CHAPTER 5
As the sun filled through the open curtains Harry suppressed a groan, Sally had slept wrapped in his arms. And though he no longer had any feeling in his arms, he enjoyed the experience. His dreams had been even more vivid than normal, he glanced at her now, "this is a dream, this whole summer has been a dream, and I'm not supposed to be this happy, any time I've been happy I've always paid the price." He thought to himself.
"I thought the price had come last night" he recalled the icy feeling in the pit of his stomach when Mrs Sutton had sent them by port key. "I put them in danger; I can't take it if anything happens to them because of me. I have to end this, now before someone gets hurt".
He placed a feather light kiss on Sally's cheek saying goodbye, when Sally awakened, turned in his arms and kissed him in return. And Harry knew he couldn't let her go, no matter the risk. There were no exploding light bulbs this time to stop them and they spent a long time exploring just how far they dared go!
Unwillingly they separated and Harry went to shower and dress, luckily the Dursley's had already went out for the day so Sally was able to grab a quick shower, and it took a lot of self control not to go into the bathroom after her, instead he went downstairs and made them some toast and was pouring two glasses of juice when she appeared in the kitchen.
Harry's vision of perfection, he allowed himself the luxury of imagining that this was their house and that it was normal for her to appear for breakfast with him every morning. They ate in silence and when they had cleaned up left to go next door.
"Ah you're here, everything okay?" asked Sebastian Sutton, searching their faces for something.
Harry was suddenly relieved the light-bulb had stopped them the night before, he wasn't sure he could have faced the Sutton's otherwise.
"Peter Pettigrew turned up here yesterday pretending to be a double glazing salesman." Mr Sutton announced "Luckily your mother spotted him coming to the gate and gave you the port key to get you to safety."
"What happened then did you speak to him?" as Mrs Sutton nodded Harry continued "did he recognise you?"
"No, thanks to her special ability he did not. Although he cast a spell to make her reveal her true self. But you know that doesn't work on Abbey. When she didn't show a wand he assumed he had been mistaken, no witch in her position would open the door without some form of magical protection, so he cast a memory charm, thankfully not a very good one and left."
"Mum's a Metamorphmagus," Sally told Harry.
"Oh like Tonks?" asked Harry.
"Yes Tonks is my 2nd cousin once removed or something like that." Mrs Sutton answered in surprise, "You know her then?"
"Uh yes we met last year at my Godfathers house." Harry answered.
"Of course Sirius was your Godfather, he was a good man I liked him" said Mr Sutton.
"Even when he was in Askaban?" asked Harry defiantly.
"Well I never knew he was there actually, he had already escaped when I found out." Mr Sutton said levelly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, I just miss him." Harry answered in a small voice.
"Of course you do, he really was a good man and a loyal friend, and we knew him through the order. And of course I think was related to him too but I can't remember how." Mrs Sutton smiled kindly.
"How did wormtail, Peter, know to look here anyway?" asked Harry "Dumbledore was sure they couldn't follow me here."
"Well he thinks, and we agree, that it was us he has followed not you. Probably through a connection at the ministry, we had the fireplace connected to the network, which was a silly mistake to make," Mrs Sutton said quietly.
"Harry, Dumbledore thinks you should stay close to home these last few days before school goes back. Just in case we didn't fool them and they come back. Or they could just start watching the house." Mr Sutton said firmly. "I know you don't want to spend the last few days of your holidays stuck at home alone, but for all our sakes it would be the prudent thing to do."
And so Harry found himself back in number 4 alone. Mr Sutton was right to protect his family. He had already risked his life to do that, and now Harry had brought that danger to their front door again.
Well if truth be told, Dumbledore had done that, by moving them near Harry. Harry lay on his bed until it was dark thinking about his last conversation with Dumbledore. Harry was to be a murderer or a victim; he had never shared this with anyone, not even Sally, Harry was afraid that people would treat him differently if he did.
But the full force of those words had never seemed so clear, if he died his friends would miss him so would Sally. But if he murdered Voldemort would they still care about him, surely killing someone, no matter who they where, in cold blood would reduce Harry to something no better than Voldemort himself.
Harry was still brooding when a stumbling noise at the end of his bed snapped him out of his reverie.
"Hi" whispered Sally "can I come in?" she giggled.
"Sally, how did you get here?" Harry asked springing up to meet her.
"Well mother felt sorry for me so she sent me over via the sugar bowl and asked if she can have her teapot back please, but I will go back in an hour," Sally laughed.
"Well my plan is working" laughed Harry "If you keep this up I'll get a milk jug next and my collection will be complete!"
They laughed together at this then Harry asked in a serious voice "are you sure about this, Sally. About being with me I mean, your father went to a lot to keep you all safe, and now I am putting you all in worse danger than ever."
"Harry, I care about you very much, I always new the risks of being close to you, but now it's too late I couldn't leave you." Sally whispered, not daring to look at him.
"I know how you feel. But I'm too selfish to make you go," Harry whispered back, "look at me" as their eyes connected, they saw tears glistening in the moonlight seeping through the window and they knew they would stay together, no matter the risks. Slowly he led her to the bed and they sank down together, hearts and lips meeting as one. They would let the future take care of it's self, for a while.
As the sun filled through the open curtains Harry suppressed a groan, Sally had slept wrapped in his arms. And though he no longer had any feeling in his arms, he enjoyed the experience. His dreams had been even more vivid than normal, he glanced at her now, "this is a dream, this whole summer has been a dream, and I'm not supposed to be this happy, any time I've been happy I've always paid the price." He thought to himself.
"I thought the price had come last night" he recalled the icy feeling in the pit of his stomach when Mrs Sutton had sent them by port key. "I put them in danger; I can't take it if anything happens to them because of me. I have to end this, now before someone gets hurt".
He placed a feather light kiss on Sally's cheek saying goodbye, when Sally awakened, turned in his arms and kissed him in return. And Harry knew he couldn't let her go, no matter the risk. There were no exploding light bulbs this time to stop them and they spent a long time exploring just how far they dared go!
Unwillingly they separated and Harry went to shower and dress, luckily the Dursley's had already went out for the day so Sally was able to grab a quick shower, and it took a lot of self control not to go into the bathroom after her, instead he went downstairs and made them some toast and was pouring two glasses of juice when she appeared in the kitchen.
Harry's vision of perfection, he allowed himself the luxury of imagining that this was their house and that it was normal for her to appear for breakfast with him every morning. They ate in silence and when they had cleaned up left to go next door.
"Ah you're here, everything okay?" asked Sebastian Sutton, searching their faces for something.
Harry was suddenly relieved the light-bulb had stopped them the night before, he wasn't sure he could have faced the Sutton's otherwise.
"Peter Pettigrew turned up here yesterday pretending to be a double glazing salesman." Mr Sutton announced "Luckily your mother spotted him coming to the gate and gave you the port key to get you to safety."
"What happened then did you speak to him?" as Mrs Sutton nodded Harry continued "did he recognise you?"
"No, thanks to her special ability he did not. Although he cast a spell to make her reveal her true self. But you know that doesn't work on Abbey. When she didn't show a wand he assumed he had been mistaken, no witch in her position would open the door without some form of magical protection, so he cast a memory charm, thankfully not a very good one and left."
"Mum's a Metamorphmagus," Sally told Harry.
"Oh like Tonks?" asked Harry.
"Yes Tonks is my 2nd cousin once removed or something like that." Mrs Sutton answered in surprise, "You know her then?"
"Uh yes we met last year at my Godfathers house." Harry answered.
"Of course Sirius was your Godfather, he was a good man I liked him" said Mr Sutton.
"Even when he was in Askaban?" asked Harry defiantly.
"Well I never knew he was there actually, he had already escaped when I found out." Mr Sutton said levelly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, I just miss him." Harry answered in a small voice.
"Of course you do, he really was a good man and a loyal friend, and we knew him through the order. And of course I think was related to him too but I can't remember how." Mrs Sutton smiled kindly.
"How did wormtail, Peter, know to look here anyway?" asked Harry "Dumbledore was sure they couldn't follow me here."
"Well he thinks, and we agree, that it was us he has followed not you. Probably through a connection at the ministry, we had the fireplace connected to the network, which was a silly mistake to make," Mrs Sutton said quietly.
"Harry, Dumbledore thinks you should stay close to home these last few days before school goes back. Just in case we didn't fool them and they come back. Or they could just start watching the house." Mr Sutton said firmly. "I know you don't want to spend the last few days of your holidays stuck at home alone, but for all our sakes it would be the prudent thing to do."
And so Harry found himself back in number 4 alone. Mr Sutton was right to protect his family. He had already risked his life to do that, and now Harry had brought that danger to their front door again.
Well if truth be told, Dumbledore had done that, by moving them near Harry. Harry lay on his bed until it was dark thinking about his last conversation with Dumbledore. Harry was to be a murderer or a victim; he had never shared this with anyone, not even Sally, Harry was afraid that people would treat him differently if he did.
But the full force of those words had never seemed so clear, if he died his friends would miss him so would Sally. But if he murdered Voldemort would they still care about him, surely killing someone, no matter who they where, in cold blood would reduce Harry to something no better than Voldemort himself.
Harry was still brooding when a stumbling noise at the end of his bed snapped him out of his reverie.
"Hi" whispered Sally "can I come in?" she giggled.
"Sally, how did you get here?" Harry asked springing up to meet her.
"Well mother felt sorry for me so she sent me over via the sugar bowl and asked if she can have her teapot back please, but I will go back in an hour," Sally laughed.
"Well my plan is working" laughed Harry "If you keep this up I'll get a milk jug next and my collection will be complete!"
They laughed together at this then Harry asked in a serious voice "are you sure about this, Sally. About being with me I mean, your father went to a lot to keep you all safe, and now I am putting you all in worse danger than ever."
"Harry, I care about you very much, I always new the risks of being close to you, but now it's too late I couldn't leave you." Sally whispered, not daring to look at him.
"I know how you feel. But I'm too selfish to make you go," Harry whispered back, "look at me" as their eyes connected, they saw tears glistening in the moonlight seeping through the window and they knew they would stay together, no matter the risks. Slowly he led her to the bed and they sank down together, hearts and lips meeting as one. They would let the future take care of it's self, for a while.