave a contented sigh. Trinity snuggled up next to him. He wrapped his arm around her and she laid her head on his chest. Harry took off his glasses and banished them to the bedside table before saying a spell to dim the lights. He kissed the top of her head and was answered with a small smile and a murmur. She was already asleep. He wrapped placed his arm back around her and fell asleep soon afterwards.
Well? Please respond! I'm already a third of the way through chapter 7! So I have an excuse for the long wait! It will be up soon!
Much Luv,
Trinity-Kiku