Broken Hearts Always Heal
Chapter 2 -home
Disclaimer: Anything you may recognize is not mine.
(Just to clear this up; Emily is not a wizard and won't be attending Hogwarts)
Home- where I have lived for my life and smelled the delicious smells of my father's cooking, where I have helped my mother plant flowers and trees. Home. It's where I live. -KatePotter13
~*~*~*~*~
While Ayron and Emily were on the plane, Ayron decided to explain some things to Emily. Some of his well kept secrets. Some of the secrets of his past. He wouldn't tell her everything, but some things that would make it an easy transaction in London. He started as so:
"Emily... There are some things you need to know before we arrive."
"Like what dad?"
"Like that my real name isn't Ayron Potter. It's Harry Potter and I wear glasses too. Normally I just wear these blue colored contacts. That's why you have to wear glasses. And also; I had a friend that we had a bad 'relationship' if you will call it. He accused me of murdering his father when in reality it was our old school enemy. His name was Ron and he believed the enemy over me his best friend. Now I imagine he's probably married to Hermione..."
"Wow dad... Is that why you moved to America?"
"No, that's not ever the half of it. See, there is this murderer who killed my parents their parents and my godfather. He also has been trying to kill me since the day he killed my parents. He tried to kill me but it didn't work." Harry paused for a second. He turned around and back again this time totally different. He had taken out his colored contacts to show that his eyes were green and that he needed glasses. His forehead had a thin scar on it. Emily could only imagine he had some kind of makeup on it. "And also, I would like to show you something." He paused a second took out a wand and waved it. Out popped a big bouquet of flowers. They were orange, white, red, yellow, and every color imaginable.
"Wow dad... I didn't know you were a magician!"
"I'm not a magician. I'm a wizard. We can take a wand and make stuff happen. My parents were wizards too."
"I think I'm starting to understand now."
"Yes. Anyways, you need to know this in case we run into some of my old friends. While we're in London I'll have a British accent but I doubt you will. You didn't grow up around me with a British accent. You'll start to blend in as we spend more time there.
"What ever you say dad. You're the boss."
*~*~*~*~*~*
The next couple of hours were spent talking about Harry's past. Soon enough the plane landed and they both got out. Harry's luggage was quite heavy. All of his wizarding stuff was in one suitcase. Harry took out his wand and charmed the bags to be feather-light. Then they set off into London.
They rented an apartment and started to start their life together. Just the two of them. All alone... This had just occurred to Harry. What now? They made it to London. They had their stuff. 'I suppose I need a job. But how am I supposed to get one here? People will surly suspect something. And what about Ginny?'
Ginny... Ginny Weasley... His old time girl friend. How would she take the news that he was back? Would she jump for joy? Would she try to avoid him all together? While he pondered this, Emily decided to go out and explore a little.
She went outside and looked around. Dark and rainy. That was all she saw. Dark. She certainly didn't like London so far. She walked down the street looking for some kind of civilization. She ended up at a store. She walked in and saw a man at the counter. He had flaming red hair with flecks of gray in it. He also had a mustache. By the word on his name-tag she knew that his name was 'Ron.' She went down one aisle and up another until she found what she was looking for. A bag of chips and a can of soda.
She walked up to Ron and he asked her, her name.
"Hullo there. I've never seen you around here before. What's your name?"
"I'm Em-mily P-Pott-ter. And you would be?"
"Ron Weasley. Potter did you say?"
"Yes, sir. Why?"
"Just curious but do you know someone named Harry?"
At this point Emily froze should she tell him or not?
"No, sir I'm sorry but I don't know anyone by that name"
Ron's hopes came crashing down. He looked very sad. After all these years of searching, he finally got close but turns out he wasn't even.
"Well Emily you certainly have good manners and I like that in a girl. I have 2 daughters of my own you know. Maybe you three should get together one day."
"Okay I'll be sure to remember that." Finished Emily.
Suddenly (as I the writer of this fanfic, I HAVE to include this =P) Harry walked in.
"Emily are you in here?"
"Yes dad."
"Okay come on it's time to go home now."
"Hold on dad let me say goodbye to Ron. BYE RON!!!!" shouted Emily across the deserted store.
"Goodbye Emily."
Harry looked up. His old friend, Ron Weasley was dusting the counter.
"Dad," whispered Emily. "Why don't you tell him who you really are? What would it hurt?"
"It would hurt a lot. I have a reputation here. Not one I like to share that often. See people here know that Harry Potter is famous. I didn't like being famous at all. It's not as much fun. But anyways, Ron was one of my old friends. If he knew who I was, well... there's no telling what may happen."
"Ok dad. If you're sure."
"I am. Come on now. Lets go home."
~*~*~*~
A few weeks after their run in with Ron, they had bought a new house. It was a mid-sized house, four bedrooms two baths, nothing special. But it was home. Some people call home a place to live and feel welcome at. Others, where they can feel happy or, to Harry and Emily, home was a place to be together. Feel happy and sad all at the same time. They found comfort in their new home. The walls were blank. In Harry's room there was a small closet to store his wizarding things from the past. He hated putting the stuff away again, but knew it must be done.
Emily's room was a dark pink, almost red but not quiet. She had some posters to put up. She sat on top of her desk. She didn't like London too much. The kids at school thought she was weird. It was always raining. Whenever there was sunshine, she went outside to ride her bike. She rode all around the neighborhood.
Once, she went a little farther than she should have but met someone new. His name was Jake. Jake had soft brown curly hair and vibrant blue eyes. The kind that one might just melt into if one looked into them for too long. He was about Emily's height and lanky. Emily remembered the first words he said.
"Hey there kid! Are you new to this neighborhood?"
Emily had been looking at him for a while before she noticed he was speaking to her.
"Uh yes I am. What's your name?"
"Jake and yours?"
"My name's Emily, or Emma for short."
"Cool so where do you live?"
Emily pointed behind her. "Back that way? Wanna come see my house?"
"Sure."
She hoped on her bike, as did Jake, and they sped off down the street. Jake's bike was faster than Emily's but he let back so that she could show him the way. Down 3 streets, up another, cross 2, loop-d-loop and there was her house, big and white. They went inside and Emily called out to her dad. "DAD I'M HOME! I MET A NEW PERSON TODAY! HIS NAME IS JAKE! I'M GONNA SHOW HIM AROUND!"
"OK SWEETHEART!"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" she looked at Jake "Well now, follow me!"
She gave him a grand tour. They entered the Fourier first. Off to the right was the living room and on the left were stairs that led to the upstairs. The downstairs was decorated elegantly with flowers engraved in the baseboards. The living room was green. The kitchen, a pale yellow. Every time you turned around, there was something new to look at. The house was truly magical.
After the tour, Emily took Jake out back. In the backyard she had a trampoline, a slide, and some swings. Nothing special, but it worked. Emma went over to the trampoline and started jumping. Soon enough Jake came over and started jumping with her. They ended up playing some kind of follow the leader on a trampoline. She would do something then he had to do the same thing. After they were finished jumping and laughing, they got back on their bikes. Jake went home and Emily bid him goodbye then went up to her room. She had had a good day.
Chapter 2 -home
Disclaimer: Anything you may recognize is not mine.
(Just to clear this up; Emily is not a wizard and won't be attending Hogwarts)
Home- where I have lived for my life and smelled the delicious smells of my father's cooking, where I have helped my mother plant flowers and trees. Home. It's where I live. -KatePotter13
~*~*~*~*~
While Ayron and Emily were on the plane, Ayron decided to explain some things to Emily. Some of his well kept secrets. Some of the secrets of his past. He wouldn't tell her everything, but some things that would make it an easy transaction in London. He started as so:
"Emily... There are some things you need to know before we arrive."
"Like what dad?"
"Like that my real name isn't Ayron Potter. It's Harry Potter and I wear glasses too. Normally I just wear these blue colored contacts. That's why you have to wear glasses. And also; I had a friend that we had a bad 'relationship' if you will call it. He accused me of murdering his father when in reality it was our old school enemy. His name was Ron and he believed the enemy over me his best friend. Now I imagine he's probably married to Hermione..."
"Wow dad... Is that why you moved to America?"
"No, that's not ever the half of it. See, there is this murderer who killed my parents their parents and my godfather. He also has been trying to kill me since the day he killed my parents. He tried to kill me but it didn't work." Harry paused for a second. He turned around and back again this time totally different. He had taken out his colored contacts to show that his eyes were green and that he needed glasses. His forehead had a thin scar on it. Emily could only imagine he had some kind of makeup on it. "And also, I would like to show you something." He paused a second took out a wand and waved it. Out popped a big bouquet of flowers. They were orange, white, red, yellow, and every color imaginable.
"Wow dad... I didn't know you were a magician!"
"I'm not a magician. I'm a wizard. We can take a wand and make stuff happen. My parents were wizards too."
"I think I'm starting to understand now."
"Yes. Anyways, you need to know this in case we run into some of my old friends. While we're in London I'll have a British accent but I doubt you will. You didn't grow up around me with a British accent. You'll start to blend in as we spend more time there.
"What ever you say dad. You're the boss."
*~*~*~*~*~*
The next couple of hours were spent talking about Harry's past. Soon enough the plane landed and they both got out. Harry's luggage was quite heavy. All of his wizarding stuff was in one suitcase. Harry took out his wand and charmed the bags to be feather-light. Then they set off into London.
They rented an apartment and started to start their life together. Just the two of them. All alone... This had just occurred to Harry. What now? They made it to London. They had their stuff. 'I suppose I need a job. But how am I supposed to get one here? People will surly suspect something. And what about Ginny?'
Ginny... Ginny Weasley... His old time girl friend. How would she take the news that he was back? Would she jump for joy? Would she try to avoid him all together? While he pondered this, Emily decided to go out and explore a little.
She went outside and looked around. Dark and rainy. That was all she saw. Dark. She certainly didn't like London so far. She walked down the street looking for some kind of civilization. She ended up at a store. She walked in and saw a man at the counter. He had flaming red hair with flecks of gray in it. He also had a mustache. By the word on his name-tag she knew that his name was 'Ron.' She went down one aisle and up another until she found what she was looking for. A bag of chips and a can of soda.
She walked up to Ron and he asked her, her name.
"Hullo there. I've never seen you around here before. What's your name?"
"I'm Em-mily P-Pott-ter. And you would be?"
"Ron Weasley. Potter did you say?"
"Yes, sir. Why?"
"Just curious but do you know someone named Harry?"
At this point Emily froze should she tell him or not?
"No, sir I'm sorry but I don't know anyone by that name"
Ron's hopes came crashing down. He looked very sad. After all these years of searching, he finally got close but turns out he wasn't even.
"Well Emily you certainly have good manners and I like that in a girl. I have 2 daughters of my own you know. Maybe you three should get together one day."
"Okay I'll be sure to remember that." Finished Emily.
Suddenly (as I the writer of this fanfic, I HAVE to include this =P) Harry walked in.
"Emily are you in here?"
"Yes dad."
"Okay come on it's time to go home now."
"Hold on dad let me say goodbye to Ron. BYE RON!!!!" shouted Emily across the deserted store.
"Goodbye Emily."
Harry looked up. His old friend, Ron Weasley was dusting the counter.
"Dad," whispered Emily. "Why don't you tell him who you really are? What would it hurt?"
"It would hurt a lot. I have a reputation here. Not one I like to share that often. See people here know that Harry Potter is famous. I didn't like being famous at all. It's not as much fun. But anyways, Ron was one of my old friends. If he knew who I was, well... there's no telling what may happen."
"Ok dad. If you're sure."
"I am. Come on now. Lets go home."
~*~*~*~
A few weeks after their run in with Ron, they had bought a new house. It was a mid-sized house, four bedrooms two baths, nothing special. But it was home. Some people call home a place to live and feel welcome at. Others, where they can feel happy or, to Harry and Emily, home was a place to be together. Feel happy and sad all at the same time. They found comfort in their new home. The walls were blank. In Harry's room there was a small closet to store his wizarding things from the past. He hated putting the stuff away again, but knew it must be done.
Emily's room was a dark pink, almost red but not quiet. She had some posters to put up. She sat on top of her desk. She didn't like London too much. The kids at school thought she was weird. It was always raining. Whenever there was sunshine, she went outside to ride her bike. She rode all around the neighborhood.
Once, she went a little farther than she should have but met someone new. His name was Jake. Jake had soft brown curly hair and vibrant blue eyes. The kind that one might just melt into if one looked into them for too long. He was about Emily's height and lanky. Emily remembered the first words he said.
"Hey there kid! Are you new to this neighborhood?"
Emily had been looking at him for a while before she noticed he was speaking to her.
"Uh yes I am. What's your name?"
"Jake and yours?"
"My name's Emily, or Emma for short."
"Cool so where do you live?"
Emily pointed behind her. "Back that way? Wanna come see my house?"
"Sure."
She hoped on her bike, as did Jake, and they sped off down the street. Jake's bike was faster than Emily's but he let back so that she could show him the way. Down 3 streets, up another, cross 2, loop-d-loop and there was her house, big and white. They went inside and Emily called out to her dad. "DAD I'M HOME! I MET A NEW PERSON TODAY! HIS NAME IS JAKE! I'M GONNA SHOW HIM AROUND!"
"OK SWEETHEART!"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" she looked at Jake "Well now, follow me!"
She gave him a grand tour. They entered the Fourier first. Off to the right was the living room and on the left were stairs that led to the upstairs. The downstairs was decorated elegantly with flowers engraved in the baseboards. The living room was green. The kitchen, a pale yellow. Every time you turned around, there was something new to look at. The house was truly magical.
After the tour, Emily took Jake out back. In the backyard she had a trampoline, a slide, and some swings. Nothing special, but it worked. Emma went over to the trampoline and started jumping. Soon enough Jake came over and started jumping with her. They ended up playing some kind of follow the leader on a trampoline. She would do something then he had to do the same thing. After they were finished jumping and laughing, they got back on their bikes. Jake went home and Emily bid him goodbye then went up to her room. She had had a good day.