Okay, here we go
RAV: glad you have such confidence in me, now if I could have that confidence in myself when it came to women, I'd be a very happy man, or at least one in denial
AnthonyR: glad you're still here.
Lindee: yes I think it is a british thing. But I might be wrong, I am an American. I am just trying to keep this sounding british.
A.M.Bookworm247: thanks, and I was glad to explain.
Dreamer43: thanks, but I am begging you to put more into your reviews. . . . PLEASE!
Okay, here we go. Something I have been wondering about, so I thought I would clear it up. I don't know if they really teach this in british primary schools, but I learned it in sixth grade in elementary school so . . . . there you go.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
The Talk
Harry came down to breakfast two days before his return to school. In the kitchen waiting for him were Tonks, Remus, and Mr. Weasly. Harry paused a moment as they all seemed to be waiting specifically for him. "Um, Hi?"
"Hello Harry," Remus said with his patented concerned expression. "Er . . . . Harry we would like to talk to you about something. We just realized that none of us ever has, and that the Dursley's really aren't the type who would tell you all these things."
"What things?" Harry asked, feeling as uncomfortable as everyone else looked.
"Well you see Harry," started Mr. Weasly, "When a man loves a woman and they decide that they are ready they . . . erm . . . that is to say . . ."
Tonks shook her head and took the direct approach, "Harry what do you know about sex?"
"Ohhhhhh . . . ." Harry finally realized what they were asking about. "We learned all about it the last year of primary school."
All three adults looked at him in surprise. "Really?" asked Mr. Weasly.
"Yeah, they told us all about how it worked and, what the consequences could be, and how to protect yourself . . . . but I only know the muggle methods of protection."
All three looked visibly relieved. Arthur said "well, there isn't really any magic way to protect, only magical improvements on the muggle ways.
Remus looked like he was about to stand and said, "Well if you do have any questions never hesitate to ask."
"I do have one," Harry began to turn a lovely shade of red usually resereved for Weasly hair and embarrassed Weasly faces. The adults sat back down and looked at one another. Harry swallowed hard and said, "How do you know when you're ready?"
"Ready?" repeated Tonks.
"You know . . . to have . . . . you know." Harry really wanted to avoid saying the "S" word at all costs, as if not saying it would make the conversation less embarrassing.
Tonks looked at Remus, he shrugged his shoulders and looked at Arthur. Arthur said, "Don't look at me. I have given the "Talk" seven times, and not one of them ever asked me that."
Now Tonks and Arthur looked at Remus, he sighed and said, "Somehow I always knew I'd be the one to give you the "Talk". Your mum was too much of a prude to talk about it, and your pop and Sirius would have given you the wrong ideas."
With another heavy sigh he continued, "Well, I think that your mum or Mrs. Weasly would want me to tell you, 'When you're married and too old to.' Your pop and Sirius would probably say, 'The second she is willing, if not the second before.' The truth is Harry, It is a lot more complicated than an age or situation. You have to gauge why you want to have . . . you know, how prepared and willing you are to accept the concequences, and what your feelings are for your partner, because no matter how good it feels, it will never feel as good as it does with the person you love."
Remus and Tonks were both blushing profusely, "Does that help at all Harry?"
He looked at Remus and said, "Yeah, it does." He immediately left so that he could miss the kiss Tonks gave him. He also didn't hear her whisper in his ear . . . You are getting so lucky tonight."
The last day passed too quickly to note, Harry bid farewell to Winky and the Order, and boarded the Hogwart's Express. He was going back to his school. It was an entertaining train ride, everyone Harry had missed over the holiday said hello, and got to share their stories of what they got.
When Blaise entered he seemed in a foul mood, the reason became evident later when Pansy came in. she was in an even more acidic mood. She nearly kicked Lily, almost stepped on Trevor, and no one was sure if these were accidents. Halfway through Pansy and Blaise got into a loud argument over several meaningless things, as any good couple does. She slapped him when he called her a bigot, then twelve minutes later they were snogging like there was no tomorrow. The most memorable comment made was by Ron, who said, "I don't get it, and I am pretty sure I never want to."
By the end of the ride, they were all as much friends as they had been when they had left the school, meaning that Ron couldn't stand Blaise or Pansy, and wasn't crazy about either Patil, and that Blaise didn't like Ron or Neville, Pansy only respected Harry, Hermione, and Korana, and Korana liked everyone (with slight reservations toward Pansy).
Harry was happy to be back at school. He slept that night and once again the dream came to him, but roughly the time that Hermione/Death was killing the Ron and Ginny, he woke up hearing some one call his name. in his groggy state he couldn't tell whose voice it was, or where it was coming from. He wasn't even sure it wasn't Parsletongue. "Harry!" it called in an urgent whisper. "Harry wake up I need to talk to you!"
"Where are you?" He asked looking around, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"I don't know," the voice responded, "I'm in something, look for your mirror genious." Harry's mind immediately snapped in high gear. He began tearing his trunk apart looking for the mirror, only to remember that he had put it in his bedside table when he had first gotten to Hogwart's this year. He opened the drawer grabbed the mirror. "Sirius?" he asked urgently.
"Sorry," said the feminine voice and face that was reflected in the mirror.
Harry sat on the bed, his heart crashing. For a brief moment he had thought that his godfather might still be alive, and finally contacting him. "Padma, what are you doing in my mirror?"
"Ginny said that Sirius gave you one of these, so I bewitched mine to connect to yours. Listen Harry I really need to talk to you."
Harry heard the urgency in her voice. "What's wrong?"
"I have to tell you in person. Please, meet me in the room of requirement."
"Fine," he relented, "I'm on my way."
Her face faded from the mirror. Harry put it down on his bed and pulled out his invisibility cloak. He took the map in his hands and stole silently down the hallway. It didn't take him long to reach the room.
When he entered he saw here standing there, obviously very distraught. She was in a dressing gown and her eyes looked like she had been crying. "Padma, what is wrong?"
She went to him in a moment, "Harry your friend, Ron, one of his brothers is . . . is . . . you know who killed him."
"what?" Harry was shocked, "How do you know, why haven't you told Dumbldore?"
"I haven't told him because he would ask that same question. Harry I have a lot of secrets. Secrets that even Parvati doesn't know. If one gets out then all of them will come undone. I don't want every one to know that I'm . . . well I just want to keep my secrets."
"How do you know Padma?"
"Because Harry, I had a vision. I saw it. I'm claire voyant. I'm an Alethiomagus."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dun Dun DUnnnnnnnnnn (dramatic reverrrrrrrrb) well what do you think? Did you see that coming? Could you tell? Any guesses as to what here other secrets are? I think one person already knows. REVIEW pleeeease!
RAV: glad you have such confidence in me, now if I could have that confidence in myself when it came to women, I'd be a very happy man, or at least one in denial
AnthonyR: glad you're still here.
Lindee: yes I think it is a british thing. But I might be wrong, I am an American. I am just trying to keep this sounding british.
A.M.Bookworm247: thanks, and I was glad to explain.
Dreamer43: thanks, but I am begging you to put more into your reviews. . . . PLEASE!
Okay, here we go. Something I have been wondering about, so I thought I would clear it up. I don't know if they really teach this in british primary schools, but I learned it in sixth grade in elementary school so . . . . there you go.
Harry Potter and the Warriors of Zelcara
The Talk
Harry came down to breakfast two days before his return to school. In the kitchen waiting for him were Tonks, Remus, and Mr. Weasly. Harry paused a moment as they all seemed to be waiting specifically for him. "Um, Hi?"
"Hello Harry," Remus said with his patented concerned expression. "Er . . . . Harry we would like to talk to you about something. We just realized that none of us ever has, and that the Dursley's really aren't the type who would tell you all these things."
"What things?" Harry asked, feeling as uncomfortable as everyone else looked.
"Well you see Harry," started Mr. Weasly, "When a man loves a woman and they decide that they are ready they . . . erm . . . that is to say . . ."
Tonks shook her head and took the direct approach, "Harry what do you know about sex?"
"Ohhhhhh . . . ." Harry finally realized what they were asking about. "We learned all about it the last year of primary school."
All three adults looked at him in surprise. "Really?" asked Mr. Weasly.
"Yeah, they told us all about how it worked and, what the consequences could be, and how to protect yourself . . . . but I only know the muggle methods of protection."
All three looked visibly relieved. Arthur said "well, there isn't really any magic way to protect, only magical improvements on the muggle ways.
Remus looked like he was about to stand and said, "Well if you do have any questions never hesitate to ask."
"I do have one," Harry began to turn a lovely shade of red usually resereved for Weasly hair and embarrassed Weasly faces. The adults sat back down and looked at one another. Harry swallowed hard and said, "How do you know when you're ready?"
"Ready?" repeated Tonks.
"You know . . . to have . . . . you know." Harry really wanted to avoid saying the "S" word at all costs, as if not saying it would make the conversation less embarrassing.
Tonks looked at Remus, he shrugged his shoulders and looked at Arthur. Arthur said, "Don't look at me. I have given the "Talk" seven times, and not one of them ever asked me that."
Now Tonks and Arthur looked at Remus, he sighed and said, "Somehow I always knew I'd be the one to give you the "Talk". Your mum was too much of a prude to talk about it, and your pop and Sirius would have given you the wrong ideas."
With another heavy sigh he continued, "Well, I think that your mum or Mrs. Weasly would want me to tell you, 'When you're married and too old to.' Your pop and Sirius would probably say, 'The second she is willing, if not the second before.' The truth is Harry, It is a lot more complicated than an age or situation. You have to gauge why you want to have . . . you know, how prepared and willing you are to accept the concequences, and what your feelings are for your partner, because no matter how good it feels, it will never feel as good as it does with the person you love."
Remus and Tonks were both blushing profusely, "Does that help at all Harry?"
He looked at Remus and said, "Yeah, it does." He immediately left so that he could miss the kiss Tonks gave him. He also didn't hear her whisper in his ear . . . You are getting so lucky tonight."
The last day passed too quickly to note, Harry bid farewell to Winky and the Order, and boarded the Hogwart's Express. He was going back to his school. It was an entertaining train ride, everyone Harry had missed over the holiday said hello, and got to share their stories of what they got.
When Blaise entered he seemed in a foul mood, the reason became evident later when Pansy came in. she was in an even more acidic mood. She nearly kicked Lily, almost stepped on Trevor, and no one was sure if these were accidents. Halfway through Pansy and Blaise got into a loud argument over several meaningless things, as any good couple does. She slapped him when he called her a bigot, then twelve minutes later they were snogging like there was no tomorrow. The most memorable comment made was by Ron, who said, "I don't get it, and I am pretty sure I never want to."
By the end of the ride, they were all as much friends as they had been when they had left the school, meaning that Ron couldn't stand Blaise or Pansy, and wasn't crazy about either Patil, and that Blaise didn't like Ron or Neville, Pansy only respected Harry, Hermione, and Korana, and Korana liked everyone (with slight reservations toward Pansy).
Harry was happy to be back at school. He slept that night and once again the dream came to him, but roughly the time that Hermione/Death was killing the Ron and Ginny, he woke up hearing some one call his name. in his groggy state he couldn't tell whose voice it was, or where it was coming from. He wasn't even sure it wasn't Parsletongue. "Harry!" it called in an urgent whisper. "Harry wake up I need to talk to you!"
"Where are you?" He asked looking around, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"I don't know," the voice responded, "I'm in something, look for your mirror genious." Harry's mind immediately snapped in high gear. He began tearing his trunk apart looking for the mirror, only to remember that he had put it in his bedside table when he had first gotten to Hogwart's this year. He opened the drawer grabbed the mirror. "Sirius?" he asked urgently.
"Sorry," said the feminine voice and face that was reflected in the mirror.
Harry sat on the bed, his heart crashing. For a brief moment he had thought that his godfather might still be alive, and finally contacting him. "Padma, what are you doing in my mirror?"
"Ginny said that Sirius gave you one of these, so I bewitched mine to connect to yours. Listen Harry I really need to talk to you."
Harry heard the urgency in her voice. "What's wrong?"
"I have to tell you in person. Please, meet me in the room of requirement."
"Fine," he relented, "I'm on my way."
Her face faded from the mirror. Harry put it down on his bed and pulled out his invisibility cloak. He took the map in his hands and stole silently down the hallway. It didn't take him long to reach the room.
When he entered he saw here standing there, obviously very distraught. She was in a dressing gown and her eyes looked like she had been crying. "Padma, what is wrong?"
She went to him in a moment, "Harry your friend, Ron, one of his brothers is . . . is . . . you know who killed him."
"what?" Harry was shocked, "How do you know, why haven't you told Dumbldore?"
"I haven't told him because he would ask that same question. Harry I have a lot of secrets. Secrets that even Parvati doesn't know. If one gets out then all of them will come undone. I don't want every one to know that I'm . . . well I just want to keep my secrets."
"How do you know Padma?"
"Because Harry, I had a vision. I saw it. I'm claire voyant. I'm an Alethiomagus."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dun Dun DUnnnnnnnnnn (dramatic reverrrrrrrrb) well what do you think? Did you see that coming? Could you tell? Any guesses as to what here other secrets are? I think one person already knows. REVIEW pleeeease!