A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I went out of town, but thank you for all your reviews!!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Harry felt a light weight hit him in the back as they were taking off out of his bedroom window and whipped around to see Liv passed out and leaning on his back. He reached back and tapped her gently on the face until she woke up and looked around.
"AAAHHHHH!" she yelled at the top of her lungs but they were so far up in the sky that no one could hear them. She began to recover from the shock and started to appreciate her surroundings. They were high above the clouds and the air was clean and warm on that fresh June day. She wrapped her arms tighter around Harry's waist, not because she was afraid, but because she was so happy to share this experience with him.
Hours passed and she noticed that they were far away. Harry began to slow the broomstick and landed it gently on the bank of a quiet river. He helped her off with a smile.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked.
"Yes," Liv replied. "Are you serious? Is this real?"
"As real as you and me."
"I'm not even sure that we are real anymore...," she said shaking and still holding his hand.
"Don't be afraid... Your fine," he said and kissed her lips gently.
At that very moment everything was right in the world and all her fears and worries seemed to vanish into thin air.
"So tell me...," she said. "What is it like to be a wizard and how did you become one?"
Harry sat down by a beautiful willow tree, leaned his back up against it, and invited Liv to sit beside him. She did and put her head down on his lap while he told her the story. He told her first about how he received his letter when he was eleven and what his life was like before its arrival. Harry then proceeded to tell her about Hogwarts, the castle, his friends, his adventures, his godfather, and his mortal enemy (Voldemort).
When Liv heard all of this she was astounded that a whole entire magical civilization can live in the same world as she and never be discovered. But the strangest thing was that Liv never doubted Harry's story even once. When the conversation came to the evil wizard, Voldemort, who had killed Harry's parents she gasped and held his hand tighter as he stroked her glistening brown hair.
"Harry," she said breathlessly. "How horrible! I can't even imagine a life without my father, and to lose him in such a gruesome way... I'm sorry..."
"It's okay... I never really knew my parents," he said. "Don't get me wrong, I miss them with every fiber of my being, but I miss my godfather more, I think. I knew him and I loved him. He was taken so quickly and until you came along all I could think about was how I wanted to die or avenge his death."
"I'm here now," she said and kissed him gently once more.
"We better get up...," he said. "Uncle Vernon will be looking for me to make supper or wash his car or something."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," she said as he helped her up and back onto his Firebolt which he explained was the fastest racing broom on the market.
"Excellent for Quidditch," he said as they took off.
"Quid-what?" she yelled but her words were lost in the sound of the roaring wind that was pounding around their ears.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Harry felt a light weight hit him in the back as they were taking off out of his bedroom window and whipped around to see Liv passed out and leaning on his back. He reached back and tapped her gently on the face until she woke up and looked around.
"AAAHHHHH!" she yelled at the top of her lungs but they were so far up in the sky that no one could hear them. She began to recover from the shock and started to appreciate her surroundings. They were high above the clouds and the air was clean and warm on that fresh June day. She wrapped her arms tighter around Harry's waist, not because she was afraid, but because she was so happy to share this experience with him.
Hours passed and she noticed that they were far away. Harry began to slow the broomstick and landed it gently on the bank of a quiet river. He helped her off with a smile.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked.
"Yes," Liv replied. "Are you serious? Is this real?"
"As real as you and me."
"I'm not even sure that we are real anymore...," she said shaking and still holding his hand.
"Don't be afraid... Your fine," he said and kissed her lips gently.
At that very moment everything was right in the world and all her fears and worries seemed to vanish into thin air.
"So tell me...," she said. "What is it like to be a wizard and how did you become one?"
Harry sat down by a beautiful willow tree, leaned his back up against it, and invited Liv to sit beside him. She did and put her head down on his lap while he told her the story. He told her first about how he received his letter when he was eleven and what his life was like before its arrival. Harry then proceeded to tell her about Hogwarts, the castle, his friends, his adventures, his godfather, and his mortal enemy (Voldemort).
When Liv heard all of this she was astounded that a whole entire magical civilization can live in the same world as she and never be discovered. But the strangest thing was that Liv never doubted Harry's story even once. When the conversation came to the evil wizard, Voldemort, who had killed Harry's parents she gasped and held his hand tighter as he stroked her glistening brown hair.
"Harry," she said breathlessly. "How horrible! I can't even imagine a life without my father, and to lose him in such a gruesome way... I'm sorry..."
"It's okay... I never really knew my parents," he said. "Don't get me wrong, I miss them with every fiber of my being, but I miss my godfather more, I think. I knew him and I loved him. He was taken so quickly and until you came along all I could think about was how I wanted to die or avenge his death."
"I'm here now," she said and kissed him gently once more.
"We better get up...," he said. "Uncle Vernon will be looking for me to make supper or wash his car or something."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," she said as he helped her up and back onto his Firebolt which he explained was the fastest racing broom on the market.
"Excellent for Quidditch," he said as they took off.
"Quid-what?" she yelled but her words were lost in the sound of the roaring wind that was pounding around their ears.