"Love Is Blind"

Chapter 2: "Accompaniment"

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Monsieur ran down the steps to the sleeping room and yelled: "Everything is fine! Go back to sleep!"

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Two weeks had passed and Harry could see the outline of the French shores. Those splendid weeks slid by with Harry and Sara having wonderful conversations underneath the stars. But today, Harry wasn't at all happy. It was early in the morning, and he had had nightmares from what Sara had told him last night.

She had told him: "The truth sets people free."

And since then, the fact that Sara had known that his name was Matt Clark just disturbed him so much. He knew that Sara knows absolutely nothing about his true identity and of his magic past that he had left behind.

But those conversations were what Harry worked all day for. Working hard, then getting to talk to one of the most beautiful women on the Earth. Yes, those conversations made his day. He had wished every night since he had met her that she could just suddenly see and they could really look into each other's eyes. That was all that he wanted.

"Sara, come down here at once!" screamed Monsieur De Lamine from the stern of the ship.

Harry looked up and watched as Sara gracefully swung down the masts with Swallow following behind her, flapping its wings wildly. He watched her hair fly back with the cool wind. He watched her same pale white dress ruffle with the sea breeze.

"Yes, Monsieur?" asked Sara as she landed steadily onto the wooden planks.

"We need to know our precise location. See to it at once." Monsieur De Lamine turned and walked away, hands behind his back, his boots clinking as they hit the planks.

"Yes, Monsieur," Sara answered unknowingly that he had left. She turned around and her hands were in the air, swinging around, looking for the rope that had brought her down. Harry began to walk toward her direction to help her, but Swallow had placed the rope neatly onto her hands.

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That afternoon, they had already reached the French shores. Monsieur was the first one to leave the ship, Hector and the other crewmen following. Harry stayed on the ship, and walked slowly down to the sleeping room to gather his things.

He looked around the sleeping room to see only whitewash walls and white cots. Sighing, he walked back up the steps with his duffel bag. Sara was standing right on the first step with Swallow on her shoulder.

"Oh, Sara, hello," Harry said in a surprised tone.

"Hello, Matt. Why are you so . . . surprised that I am here?" asked Sara.

"Because I had thought Hector or Finn had helped you off the ship already. And you still being here rather surprised me."

"And you thought that you were the only one left on this ship?" Sara asked as Harry took her hand and helped her off the steps.

"Well, yes."

"Is this where we shall depart from each other's lovely company?" asked Sara, looking up in the direction of the ocean, completely missing Harry's face.

"Is this where you must get off?" asked Harry.

"Yes, Matt."

"Where are you headed?"

"I'm sort of not really heading anywhere in particular."

"Did you leave home for no reason whatsoever?"

"Basically."

"Would you like to accompany me on my voyage?"

"I don't want to impose-"

"Nonsense. I need you to grace me with your presence."

Sara laughed and smiled. Oh how she wished she could see into his eyes! It hurt her so much that she didn't know what he looked like, or what wonderful color his eyes were. She enjoyed the touch of his hand on hers, but it didn't help her with what he looked like.

"Okay then," Harry said. "It's settled. You are coming with me."

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That night, Harry had taken Sara-and her murderous bird-to a motel: one room, one bed. Harry took the floor.

When it was about time for them to drift off into La-la Land, Harry helped Sara get ready for bed. He handed Sara her things and helped her feed Swallow right before it decided to bite Harry.

Harry lay on the floor and closed his eyes. It was now ten p.m. Sara had fallen asleep at eight. Harry was left to think about things.

Then it hit him. Why did he ask to take Sara? Why? Wasn't it dangerous, with Voldemort on the bloody streets going after Harry? Apparently, his brain was dead while he asked her to come with him. She as like a beautiful angel-like a drug that all you had to do was look at her and you were instantly drunk.

His mind was racing with questions of what would happen if Voldemort ever found him-with Sara. He couldn't let that happen! He couldn't!

And then, the telephone rang and it carried news that struck Harry to the floor.

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A/N: Okay, um, sorry that wasn't a long chappy. I hope it was okay.