The weeks of summer vacation almost flew by. Krys and Harry spent every
sweltering day together in some way. Even during the nights they never
stopped communicating. Hedwig was getting a bit riffed with all the extra
work the couple made her do, but she still loved the attention and the joy
on Harry and Krys's faces when they saw her return with yet another letter.
By this time of the summer, Harry always got antsy. There was little under a month before he would be going back to Hogwarts. The same time last year he was ecstatic, but now...with something so wonderful so close to the Dursleys, it was going to be hard to be excited with his train ride to school. His heart wrenched with feeling in every which way. He wished he wasn't a wizard so he could go to muggle school with Krys; meanwhile he also wanted Krys to be a witch so they could go to Hogwarts together. But he knew that would never be possible. In being a wizard he could never tell a muggle that something like he and a whole other world exists behind the one that muggles can see.
Although Harry remembered something that Seamus Finnegan said back in his first year at Hogwarts. "...Me dad's a muggle, mum's a witch. Bit of a nasty surprise when he found out..." When are wizards allowed to tell their spouse that they are what they are? Obviously they can without the Ministry of Magic interfering. Did they have to be married to be able to tell their beloved?
Harry ran his fingers through his mussed hair with deep thought. Maybe that was the only way. He had to marry Krys in order to tell her. He shook his head violently at the thought. What was he thinking?!? He was in his last year at Hogwarts, barely able to marry a muggle girl. What would the wizarding society think of him then? He could literally have any girl he wanted just because of his established fame. But...there was just one thing. He didn't want any other girl. He wanted Krys.
Laughing at the sheer oddity of his thoughts, Harry leaned back in his desk chair and rubbed his eyes with disbelief. He must have gone utterly mad. He only knew her for two months, how could he be so sure? The one thing that scared him the most was that he was sure, without a doubt. Groaning in utmost confusion and in thoughts in turmoil, he flopped on his bed, hoping that sleep would stop him from thinking.
By this time of the summer, Harry always got antsy. There was little under a month before he would be going back to Hogwarts. The same time last year he was ecstatic, but now...with something so wonderful so close to the Dursleys, it was going to be hard to be excited with his train ride to school. His heart wrenched with feeling in every which way. He wished he wasn't a wizard so he could go to muggle school with Krys; meanwhile he also wanted Krys to be a witch so they could go to Hogwarts together. But he knew that would never be possible. In being a wizard he could never tell a muggle that something like he and a whole other world exists behind the one that muggles can see.
Although Harry remembered something that Seamus Finnegan said back in his first year at Hogwarts. "...Me dad's a muggle, mum's a witch. Bit of a nasty surprise when he found out..." When are wizards allowed to tell their spouse that they are what they are? Obviously they can without the Ministry of Magic interfering. Did they have to be married to be able to tell their beloved?
Harry ran his fingers through his mussed hair with deep thought. Maybe that was the only way. He had to marry Krys in order to tell her. He shook his head violently at the thought. What was he thinking?!? He was in his last year at Hogwarts, barely able to marry a muggle girl. What would the wizarding society think of him then? He could literally have any girl he wanted just because of his established fame. But...there was just one thing. He didn't want any other girl. He wanted Krys.
Laughing at the sheer oddity of his thoughts, Harry leaned back in his desk chair and rubbed his eyes with disbelief. He must have gone utterly mad. He only knew her for two months, how could he be so sure? The one thing that scared him the most was that he was sure, without a doubt. Groaning in utmost confusion and in thoughts in turmoil, he flopped on his bed, hoping that sleep would stop him from thinking.