Legal Jargon: I bow down to J.K. Rowling's feet and beg for her forgiveness
as I take her characters from behind her back and use it in this story:
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Ginny, (and although I'd hate to say it) Draco
and some other characters are not mine!
But their offspring in this story and some minor characters are all MINE! MINE! MHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
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~* Curiosity Killed The Black Bird *~
By Gothic Retaliation
Curse Of The Devil
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*Back To The Present*
Hermione handed Harry a cup of hot chocolate and slid into a chair next to him. She observed him closely. His face was tense and his expression worrisome.
It was already well past midnight, but Harry was unable to go to sleep.
"Honey, are you still thinking about that letter Raven sent you?"
Harry glanced at her, as a sign of affirmation.
Hermione grunted and giggled. "And you said that _I_ was a worry-wart."
Harry sighed at his wife's humor at such a serious issue.
"Our daughter is having _good thoughts_ on a Malfoy. Aren't you the least bit worried?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Harry, seriously, you don't even know the kid. Why do you always assume all Malfoy's are the same anyway?"
"Because they _are_ all the same, Hermione!" His outburst stunned Hermione. Realising that he was actually frightening his wife, he returned to his calm demeanor. "I just think that maybe Raven should stay away from people with associations to Death Eaters."
Hermione rested her hands on his.
"Harry, you killed Voldermort years ago. Death Eaters don't have power anymore. Stop being so paranoid." Judging from Harry's look, she could tell that he was not convinced. She may not be a mind reader like Dumbledore, but her intuition tells her exactly what is bothering Harry.
"It's that curse stuff, isn't it?"
Harry looked back up at his wife. His expression was nothing but 'yes'. Hermione sighed.
"That scar." Harry pointed out. ". I got it for a reason. A curse. I was cursed to suffer until I destroyed him. Even though _my_ suffering is gone, I may have passed it on to Raven." He dropped his head and rested his face on his two palms. "I just don't want her get hurt. the way I did."
Hermione's eyes soften. She got up, placed her hands on both sides of his head and kissed him on the forehead.
"I know, Honey. I know. But still. we cannot stop Raven from making friends. It would be unfair to her and I for one don't want to be that kind of parent."
Harry lifted his head. Hermione was right. It would be unfair to Raven. He nodded and Hermione smiled at him. All Harry's fears were wiped away instantly that night.
"Now honey," Hermione said whilst holding his chin between her index finger and her thumb. "Are you coming to bed already?"
Harry smirked and swooped her off her feet.
"Gladly."
Next Chapter: First year ended and second year is about to start. Raven still sees her friends during the holidays, but there is a certain person that she wants to see the most but cannot.
Author's Note: I am terribly sorry for all the summaries I wrote or will write for I am seriously disabled in the summary department and all my 'Next Chapter' notes are so corny. But hey, I'm trying. Well, sorry for the lateness of this chapter. Lack of inspiration is partially to blame. That and my screwed computer. Anyways, I know this chapter is a little boring, but it does set a base for future chapters so, Enjoy!
But their offspring in this story and some minor characters are all MINE! MINE! MHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
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~* Curiosity Killed The Black Bird *~
By Gothic Retaliation
Curse Of The Devil
*****
*Back To The Present*
Hermione handed Harry a cup of hot chocolate and slid into a chair next to him. She observed him closely. His face was tense and his expression worrisome.
It was already well past midnight, but Harry was unable to go to sleep.
"Honey, are you still thinking about that letter Raven sent you?"
Harry glanced at her, as a sign of affirmation.
Hermione grunted and giggled. "And you said that _I_ was a worry-wart."
Harry sighed at his wife's humor at such a serious issue.
"Our daughter is having _good thoughts_ on a Malfoy. Aren't you the least bit worried?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Harry, seriously, you don't even know the kid. Why do you always assume all Malfoy's are the same anyway?"
"Because they _are_ all the same, Hermione!" His outburst stunned Hermione. Realising that he was actually frightening his wife, he returned to his calm demeanor. "I just think that maybe Raven should stay away from people with associations to Death Eaters."
Hermione rested her hands on his.
"Harry, you killed Voldermort years ago. Death Eaters don't have power anymore. Stop being so paranoid." Judging from Harry's look, she could tell that he was not convinced. She may not be a mind reader like Dumbledore, but her intuition tells her exactly what is bothering Harry.
"It's that curse stuff, isn't it?"
Harry looked back up at his wife. His expression was nothing but 'yes'. Hermione sighed.
"That scar." Harry pointed out. ". I got it for a reason. A curse. I was cursed to suffer until I destroyed him. Even though _my_ suffering is gone, I may have passed it on to Raven." He dropped his head and rested his face on his two palms. "I just don't want her get hurt. the way I did."
Hermione's eyes soften. She got up, placed her hands on both sides of his head and kissed him on the forehead.
"I know, Honey. I know. But still. we cannot stop Raven from making friends. It would be unfair to her and I for one don't want to be that kind of parent."
Harry lifted his head. Hermione was right. It would be unfair to Raven. He nodded and Hermione smiled at him. All Harry's fears were wiped away instantly that night.
"Now honey," Hermione said whilst holding his chin between her index finger and her thumb. "Are you coming to bed already?"
Harry smirked and swooped her off her feet.
"Gladly."
Next Chapter: First year ended and second year is about to start. Raven still sees her friends during the holidays, but there is a certain person that she wants to see the most but cannot.
Author's Note: I am terribly sorry for all the summaries I wrote or will write for I am seriously disabled in the summary department and all my 'Next Chapter' notes are so corny. But hey, I'm trying. Well, sorry for the lateness of this chapter. Lack of inspiration is partially to blame. That and my screwed computer. Anyways, I know this chapter is a little boring, but it does set a base for future chapters so, Enjoy!