Broken Hearts Always Heal Chapter 3- Encounters
She knew it.
Disclaimer: anything you recognize isn't mine
The next morning, Emily awoke with a bang. Literally. She went downstairs to find her dad trying to cook. He had his wand out and was trying to warm it up. He ended up with scorch marks on his face and hair . . . It was quite a sight. "Emily? A little help here? Please?" asked Harry.
"Of course dad. Look you CRACK the eggs before you put them in the pan. Then wait for five minutes and flip the egg over. Then add salt. Salt makes everything better."
"Oh yes Emma it does."
"Dad, I have a question."
"Shoot."
Emma was silent for a moment.
"That means ask," stated her dad.
"I know what it means! Anyways, when will you tell someone who you are?"
"I probably won't for a little while."
"Oh . . . well okay but I wish you'd tell someone. I don't like living in secret," finished Emily with a disappointed look on her face.
They ate their breakfast with more help from Emily (Poor dad had flipped the egg off the pan...). Today was Sunday: a day to lay back. So, as Sunday lets us do, they laid back, watched some T.V, and spent some quality time together. Later that day Emma met up with Jake. They sat on the porch swing together and talked. They didn't really talk about much. Jake explained the neighbors to her and made her laugh about how Mrs. Hanes, the evil 'witch' that lived beside her. When Jake went home Emma decided to ride her bike around for awhile.
Her feelings for Jake were coming and going. Her mind manipulated her into thinking about him every 5 minutes! She couldn't take it. She needed a girl to hang around with, to tell her secrets to, all the gossip, a good friend. That's all she wanted. She went down to a 7-11 to get some candy. When she got there she found a girl about her age with auburn hair and was sitting outside with what looked like her sister who had bright red hair. When they saw Emily they stood up. They figured she lived near to this spot because she had her bike and it didn't look like she had gone too far to get there. Fortunately, Jake had told them about her. He always said talked about Emily. They walked over to her and introduced themselves.
"Hi there! I'm Elizabeth Weasley."
"And I'm Lily Weasley."
Emily looked stunned. Two random girls had just walked up to her and introduced themselves. When does that ever happen?
"I'm Emily Potter. Did you say your name was Weasley?"
"Yes we did," replied Lily who was 12. Elizabeth was 10 and Emily had just turned 12.
"Are you by any chance related to Ron Weasley?" asked Emily.
"Yes we are. We're his daughters," said Elizabeth"
'Wow' thought Emily 'these must be the daughters of the man I talked to in the store. I wonder if they know about my dad...'
"Do you know a Harry Potter by any chance?" asked Lily.
"If I tell you my answer will you swear to me that you won't go telling a soul?"
"Yes we promise," said Lily and Elizabeth together.
"Ok... I am related to him. He's my dad." Emily hung her head a bit and mumbled the last words.
"What's that? I didn't quite catch the last part." Said Lily"
"Harry Potter is my dad." She repeated.
"I KNEW IT!" shouted Elizabeth. "My mum and dad have a picture of your dad from a couple years ago. I thought I recognized your eyes. You have your dads eyes you know" It was clear that Elizabeth got her intelligence from Hermione, who was in fact Ron's wife.
"Wow... No one's ever said that before... My dad usually wears contacts to cover up his eye color."
"Well I didn't have to know his eye color! The shape the 'Potter eyes' is recognizable from a mile! Even if I had just met your dad and the colors of your eyes were different I could still tell you where you got your eyes. I wish my eyes had the same almond shape to them." Finished Elizabeth.
It took a minute for all of this to sink into Emily. After all, she knew her father's eyes and hers looked alike but not that alike. It was a surprise to her to learn this.
"Hey do you want to see if you can sleep over at our house tonight? We need to talk about your dad and stuff. The picture in our house is probably something you should see. It's moving and all." Lily said.
"Yeah right... pictures don't move. But yeah that would be cool if I could sleep over. I'll ask my dad"
"Pictures do move! I bet your dad had some packed away somewhere."
"Maybe would you guys like to come back to my house to ask?"
"Sure come on Elizabeth let's get our bikes and go."
"Alright sis."
They climbed on their bikes and sped up the street letting Emily lead since she knew where to go.
"Hey dad! I'm home!!!" hollered Emily to her dad. He was probably working in the bathroom. Who knew a one week project would turn into a month long task. "I brought some kids I met at the store. Their names are Elizabeth and Lily Weasley. They wanted to know if I could sleep over with them at their house tonight."
This puzzled Harry. Why would they invite Emily over when they barely knew her? Going with his instincts (he really needed a day off) he let her go. He hoped she would have a good time.
"Hullo Elizabeth and Lily. I'm Ayron Potter, Emily's dad. Yes Emily you may go but you must be back before 12 tomorrow. Go and pack."
"Ohh thank you daddy!" Emily hugged her dad really tight and ran upstairs with the other girls to pack.
"I'm so happy he said yes!" exclaimed Emily.
"We are too! You can meet our mum and dad," told Lily.
"I already know your dad... I met him while we were staying in the apartment. I went into his store to get bread."
"Oh! You're the girl he was talking about with our mum. He said that there was a girl that walked in that had your dad's eyes and he thought there was some connection between you and Harry but he couldn't put his finger on it," said Lily.
"They were talking about me? Well, I guess it shouldn't bother me. Let's get packing so we can go over to your house."
So they got packing. They rummaged all through Emily's drawers and closets. They knew it was just for a night but they still had to find something. Elizabeth and Lily wanted to play music all night long so they needed something to dance in. They chose a pair of red and white-checkered pajama pants and a red shirt for sleeping (if they slept that is). They also chose a pale yellow t-shirt and blue jeans for the next day. Emily's dad would kill her if he knew that she wore the same thing all through the night. They put it in a duffle bag and got Emily's toiletries and CDs and they were on their way.
"Bye dad! I'm leaving now! See you tomorrow!" said Emily.
"Bye sweetheart!" replied Harry.
They then left whispering about what they were going to do that night.
At the nightclub
Harry Potter walked into the club. Since Emily was out at the sleepover, he decided to go. He needed a good drink and a night off. When he walked in it was more than he expected. There were men with their wives, girlfriends, other guys, ect. and same with the ladies. He sat down at a table near by and a girl walked up to him almost instantly. She looked vaguely familiar. She had strait dark red hair and vibrant green eyes. She walked over and started talking to him.
"You look familiar... Have we met?" the woman asked.
"I don't think so. What is your name?" Harry asked back
"I'm Ginny Weasley."
"Really? I'm Ayron Potter."
Her eyes widened. She thought he looked familiar. 'This must be Harry!' she thought.
"Do tell me, do you know Harry Potter?"
"I get that a lot it seems but no I am not. Sorry miss."
'Darn it.' She thought 'I was so close but he's not the guy. I hope I find Harry. I've missed him so much. His touch, his big warm green eyes, his messy jet-black hair, his... stop this Ginny get over yourself. You can't live in the past forever! You have to learn to move on and accept his leaving. He had a good reason and you know it.
"Would you like to dance Ginny?" Harry asked her.
"Sure follow me."
They walked out onto the dance floor and began dancing.
'This is her... I can't believe I met up with Ginny after so long. I wonder how she's doing. I remember her sweet voice... the way my fingers ran through her hair... watching her sleep... everything about her was so beautiful. I can only imagine how life's been treating her.'
"How are you Ginny?"
"I've been pretty good. You look so much like Harry Potter that I thought that maybe you were him... He disappeared from existence about 13 years ago and my family and friends have been looking for him ever since."
"Were you friends with Harry?"
"Yes very. We were in a serious relationship when he moved away. We were devastated when he moved. He didn't even tell anyone." A wave of sadness washed over her as soon as she said that.
"I'm so sorry. I hope you find him one day." Harry felt guilty about not telling her his true identity but knew it was for the better.
"We all hope so too... Well enough about me. Tell me about your experiences in life."
"Well I used to live in America, I've divorced once, I have custody of my angel, Emily, and I'm single."
"You have a daughter? How old is she?"
"She just turned 12."
"Wow... My brother has a daughter that's 12 too. He also had a 10 year old."
"I think they've met. Emily is sleeping over there tonight. Lily and Elizabeth Weasley right?"
"Yup that's them. I can't believe you know them! Look, it's getting late and I have to go. Would you like to come back to my place for awhile?"
"Sure. Are you sure it's alright?"
"Yes I'm positive I'd really like to get to know you better."
"OK then let's go!"
And with that, Harry and Ginny hoped into their cars. Harry followed Ginny all the way back to her place and they talked long past midnight.
She knew it.
Disclaimer: anything you recognize isn't mine
The next morning, Emily awoke with a bang. Literally. She went downstairs to find her dad trying to cook. He had his wand out and was trying to warm it up. He ended up with scorch marks on his face and hair . . . It was quite a sight. "Emily? A little help here? Please?" asked Harry.
"Of course dad. Look you CRACK the eggs before you put them in the pan. Then wait for five minutes and flip the egg over. Then add salt. Salt makes everything better."
"Oh yes Emma it does."
"Dad, I have a question."
"Shoot."
Emma was silent for a moment.
"That means ask," stated her dad.
"I know what it means! Anyways, when will you tell someone who you are?"
"I probably won't for a little while."
"Oh . . . well okay but I wish you'd tell someone. I don't like living in secret," finished Emily with a disappointed look on her face.
They ate their breakfast with more help from Emily (Poor dad had flipped the egg off the pan...). Today was Sunday: a day to lay back. So, as Sunday lets us do, they laid back, watched some T.V, and spent some quality time together. Later that day Emma met up with Jake. They sat on the porch swing together and talked. They didn't really talk about much. Jake explained the neighbors to her and made her laugh about how Mrs. Hanes, the evil 'witch' that lived beside her. When Jake went home Emma decided to ride her bike around for awhile.
Her feelings for Jake were coming and going. Her mind manipulated her into thinking about him every 5 minutes! She couldn't take it. She needed a girl to hang around with, to tell her secrets to, all the gossip, a good friend. That's all she wanted. She went down to a 7-11 to get some candy. When she got there she found a girl about her age with auburn hair and was sitting outside with what looked like her sister who had bright red hair. When they saw Emily they stood up. They figured she lived near to this spot because she had her bike and it didn't look like she had gone too far to get there. Fortunately, Jake had told them about her. He always said talked about Emily. They walked over to her and introduced themselves.
"Hi there! I'm Elizabeth Weasley."
"And I'm Lily Weasley."
Emily looked stunned. Two random girls had just walked up to her and introduced themselves. When does that ever happen?
"I'm Emily Potter. Did you say your name was Weasley?"
"Yes we did," replied Lily who was 12. Elizabeth was 10 and Emily had just turned 12.
"Are you by any chance related to Ron Weasley?" asked Emily.
"Yes we are. We're his daughters," said Elizabeth"
'Wow' thought Emily 'these must be the daughters of the man I talked to in the store. I wonder if they know about my dad...'
"Do you know a Harry Potter by any chance?" asked Lily.
"If I tell you my answer will you swear to me that you won't go telling a soul?"
"Yes we promise," said Lily and Elizabeth together.
"Ok... I am related to him. He's my dad." Emily hung her head a bit and mumbled the last words.
"What's that? I didn't quite catch the last part." Said Lily"
"Harry Potter is my dad." She repeated.
"I KNEW IT!" shouted Elizabeth. "My mum and dad have a picture of your dad from a couple years ago. I thought I recognized your eyes. You have your dads eyes you know" It was clear that Elizabeth got her intelligence from Hermione, who was in fact Ron's wife.
"Wow... No one's ever said that before... My dad usually wears contacts to cover up his eye color."
"Well I didn't have to know his eye color! The shape the 'Potter eyes' is recognizable from a mile! Even if I had just met your dad and the colors of your eyes were different I could still tell you where you got your eyes. I wish my eyes had the same almond shape to them." Finished Elizabeth.
It took a minute for all of this to sink into Emily. After all, she knew her father's eyes and hers looked alike but not that alike. It was a surprise to her to learn this.
"Hey do you want to see if you can sleep over at our house tonight? We need to talk about your dad and stuff. The picture in our house is probably something you should see. It's moving and all." Lily said.
"Yeah right... pictures don't move. But yeah that would be cool if I could sleep over. I'll ask my dad"
"Pictures do move! I bet your dad had some packed away somewhere."
"Maybe would you guys like to come back to my house to ask?"
"Sure come on Elizabeth let's get our bikes and go."
"Alright sis."
They climbed on their bikes and sped up the street letting Emily lead since she knew where to go.
"Hey dad! I'm home!!!" hollered Emily to her dad. He was probably working in the bathroom. Who knew a one week project would turn into a month long task. "I brought some kids I met at the store. Their names are Elizabeth and Lily Weasley. They wanted to know if I could sleep over with them at their house tonight."
This puzzled Harry. Why would they invite Emily over when they barely knew her? Going with his instincts (he really needed a day off) he let her go. He hoped she would have a good time.
"Hullo Elizabeth and Lily. I'm Ayron Potter, Emily's dad. Yes Emily you may go but you must be back before 12 tomorrow. Go and pack."
"Ohh thank you daddy!" Emily hugged her dad really tight and ran upstairs with the other girls to pack.
"I'm so happy he said yes!" exclaimed Emily.
"We are too! You can meet our mum and dad," told Lily.
"I already know your dad... I met him while we were staying in the apartment. I went into his store to get bread."
"Oh! You're the girl he was talking about with our mum. He said that there was a girl that walked in that had your dad's eyes and he thought there was some connection between you and Harry but he couldn't put his finger on it," said Lily.
"They were talking about me? Well, I guess it shouldn't bother me. Let's get packing so we can go over to your house."
So they got packing. They rummaged all through Emily's drawers and closets. They knew it was just for a night but they still had to find something. Elizabeth and Lily wanted to play music all night long so they needed something to dance in. They chose a pair of red and white-checkered pajama pants and a red shirt for sleeping (if they slept that is). They also chose a pale yellow t-shirt and blue jeans for the next day. Emily's dad would kill her if he knew that she wore the same thing all through the night. They put it in a duffle bag and got Emily's toiletries and CDs and they were on their way.
"Bye dad! I'm leaving now! See you tomorrow!" said Emily.
"Bye sweetheart!" replied Harry.
They then left whispering about what they were going to do that night.
At the nightclub
Harry Potter walked into the club. Since Emily was out at the sleepover, he decided to go. He needed a good drink and a night off. When he walked in it was more than he expected. There were men with their wives, girlfriends, other guys, ect. and same with the ladies. He sat down at a table near by and a girl walked up to him almost instantly. She looked vaguely familiar. She had strait dark red hair and vibrant green eyes. She walked over and started talking to him.
"You look familiar... Have we met?" the woman asked.
"I don't think so. What is your name?" Harry asked back
"I'm Ginny Weasley."
"Really? I'm Ayron Potter."
Her eyes widened. She thought he looked familiar. 'This must be Harry!' she thought.
"Do tell me, do you know Harry Potter?"
"I get that a lot it seems but no I am not. Sorry miss."
'Darn it.' She thought 'I was so close but he's not the guy. I hope I find Harry. I've missed him so much. His touch, his big warm green eyes, his messy jet-black hair, his... stop this Ginny get over yourself. You can't live in the past forever! You have to learn to move on and accept his leaving. He had a good reason and you know it.
"Would you like to dance Ginny?" Harry asked her.
"Sure follow me."
They walked out onto the dance floor and began dancing.
'This is her... I can't believe I met up with Ginny after so long. I wonder how she's doing. I remember her sweet voice... the way my fingers ran through her hair... watching her sleep... everything about her was so beautiful. I can only imagine how life's been treating her.'
"How are you Ginny?"
"I've been pretty good. You look so much like Harry Potter that I thought that maybe you were him... He disappeared from existence about 13 years ago and my family and friends have been looking for him ever since."
"Were you friends with Harry?"
"Yes very. We were in a serious relationship when he moved away. We were devastated when he moved. He didn't even tell anyone." A wave of sadness washed over her as soon as she said that.
"I'm so sorry. I hope you find him one day." Harry felt guilty about not telling her his true identity but knew it was for the better.
"We all hope so too... Well enough about me. Tell me about your experiences in life."
"Well I used to live in America, I've divorced once, I have custody of my angel, Emily, and I'm single."
"You have a daughter? How old is she?"
"She just turned 12."
"Wow... My brother has a daughter that's 12 too. He also had a 10 year old."
"I think they've met. Emily is sleeping over there tonight. Lily and Elizabeth Weasley right?"
"Yup that's them. I can't believe you know them! Look, it's getting late and I have to go. Would you like to come back to my place for awhile?"
"Sure. Are you sure it's alright?"
"Yes I'm positive I'd really like to get to know you better."
"OK then let's go!"
And with that, Harry and Ginny hoped into their cars. Harry followed Ginny all the way back to her place and they talked long past midnight.