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Chapter 2
Harry stared at the top bunk as he listened to Ron's short, quick snores.
"Caroline..." muttered Harry to himself as he closed his eyes and thought back to her beautiful face, her dark eyes, her gorgeously soft hair.
Harry closed his eyes and drifted off to a dreamy place filled with visions of Caroline, visions he wouldn't have dreamed would ever come true.
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The sky turned a pink, orange color. Birds chirped and buzzed outside of the window and Mrs. Weasley, already up, placed dish after dish after dish of food on the table outside. There was most definitely not enough room in the house for them to eat.
Harry turned on his side and his eyes opened slowly, he stared at the door of Ron's room until he heard Ron groan as he tried to pull the sheets off of his body.
"Harry?" said Ron in a whisper, he wasn't sure if Harry was up. Harry tended to be a grouchy person first thing in the morning, especially if you woke him up when he was tired.
"Yeah, I'm up" said Harry as he pushed the covers off of his fairly warm body. Ron sat up slowly as Harry left the lower bunk and pulled on a shirt. He walked to the door and proceeded down the corridor to the small, quaint, Weasley bathroom.
Caroline exited the bathroom just as Harry turned the corner. He quickly flitted back behind the corner, in an effort to hide. Caroline's dark hair was dripping wet, and a very short, white towel was wrapped around her chest, just barely covering her body.
Harry turned his head and looked away, he felt that it was almost inappropriate to look at Caroline in such an outfit, although, he didn't mind looking.
Caroline continued in the opposite direction down the corridor to change back in to her clothing.
Harry rushed into the bathroom and quickly showered and shaved.
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Harry, Ron, Hermione, Caroline, Ginny, Percy, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, and the Weasley twins sat around the breakfast table, passing plate after plate of food.
Caroline stared at all of the food that was being passed, it was meat!
Caroline did not condone the slaughter of animals for food purposes or for the purpose of clothing.
She instead opted to eat only bread and jam and watch everyone else make pigs of themselves.
"Caroline," said Hermione. Caroline looked up and sat almost shocked for a few seconds. Hermione's hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail, her hair was gelled in the front and the normally poofy part of the ponytail was braided neatly. Hermione also had a dab of makeup on, just a slight amount, but it was enough to have an effect on Ron.
Ron stared at Hermione like a dog stares at a pork chop. It was embarrassing.
"Sorry, what?" said Caroline
"I wanted to know what happened this summer" whispered Hermione in a whisper so that only Hermione, Caroline, Harry, and Ron could hear.
"Gosh" said Caroline with a sigh "Do you remember Meara?" she said
Harry had filled Ron and Hermione in on the whole Meara Robert situation.
"Well, Meara and I sort of met this guy this summer. He was really nice and extremely cu.." Caroline trailed off as she saw the look on Harry's face.
"Anyways. He sort of got Meara to go to the dark side if you know what I mean. She is with Lord Voldemort and well.," Caroline looked at Harry hesitantly ". I sort of had a vision that they were plotting to kill Harry and maybe try to harm me". Ron let out a tiny gasp and Hermione looked shocked.
"You've already told Dumbledore?" said Hermione breathlessly.
"I sent an owl when I got here" said Caroline
"What about Robert?" said Harry.
"OH MY GOD!" said Caroline a little too loudly, the entire table turned their heads to look at Caroline.
"I've never seen Hermione with make up before" lied Caroline apologetically to the rest of the table in an effort to cover up her outburst. They resumed their conversation.
"I forgot all about him!" said Caroline in a hushed whisper. "He doesn't know anything.. I have to tell him!"
Caroline excused herself from the breakfast table and ran, with Harry, Hermione, and Ron in tow, upstairs to find Pigwidgeon.
She attached a very short letter to Pigwidgeon's leg and they watched Pigwidgeon fly out of the window.
"How could I be so dumb?" muttered Caroline sadly. ** * ***** ********* ********** ************ ************* ****************
Meara entered a very dark room, several servants in tow. She sat down at a large, round table and stared at Robert.
"Meara?" said Robert in pain. His arm was in a sling and he had a black eye.
"Why did you do all of this?" said Robert in a confused tone.
He looked around the room. It was filled with black drapes, black fixtures, black everything. The only thing that was not black was the arrangement of red candles in the room. The candles flickered as shadows passed over them.
"I need this, Robert" said Meara monotonously, "and now I need you" she said, her eyes blazing seductively.
"Robert," said Meara breathlessly, "I need you to do something for me." Meara reached out and touched Robert's face and kissed him slowly.
Robert's persona changed, his face became drab and dull as though he had been possessed by a spirit, and he replied in a simple tone:
"Anything."
Lord Voldemort watched from the darkest corner of the room.
"Very good, my dear" he said, clapping his hands.
"You have been taught well I see. When you are done with him, make sure you properly dispose of him."
Lord Voldemort exited the room, his black cloaks flowing behind him.
Lord Voldemort climbed the stairs swiftly to his study. Upon entering his study he sat down in a large chair and closed his eyes.
He let out a sigh. His thoughts came back to Meara. Meara looked and reminded him so much of Minka. Her body, shape, form, beauty, everything about her was like Minka.
Lord Voldemort thought back to Minka and what he had shared with her. Those kisses and touches and other things.
Minka was a beautiful woman, but then she betrayed him. The things they had shared meant so much to Lord Voldemort. She had made him "a man", in the loosest sense. He missed her touch, her scent. Meara could never replace her completely.
Chapter 2
Harry stared at the top bunk as he listened to Ron's short, quick snores.
"Caroline..." muttered Harry to himself as he closed his eyes and thought back to her beautiful face, her dark eyes, her gorgeously soft hair.
Harry closed his eyes and drifted off to a dreamy place filled with visions of Caroline, visions he wouldn't have dreamed would ever come true.
***** ********* ******** *************** ************* ************ *******
The sky turned a pink, orange color. Birds chirped and buzzed outside of the window and Mrs. Weasley, already up, placed dish after dish after dish of food on the table outside. There was most definitely not enough room in the house for them to eat.
Harry turned on his side and his eyes opened slowly, he stared at the door of Ron's room until he heard Ron groan as he tried to pull the sheets off of his body.
"Harry?" said Ron in a whisper, he wasn't sure if Harry was up. Harry tended to be a grouchy person first thing in the morning, especially if you woke him up when he was tired.
"Yeah, I'm up" said Harry as he pushed the covers off of his fairly warm body. Ron sat up slowly as Harry left the lower bunk and pulled on a shirt. He walked to the door and proceeded down the corridor to the small, quaint, Weasley bathroom.
Caroline exited the bathroom just as Harry turned the corner. He quickly flitted back behind the corner, in an effort to hide. Caroline's dark hair was dripping wet, and a very short, white towel was wrapped around her chest, just barely covering her body.
Harry turned his head and looked away, he felt that it was almost inappropriate to look at Caroline in such an outfit, although, he didn't mind looking.
Caroline continued in the opposite direction down the corridor to change back in to her clothing.
Harry rushed into the bathroom and quickly showered and shaved.
**** ************ ************* ************ ************ ****** **********
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Caroline, Ginny, Percy, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, and the Weasley twins sat around the breakfast table, passing plate after plate of food.
Caroline stared at all of the food that was being passed, it was meat!
Caroline did not condone the slaughter of animals for food purposes or for the purpose of clothing.
She instead opted to eat only bread and jam and watch everyone else make pigs of themselves.
"Caroline," said Hermione. Caroline looked up and sat almost shocked for a few seconds. Hermione's hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail, her hair was gelled in the front and the normally poofy part of the ponytail was braided neatly. Hermione also had a dab of makeup on, just a slight amount, but it was enough to have an effect on Ron.
Ron stared at Hermione like a dog stares at a pork chop. It was embarrassing.
"Sorry, what?" said Caroline
"I wanted to know what happened this summer" whispered Hermione in a whisper so that only Hermione, Caroline, Harry, and Ron could hear.
"Gosh" said Caroline with a sigh "Do you remember Meara?" she said
Harry had filled Ron and Hermione in on the whole Meara Robert situation.
"Well, Meara and I sort of met this guy this summer. He was really nice and extremely cu.." Caroline trailed off as she saw the look on Harry's face.
"Anyways. He sort of got Meara to go to the dark side if you know what I mean. She is with Lord Voldemort and well.," Caroline looked at Harry hesitantly ". I sort of had a vision that they were plotting to kill Harry and maybe try to harm me". Ron let out a tiny gasp and Hermione looked shocked.
"You've already told Dumbledore?" said Hermione breathlessly.
"I sent an owl when I got here" said Caroline
"What about Robert?" said Harry.
"OH MY GOD!" said Caroline a little too loudly, the entire table turned their heads to look at Caroline.
"I've never seen Hermione with make up before" lied Caroline apologetically to the rest of the table in an effort to cover up her outburst. They resumed their conversation.
"I forgot all about him!" said Caroline in a hushed whisper. "He doesn't know anything.. I have to tell him!"
Caroline excused herself from the breakfast table and ran, with Harry, Hermione, and Ron in tow, upstairs to find Pigwidgeon.
She attached a very short letter to Pigwidgeon's leg and they watched Pigwidgeon fly out of the window.
"How could I be so dumb?" muttered Caroline sadly. ** * ***** ********* ********** ************ ************* ****************
Meara entered a very dark room, several servants in tow. She sat down at a large, round table and stared at Robert.
"Meara?" said Robert in pain. His arm was in a sling and he had a black eye.
"Why did you do all of this?" said Robert in a confused tone.
He looked around the room. It was filled with black drapes, black fixtures, black everything. The only thing that was not black was the arrangement of red candles in the room. The candles flickered as shadows passed over them.
"I need this, Robert" said Meara monotonously, "and now I need you" she said, her eyes blazing seductively.
"Robert," said Meara breathlessly, "I need you to do something for me." Meara reached out and touched Robert's face and kissed him slowly.
Robert's persona changed, his face became drab and dull as though he had been possessed by a spirit, and he replied in a simple tone:
"Anything."
Lord Voldemort watched from the darkest corner of the room.
"Very good, my dear" he said, clapping his hands.
"You have been taught well I see. When you are done with him, make sure you properly dispose of him."
Lord Voldemort exited the room, his black cloaks flowing behind him.
Lord Voldemort climbed the stairs swiftly to his study. Upon entering his study he sat down in a large chair and closed his eyes.
He let out a sigh. His thoughts came back to Meara. Meara looked and reminded him so much of Minka. Her body, shape, form, beauty, everything about her was like Minka.
Lord Voldemort thought back to Minka and what he had shared with her. Those kisses and touches and other things.
Minka was a beautiful woman, but then she betrayed him. The things they had shared meant so much to Lord Voldemort. She had made him "a man", in the loosest sense. He missed her touch, her scent. Meara could never replace her completely.
