A/N: Thank you for the reviews, m and Phoenixpadfoot89! Anyway, as I was rereading the previous chapters I caught many spelling and grammar mistakes and I hope your reading wasn't hindered by any of them. I'll try to clean up my writing as much as I can. (
CHAPTER FIVE
Harry walked into the house only to find stupid Dudley retelling the events of the last minute to his mother and father.
"Oh, no... I'm dead," thought Harry as he contemplated what Uncle Vernon would do once he found out that he, Harry, was socializing with and kissing his new employee's daughter. But to Harry's utter surprise and amazement his uncle did not erupt and turn purple.
"Dudley," said Vernon quite calmly, "as far as I'm concerned, they're made for each other. They're both riffraffs with no class."
Harry didn't even care what his uncle had just said. He was just happy he still had a house. Regardless of how rude Uncle Vernon's comments were, Harry didn't take any of it to heart and bounded up the stairs to his bedroom.
He did a twirl through the hallway and opened the door of his bedroom only to flop down on his bed with a sigh. For once in his life, Harry felt like a normal teenager. He only wished that he could share this with his godfather, Sirius, who died only two short weeks ago. Harry's mood went from completely elated to utterly depressed in a matter of seconds when he realized that he was not a normal teenager and would be. He couldn't continue to grow closer to Liv without telling her about his past and about who he really is. Tragedy had rocked Harry's life since he was a baby and it looked like that wasn't going to change any time soon. Harry felt guilty that he had even attempted to be happy a moment ago.
"How could I be happy?" he asked himself. "All the people I know and love are in danger right now from Voldemort and here I am trying to ignore it and have my little summer romance."
Harry came to the conclusion that a relationship between him and this muggle girl could absolutely not happen. Not only would he be putting her life in danger if Voldemort and his Death Eaters found out, but he might lose track of what he must do to keep the wizarding world out of danger.
"I am 'The Boy Who Lived' and she is muggle," Harry thought sadly. "It will never work."
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. Another one will be up very soon.
CHAPTER FIVE
Harry walked into the house only to find stupid Dudley retelling the events of the last minute to his mother and father.
"Oh, no... I'm dead," thought Harry as he contemplated what Uncle Vernon would do once he found out that he, Harry, was socializing with and kissing his new employee's daughter. But to Harry's utter surprise and amazement his uncle did not erupt and turn purple.
"Dudley," said Vernon quite calmly, "as far as I'm concerned, they're made for each other. They're both riffraffs with no class."
Harry didn't even care what his uncle had just said. He was just happy he still had a house. Regardless of how rude Uncle Vernon's comments were, Harry didn't take any of it to heart and bounded up the stairs to his bedroom.
He did a twirl through the hallway and opened the door of his bedroom only to flop down on his bed with a sigh. For once in his life, Harry felt like a normal teenager. He only wished that he could share this with his godfather, Sirius, who died only two short weeks ago. Harry's mood went from completely elated to utterly depressed in a matter of seconds when he realized that he was not a normal teenager and would be. He couldn't continue to grow closer to Liv without telling her about his past and about who he really is. Tragedy had rocked Harry's life since he was a baby and it looked like that wasn't going to change any time soon. Harry felt guilty that he had even attempted to be happy a moment ago.
"How could I be happy?" he asked himself. "All the people I know and love are in danger right now from Voldemort and here I am trying to ignore it and have my little summer romance."
Harry came to the conclusion that a relationship between him and this muggle girl could absolutely not happen. Not only would he be putting her life in danger if Voldemort and his Death Eaters found out, but he might lose track of what he must do to keep the wizarding world out of danger.
"I am 'The Boy Who Lived' and she is muggle," Harry thought sadly. "It will never work."
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. Another one will be up very soon.