Disclaimer: Do we have to go through this again? Not mine, not yours :(
Authors Note: I know we want Ginny/Harry action but your gonna have to wait ok, this is going to lead on to that ok? Thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter- I asked for 10 reviews and I got 15!!! YAY!
Sorry about the wait- writers block, exams, homework essays (by hand people, I can't write fast by hand), revision FOR GERMAN TESTS AND I CAN'T DO ANY OF IT, tonsillitis AGAIN, a maths project, a science project and my mum saying no computer until my room is tidy (which is not going to happen) didn't help.
And they that your school days are the best of your life- PAH -that person obviously didn't go to my school.
So, please expect my apology.
WARNING: EXCESSIVE US OF THE WORD 'SIGH' OR 'SIGHING'- YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Chapter 11:
Harry stood in the middle of the road just looking around and smiling like a deranged person.
It had been so long since he had walked down this street but he still knew his way around, he still knew every little side alley and even the pothole was there to greet him.
The sun was shining weakly through the clouds that ran for as far as the eye could see on the sky- looming dark grey.
Running his fingers through his hair for no reason he threw the carton of orange juice he had been drinking in the bin on the pavement. Removing his sunglasses he gazed down at the sign by him to make sure he had got it right,
Watson Road.
He had found it.
When he returned to work he had to research what curse Malfoy had used, it was tedious work but no one was letting him or Mark near a wand. But, when Mark got wind of this he made up an excuse saying his head still hurt which was an improvement on his last reason- apparently he could open his eyes.
So when Harry stumbled on a file, Magical Personnel Working the Muggle work, he couldn't resist a peak and found Hermione Granger still living with a Mr. Ron Weasley.
Still living in there old house as well, he couldn't ask for anything better though he had a shrewd feeling that Ron had turned his room into a shrine to the Chudley Cannons. Before Hermione had only let him stick his posters in the bathroom.
He strode down the pavement suddenly aware that there was no sound apart from the wind and the sound of a couple of crows flying over. People's hangovers should have disappeared by now and the only reason he was working now was to stay away from the house- and Paige.
Paige, that was whole different ball of wool.
There was something different about her- not in the way that someone's distinctive it was just sometimes he got the feeling that she didn't tell him the whole truth. He swallowed with difficultly as he remembered that not all the memories from the New Years Party were bad.
He had arrived out side now and he searched the house for any sign of life. There was no car but they didn't need one and only the sitting room curtains were open.
Knowing that he was more than likely to bolt if he didn't go now, Harry took a step forward onto the black tarmac drive. His legs were controlling him- not his brain.
If his mind had control he'd be catching the bus that just passed by at the other end of the road.
Ringing the doorbell twice he patiently waited for a moment and tried to kid himself that no one was home but if his memory was correct Ron would still be begging for a job.
Sighing as his conscience battled the decision out, he turned around and faced the quiet muggle street once more.
He had no idea why they had moved here. It was like Privet Drive all over again expect the people here went on the wild side- they had garden gnomes.
Almost all of the hedges were levelled of to perfection and the only movement he could see was a white paper bag dancing in the wind along the pavement.
"Can I help you?"
Harry turned around and faced a very tired looking Ron standing in the door way with a piece of toast half eaten in his hand. He was leaning on the door frame and now had his mouth slightly agape,
"Er," Harry said miserably as a wave of guilt washed over him, "Hi,"
The next thing he knew was Ron had punched him in the eye- hard. He stumbled blindly back having not expected the blow and muttered,
"Holy crap Ron,"
Ron took a step out of the door way and walked over to him- Harry straightened up quickly and squinted up at him through his now swollen eye,
"Where do you think you've been?" he yelled at him hoarsely, his voice breaking slightly making Harry think he was about to cry but he could never tell with his eye like this, "You little-"
"I had to," he interrupted, his voice now only just below a shout, "It was endangering you and Hermione,"
Ron just snorted and looked around as if looking for support,
"He knows who your friends are Harry," he said the venom oozing out of his voice not quite covering the look in his eyes and not even bothering to clarify who 'he' was, "I think it was a little late to bail out,"
"Exactly," Harry replied slowly, "I didn't want you to suffer like your parents and Ginny just because of me,"
Ron opened his mouth to say something but thought the better of it. Harry could see all the anger draining out of him replaced by something he couldn't quite name.
"God I'm sorry," he murmured raking his fingers through his sticky hair, "Are you okay? We came down and all we found was a note. We thought you'd been kidnapped or something."
"Don't," Harry butted in seeing that this wasn't going to go anywhere good. He hadn't exactly forgot that everyone thought Ginny dead when he knew she had gone to the north. Ron was a skin was as white as paper and making his freckles stand out even more.
Thunder cracked across the sky with cold, harsh rain hard on its heels but neither of the people on the driveway moved or made any move to do so.
Suddenly he felt Ron arms wrapped around him and squeezing him tightly, which he returned gratefully until Ron called into the house,
"Mione'," he yelled, grinning now, "We have a visitor!"
The sound of foots running down a flight of steps and grumbling were the only things audible over the ever-growing pitter-patter of the cold rain.
"Harry?" Hermione was now standing in the doorway, looking at the two people in the drive way in disbelieve. She rushed out and swept Harry up in a hug while Ron just smiled like an idiot.
"We've been so worried," she cried, finally letting him go and brushing the tears out her eyes that mingled with the rain before staring at his eye, "What have you do to your-"
Ron looking about looking as innocent as he could by scratching his shoulder, nose and arms several times,
"I banged it on a lamppost," Harry spluttered out the first thing that came into his head and tried his best to hide the cringe that followed it almost immediately.
He tried to keep his face as neutral as possible which was not helped by Ron suddenly had a coughing fit behind her frowning face,
"On a lamppost?" she repeated putting her hands on her hips and looking at him judging his honesty,
"Yeah," he replied not sure where this was going to go, "I wasn't looking where I was going- all that rain,"
"Hmm-mm,"
Ron dragged them both inside when he noticed that an old man was just standing on the pavement watching their argument on the path even though his dog had just shaken all of his wetness on him.
"Tea Harry?" Ron asked pushing him in,
"No thanks- coffee,"
Hermione just rolled her eyes and muttered 'typical'
~*~
Harry sat on the couch in the sitting room, which was pretty, much the same, fiddling with the handle of a cup of coffee. Life here hadn't changed a bit as far as he knew.
Ron and Hermione were having a heated argument in the kitchen and trying their best, but failing, to keep the noise to a minimum. Apparently Ron hadn't paid the milkman so they didn't have any milk in the house and no one wanted to go out in the pouring rain.
He couldn't blame either of them and anyway, coffee with no milk suited his mood better.
Harry glanced out of the windows behind him and watched the waves of water batter themselves against anything in their way. Torrents of flowing water wound their way into the grids and into the drains below never to be seen again.
~*~
"Oh my god," Hermione gasped for the millionth time, "It's fantastic to see you- you've changed a lot,"
It had been like this for the past hour, Ron and Hermione sitting on the sofa opposite his just looking at him- Hermione just repeating the same phrase over and over whereas Ron was just giving him trivial pieces of advise. He had been around the house and was proved wrong about his old room being a shrine to Cuddely Cannons.
Instead it was a shrine to Hermione's work with all of it filled with paperwork and reports that were yet to be marked and driving her up the wall. She was now working at Hogwarts as a teacher.
It seemed that she loved school so much that she couldn't bear to leave it and was holding a position as an Arithmancy teacher- rumoured to be the next deputy head.
To Harry's surprise, Ron had a job as a liaison officer in the ministry covering up any accidents. He tried his hardest when Ron mentioned something about a big job on news year's eve.
"How're Fred and George?" Harry asked suddenly remembering them as Hermione offered him a biscuit out of the packet. Just as he was asking Ron was taking a bite out of his biscuit but set it down before answering darkly,
"There is something wrong with those two," he replied as Hermione snorted and muttered something sounding oddly like 'Has it taken you this long' into her tea, "They have a lime-green coloured store in Diagon alley with a sign in the front warning anyone with heart or back problems to stay away,"
Harry bit his lip to stop himself chuckling.
"Ron's in a mood with them," Hermione stated, brushing some crumbs off her jeans carefully and grinning at Ron, "They set a giant spider to land on his head the first time he came in," Ron narrowed her eyes at him and folded his arms and leaned back on the chair.
Hermione laughed and turned away from Ron,
"Where have you been living?"
It was the first question he had been given that didn't require some degree of deceit,
"West End actually,"
Ron sat up then looking impressed with all of his previous sulking vanished,
"Cool," commented Hermione, "I'm jealous- Ron didn't want to move from here,"
For some reason Ron stood up as if his seat just had a red-hot metal poker under it and rushed out of the room slamming the door behind him. Hermione looked as perplexed as he felt as they both watched him half-run out of the room,
"That's strange," Hermione said more to herself than Harry, "I usually have to nag him to close the door,"
~*~
"How could you afford to live in the West End Harry?" Ron asked having returned form whatever he had rushed out to do and getting an elbow in his ribs from Hermione, "I mean, they're not exactly cheap- even the apartments,"
Harry grinned lopsidedly as Ron shot Hermione a look through narrowed eyes while rubbing his ribs,
"I got a roommate,"
Hermione just nodded and took a sip of her tea quietly and Ron opened his mouth to ask something else but obviously thought the better of it.
Harry realised that he had so many more questions but there was something he knew he was missing between his best friends that he couldn't quite name.
They were acting different- just subtle things he had picked up on. He hadn't expected them to still be living together or at least living together without pulling each other's hair off.
Shrugging off the feeling for the moment, he drained his mug in one swallow before asking another question,
"How's Percy," he asked politely all to aware that the number of Weasley's were considerable less than when he remembered.
But Ron didn't say anything along those lines,
"Bored," he stated, rubbing his forehead tiredly because of the night shifts he had been working, "He can't get a promotion can he,"
Hermione rolled her eyes again and started drawing pictures with her fingers on the chair she was sitting on.
"Again, what Ron means is that he's jealous," she giggled poking him gently in the side before standing up, "Is that right sweetie?"
Ron choked on whatever coffee was left in his cup and the tips of his ears went slightly red and he handed his now empty cup over to her,
"While you up Hermione," he said through gritted teeth, "Could you get me another of coffee?"
Hermione frowned and sauntered out of the room ignoring Ron's outstretched arm with a empty cup in his hand and shut the down behind her.
Harry tried to keep the smirk down,
"Sweetie now is it?"
Ron narrowed his eyes dangerously,
"James Redwood now is it?"
This time Harry didn't have to force the smile down- it went faster than a fox down a hole.
~*~
"We were going to see come and see you soon Harry," stuttered Hermione as she watched his face turn from a shade of pink to white unnaturally quickly.
Harry swallowed dryly,
"How did you know," he asked Ron whose only answer was to point at Hermione, "I was the only one who knew,"
Both of them were now avoiding his eyes,
"Well?" he prompted now a new emotion was coming over him. Ron shifted his weight for the ninth time,
"Tell him Hermione,"
Ron's only answer was a glare,
"It was too easy Harry," she said slowly fiddling with a lock of hair, "You just need a pass in the ministry."
Harry didn't wait to hear the rest; instead he stood up and walked over to the phone in their hallway with one thought on his mind,
Paige.
If the Deatheaters got her he didn't know what he would do- she was really the only person that they could get James Redwood with and if they knew that James = Harry she would be dead. Harry Potter was all but invincible but James Redwood was a different matter.
All they needed was the girl.
He typed the number in as fast as his shaking fingers would let him and waited- the twenty seconds for an answer seemed like a lifetime. Ron and Hermione were in the hallway looking at him strangely as he drummed his finger impatiently as the ring tone never seemed end.
"Hey there," came the voice on the other end of the phone but just as Harry was about to reply the rest of the message kicked in,
"You've reached James Redwood's answering machine. Sorry, I'm not in and if you're after Paige she's probable skiving so leave your message after the beep-"
How was he supposed to put this delicately?
"Er, hi Paige," he started paying no attention to Ron's smirk by turning his back on them, "Are you there? Hello? Well, um, just be careful and don't go off anywhere."
A horrible screeching reached his ears and a cruel laugh followed signalling that someone had picked up the phone.
"Paige?" he questioned pretty sure that it wasn't her but asking all the same to keep the he feeling of looming at bay, "Is that you?"
The laughter stopped and a strange hissing replaced it saying something that he wished he couldn't understand,
"Can Harry Potter come out to play?"
Authors Note:
Yes, yes
No prizes for guessing where I stole the last line- I was watching it last night cos- if you haven't already read- I had a computer ban cos my room looked like a bombsite.
I'm trying to think what to do to the, if I get one, 100th reviewer for this fic. MMMM
Maybe I need a beta reader
ANYWAY, don't forget to review
Go on- press that button,
Happiness doesn't cost anything- just that button
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Authors Note: I know we want Ginny/Harry action but your gonna have to wait ok, this is going to lead on to that ok? Thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter- I asked for 10 reviews and I got 15!!! YAY!
Sorry about the wait- writers block, exams, homework essays (by hand people, I can't write fast by hand), revision FOR GERMAN TESTS AND I CAN'T DO ANY OF IT, tonsillitis AGAIN, a maths project, a science project and my mum saying no computer until my room is tidy (which is not going to happen) didn't help.
And they that your school days are the best of your life- PAH -that person obviously didn't go to my school.
So, please expect my apology.
WARNING: EXCESSIVE US OF THE WORD 'SIGH' OR 'SIGHING'- YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Chapter 11:
Harry stood in the middle of the road just looking around and smiling like a deranged person.
It had been so long since he had walked down this street but he still knew his way around, he still knew every little side alley and even the pothole was there to greet him.
The sun was shining weakly through the clouds that ran for as far as the eye could see on the sky- looming dark grey.
Running his fingers through his hair for no reason he threw the carton of orange juice he had been drinking in the bin on the pavement. Removing his sunglasses he gazed down at the sign by him to make sure he had got it right,
Watson Road.
He had found it.
When he returned to work he had to research what curse Malfoy had used, it was tedious work but no one was letting him or Mark near a wand. But, when Mark got wind of this he made up an excuse saying his head still hurt which was an improvement on his last reason- apparently he could open his eyes.
So when Harry stumbled on a file, Magical Personnel Working the Muggle work, he couldn't resist a peak and found Hermione Granger still living with a Mr. Ron Weasley.
Still living in there old house as well, he couldn't ask for anything better though he had a shrewd feeling that Ron had turned his room into a shrine to the Chudley Cannons. Before Hermione had only let him stick his posters in the bathroom.
He strode down the pavement suddenly aware that there was no sound apart from the wind and the sound of a couple of crows flying over. People's hangovers should have disappeared by now and the only reason he was working now was to stay away from the house- and Paige.
Paige, that was whole different ball of wool.
There was something different about her- not in the way that someone's distinctive it was just sometimes he got the feeling that she didn't tell him the whole truth. He swallowed with difficultly as he remembered that not all the memories from the New Years Party were bad.
He had arrived out side now and he searched the house for any sign of life. There was no car but they didn't need one and only the sitting room curtains were open.
Knowing that he was more than likely to bolt if he didn't go now, Harry took a step forward onto the black tarmac drive. His legs were controlling him- not his brain.
If his mind had control he'd be catching the bus that just passed by at the other end of the road.
Ringing the doorbell twice he patiently waited for a moment and tried to kid himself that no one was home but if his memory was correct Ron would still be begging for a job.
Sighing as his conscience battled the decision out, he turned around and faced the quiet muggle street once more.
He had no idea why they had moved here. It was like Privet Drive all over again expect the people here went on the wild side- they had garden gnomes.
Almost all of the hedges were levelled of to perfection and the only movement he could see was a white paper bag dancing in the wind along the pavement.
"Can I help you?"
Harry turned around and faced a very tired looking Ron standing in the door way with a piece of toast half eaten in his hand. He was leaning on the door frame and now had his mouth slightly agape,
"Er," Harry said miserably as a wave of guilt washed over him, "Hi,"
The next thing he knew was Ron had punched him in the eye- hard. He stumbled blindly back having not expected the blow and muttered,
"Holy crap Ron,"
Ron took a step out of the door way and walked over to him- Harry straightened up quickly and squinted up at him through his now swollen eye,
"Where do you think you've been?" he yelled at him hoarsely, his voice breaking slightly making Harry think he was about to cry but he could never tell with his eye like this, "You little-"
"I had to," he interrupted, his voice now only just below a shout, "It was endangering you and Hermione,"
Ron just snorted and looked around as if looking for support,
"He knows who your friends are Harry," he said the venom oozing out of his voice not quite covering the look in his eyes and not even bothering to clarify who 'he' was, "I think it was a little late to bail out,"
"Exactly," Harry replied slowly, "I didn't want you to suffer like your parents and Ginny just because of me,"
Ron opened his mouth to say something but thought the better of it. Harry could see all the anger draining out of him replaced by something he couldn't quite name.
"God I'm sorry," he murmured raking his fingers through his sticky hair, "Are you okay? We came down and all we found was a note. We thought you'd been kidnapped or something."
"Don't," Harry butted in seeing that this wasn't going to go anywhere good. He hadn't exactly forgot that everyone thought Ginny dead when he knew she had gone to the north. Ron was a skin was as white as paper and making his freckles stand out even more.
Thunder cracked across the sky with cold, harsh rain hard on its heels but neither of the people on the driveway moved or made any move to do so.
Suddenly he felt Ron arms wrapped around him and squeezing him tightly, which he returned gratefully until Ron called into the house,
"Mione'," he yelled, grinning now, "We have a visitor!"
The sound of foots running down a flight of steps and grumbling were the only things audible over the ever-growing pitter-patter of the cold rain.
"Harry?" Hermione was now standing in the doorway, looking at the two people in the drive way in disbelieve. She rushed out and swept Harry up in a hug while Ron just smiled like an idiot.
"We've been so worried," she cried, finally letting him go and brushing the tears out her eyes that mingled with the rain before staring at his eye, "What have you do to your-"
Ron looking about looking as innocent as he could by scratching his shoulder, nose and arms several times,
"I banged it on a lamppost," Harry spluttered out the first thing that came into his head and tried his best to hide the cringe that followed it almost immediately.
He tried to keep his face as neutral as possible which was not helped by Ron suddenly had a coughing fit behind her frowning face,
"On a lamppost?" she repeated putting her hands on her hips and looking at him judging his honesty,
"Yeah," he replied not sure where this was going to go, "I wasn't looking where I was going- all that rain,"
"Hmm-mm,"
Ron dragged them both inside when he noticed that an old man was just standing on the pavement watching their argument on the path even though his dog had just shaken all of his wetness on him.
"Tea Harry?" Ron asked pushing him in,
"No thanks- coffee,"
Hermione just rolled her eyes and muttered 'typical'
~*~
Harry sat on the couch in the sitting room, which was pretty, much the same, fiddling with the handle of a cup of coffee. Life here hadn't changed a bit as far as he knew.
Ron and Hermione were having a heated argument in the kitchen and trying their best, but failing, to keep the noise to a minimum. Apparently Ron hadn't paid the milkman so they didn't have any milk in the house and no one wanted to go out in the pouring rain.
He couldn't blame either of them and anyway, coffee with no milk suited his mood better.
Harry glanced out of the windows behind him and watched the waves of water batter themselves against anything in their way. Torrents of flowing water wound their way into the grids and into the drains below never to be seen again.
~*~
"Oh my god," Hermione gasped for the millionth time, "It's fantastic to see you- you've changed a lot,"
It had been like this for the past hour, Ron and Hermione sitting on the sofa opposite his just looking at him- Hermione just repeating the same phrase over and over whereas Ron was just giving him trivial pieces of advise. He had been around the house and was proved wrong about his old room being a shrine to Cuddely Cannons.
Instead it was a shrine to Hermione's work with all of it filled with paperwork and reports that were yet to be marked and driving her up the wall. She was now working at Hogwarts as a teacher.
It seemed that she loved school so much that she couldn't bear to leave it and was holding a position as an Arithmancy teacher- rumoured to be the next deputy head.
To Harry's surprise, Ron had a job as a liaison officer in the ministry covering up any accidents. He tried his hardest when Ron mentioned something about a big job on news year's eve.
"How're Fred and George?" Harry asked suddenly remembering them as Hermione offered him a biscuit out of the packet. Just as he was asking Ron was taking a bite out of his biscuit but set it down before answering darkly,
"There is something wrong with those two," he replied as Hermione snorted and muttered something sounding oddly like 'Has it taken you this long' into her tea, "They have a lime-green coloured store in Diagon alley with a sign in the front warning anyone with heart or back problems to stay away,"
Harry bit his lip to stop himself chuckling.
"Ron's in a mood with them," Hermione stated, brushing some crumbs off her jeans carefully and grinning at Ron, "They set a giant spider to land on his head the first time he came in," Ron narrowed her eyes at him and folded his arms and leaned back on the chair.
Hermione laughed and turned away from Ron,
"Where have you been living?"
It was the first question he had been given that didn't require some degree of deceit,
"West End actually,"
Ron sat up then looking impressed with all of his previous sulking vanished,
"Cool," commented Hermione, "I'm jealous- Ron didn't want to move from here,"
For some reason Ron stood up as if his seat just had a red-hot metal poker under it and rushed out of the room slamming the door behind him. Hermione looked as perplexed as he felt as they both watched him half-run out of the room,
"That's strange," Hermione said more to herself than Harry, "I usually have to nag him to close the door,"
~*~
"How could you afford to live in the West End Harry?" Ron asked having returned form whatever he had rushed out to do and getting an elbow in his ribs from Hermione, "I mean, they're not exactly cheap- even the apartments,"
Harry grinned lopsidedly as Ron shot Hermione a look through narrowed eyes while rubbing his ribs,
"I got a roommate,"
Hermione just nodded and took a sip of her tea quietly and Ron opened his mouth to ask something else but obviously thought the better of it.
Harry realised that he had so many more questions but there was something he knew he was missing between his best friends that he couldn't quite name.
They were acting different- just subtle things he had picked up on. He hadn't expected them to still be living together or at least living together without pulling each other's hair off.
Shrugging off the feeling for the moment, he drained his mug in one swallow before asking another question,
"How's Percy," he asked politely all to aware that the number of Weasley's were considerable less than when he remembered.
But Ron didn't say anything along those lines,
"Bored," he stated, rubbing his forehead tiredly because of the night shifts he had been working, "He can't get a promotion can he,"
Hermione rolled her eyes again and started drawing pictures with her fingers on the chair she was sitting on.
"Again, what Ron means is that he's jealous," she giggled poking him gently in the side before standing up, "Is that right sweetie?"
Ron choked on whatever coffee was left in his cup and the tips of his ears went slightly red and he handed his now empty cup over to her,
"While you up Hermione," he said through gritted teeth, "Could you get me another of coffee?"
Hermione frowned and sauntered out of the room ignoring Ron's outstretched arm with a empty cup in his hand and shut the down behind her.
Harry tried to keep the smirk down,
"Sweetie now is it?"
Ron narrowed his eyes dangerously,
"James Redwood now is it?"
This time Harry didn't have to force the smile down- it went faster than a fox down a hole.
~*~
"We were going to see come and see you soon Harry," stuttered Hermione as she watched his face turn from a shade of pink to white unnaturally quickly.
Harry swallowed dryly,
"How did you know," he asked Ron whose only answer was to point at Hermione, "I was the only one who knew,"
Both of them were now avoiding his eyes,
"Well?" he prompted now a new emotion was coming over him. Ron shifted his weight for the ninth time,
"Tell him Hermione,"
Ron's only answer was a glare,
"It was too easy Harry," she said slowly fiddling with a lock of hair, "You just need a pass in the ministry."
Harry didn't wait to hear the rest; instead he stood up and walked over to the phone in their hallway with one thought on his mind,
Paige.
If the Deatheaters got her he didn't know what he would do- she was really the only person that they could get James Redwood with and if they knew that James = Harry she would be dead. Harry Potter was all but invincible but James Redwood was a different matter.
All they needed was the girl.
He typed the number in as fast as his shaking fingers would let him and waited- the twenty seconds for an answer seemed like a lifetime. Ron and Hermione were in the hallway looking at him strangely as he drummed his finger impatiently as the ring tone never seemed end.
"Hey there," came the voice on the other end of the phone but just as Harry was about to reply the rest of the message kicked in,
"You've reached James Redwood's answering machine. Sorry, I'm not in and if you're after Paige she's probable skiving so leave your message after the beep-"
How was he supposed to put this delicately?
"Er, hi Paige," he started paying no attention to Ron's smirk by turning his back on them, "Are you there? Hello? Well, um, just be careful and don't go off anywhere."
A horrible screeching reached his ears and a cruel laugh followed signalling that someone had picked up the phone.
"Paige?" he questioned pretty sure that it wasn't her but asking all the same to keep the he feeling of looming at bay, "Is that you?"
The laughter stopped and a strange hissing replaced it saying something that he wished he couldn't understand,
"Can Harry Potter come out to play?"
Authors Note:
Yes, yes
No prizes for guessing where I stole the last line- I was watching it last night cos- if you haven't already read- I had a computer ban cos my room looked like a bombsite.
I'm trying to think what to do to the, if I get one, 100th reviewer for this fic. MMMM
Maybe I need a beta reader
ANYWAY, don't forget to review
Go on- press that button,
Happiness doesn't cost anything- just that button
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/