Nobara::runs in & sits at computer:: No time to talk, must type!!
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"Voldemort? Harry I've known you for a long time but not quite long enough to where I'm going to rush into danger like this. I'm going back," said the redhead as he stopped, the cloak falling off of him. Harry turned to look at his best friend. "Please Ron, just this once," he asked with a begging glance. Shaking his head the redhead pulled the cloak back over himself and started walking again with Harry, "You do realize this is your birthday and Christmas presents for the next sixteen years." Harry only laughed as they made their way deeper into the forest. Soon they came to a small clearing with a bonfire built directly in the center. Around it stood many robed and masked figures, the Deatheaters. Sarina's hands had been boundbehind her feet and her feet tied together to a tree.
Ron gulped as the two boys crouched in the undergrowth of the trees to watch the weird ceremony. "You bastard! What do you want from me?" shouted the angry Amazon as her fire red eyes glared at the solitary figure seated on a platform to the far end of the clearing. Harry's gaze shifted to the figure as it stood up and began walking towards Sarina. Immediately the bolt shaped scar began to tingle, "That's him," Harry whispered. Ron looked at him with a face of terror and then back to the clearing. "Sarina, you know why I want you. You are the last of your kind, the only way that my plan can work," said the dark lord as his hand stretched out to stroke Sarina's cheek.
The woman tried to bite the finger that touched her but to no avail as he drew back and began to laugh. "What does he mean by that Harry?" asked Ron in a whisper. Harry's mind began to spin and then the plan dawned on him. "Voldemort's going to kill me. But when he does he'll die too. Sarina's blood can raise the dead and that is why he needs her," replied Harry. Again the redhead gulped, "So what's the plan?" Harry's eyes flew open, was his cowardly friend willing to rush into danger now that he was in trouble? The wizard laughed softly, that was Ron for you. A rises to the occasion, save the day super hero. "Find a way to free Sarina," he replied and crawled from under the cloak to disappear into the shadows. A soft whimper came from the redhead as he began to crawl in the opposite direction towards Sarina.
Voldemort had turned back to his followers and began to speak words that Harry paid no attention to. Sarina was still struggling with her ropes when the still invisible Ron crept over to her. "Professor Tourneti," he whispered to get her attention. "Just call me Sarina and get me the hell out of here," she hissed back, still struggling to keep the charade of her helplessness up. Harry felt relief wash over him when he saw that Sarina's ropes had been undone and under the cloak both her and Ron were slipping away to safety. If only the Deatheaters hadn't have noticed Sarina's sudden disappearance. "Don't just stand there you fools! After her!" screamed Voldemort(a/n: Is it just me or do bad guys say this at least once every story?). Like snakes the followers slithered away into the shadows like dark snakes. Voldemort sat down on his chair again in time to feel Harry press the tip of the sword into the back of his neck. Fourtunately Sarina had left a stray one at the lake.
"Well, well, if it isn't our young Mr. Potter," he said in a mocking voice. Harry clenched his teeth, all the rage and hatred for this being began to well into his throat. The tip pressed into Voldemort's flesh deeper, how easy it would be to end his life here and now, but could he really bring himself to sacrifice his own life? Yes. "Ronald, you go on. I have to go back for Harry," said Sarina suddenly, pushing Ron through the trees into the school yard and sprinting back through the trees. The two slender black sticks that held her hair back where pulled loosse and flipped open revealing the dragon fans. Still running she performed the ritual she had earlier that same day and with a crack of light and smoke the large black dragon appeared between her and the on coming Deatheaters.
Like the plagues descended on Egypt the dragon took after the Deatheaters. Swiping at them the creature killed a dozen in that single blow, the few solitary remnants of the group feld into the trees to hide from the beast created by the princess. "God please don't let me be too late," she said to herself as she skidded to a halt in the clearing. "Go ahead Potter, kill me. But it won't be of any use, I'll just come back you know. My followers will revive me," said the Dark Lord as he stood up. Harry gave a bitter laugh, "I don't think so, if I go to hell you're coming with me." Sarina watched the two stare at each other for some time until finally Voldemort sprang at the young wizard with a speed that surprised Sarina.
But with an equal speed Harry dodged the would be fatal blow and swung at Voldemort with the sword. The contact with the blade threw Voldemort aback, he hadn't expected for the wizard to land a blow. "For each piece of my heart you cut away I'll cut away a piece of you," shouted Harry, lashing out again at Voldemort in complete blind rage. Each time Harry cut the Dark Lord a cut appeared on him as well. But the fuel of anger kept him from feeling any of it. Voldemort lay dying on the ground, still shocked and surprised at Harry's strength and rage but he laughed anyways. "Good job lad, you remind me of me as a boy," said Voldemort with a cackle. Harry held the blade next to the still cackling wizard's throat, "I am nothing like you," he hissed. Before he deal the killing blow a fist came in contact with jaw sending him reeling to the ground. "You are just like him Harry. Can't you see? His campaign was fueled by anger and bitterness just as you are now. Don't be like him Harry don't," said the soft voice of Sarina whose face was mostly shadowed.
Harry glanced up and wiped the trail of blood away from the corner of his mouth. Her long dark hair swirled around her as the wind whistled through the trees and on her cheeks glistened something he'd never seen from his teacher before. Stepping closer and falling to her knees her eyes were sparkling blue and silver streaked and made paths from her eyes to drip off the edge of her face. The tough as nails Sarina was crying. At that moment Harry could feel the rage and anger bubbling down to a calm and he reached out to hug Sarina. This time she hugged him back, burying her face in his shoulder so no one would see her tears. "Please don't be like him Harry, I tried to help him but I couldn't, don't be another failure..." she said, her words muffled by his robes. Harry nodded and began to stroke her hair gently, the dark strands feeling like glossamer in his fingers.
Looking over to the Dark Lord he saw his chest heaving with difficulty and began to feel his own insides begin to clench up. Doubling over Sarina caught him and gently layed him down on the ground and wiped her tears away. Tiny crystals were scattered on the ground around his head. Sarina gently brushed the hair fom his face and watched him writhe, not fully knowing what to do. "I can help you Harry in two ways. One you and he die and then I bring you back or two I try something I've never done before," she said, ripping her sleeve off and wiping the blood away from his skin. "What exactly are you planning to do?" he asked through a grimace. "Something the book didn't mention, the Tournetis, we descended from warrior angels. That is why we look so odd and our blood can raise the dead. But like other angels the warriors had healing powers that worked by taking half the injuries onto themselves. I don't know if it'll work but it'll be a better guarantee that he won't come back with you," she replied pointing over her shoulder to Voldemort who had just taken his last breath.
"Okay then, let's try number two," said Harry with a soft laugh. Sarina nodded and pulled her hair back. Leaning forward her face was even with Harry's and she opened her mouth and gently forced his open. Breathing in Sarina watched the mist like substance draw out of Harry and into her, her head throbbing with each once of pain she took in. Feeling the press of death lifting off of him Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Sarina. Blinking his eyes he tried to figure out if he were hallucinating or not, but he could've sworn he'd seen faint wings on her. In the end he'd imagined it Sarina began to wilt some, Harry could tell now that she'd taken on more than half the injuried, he could see them spreading across her bare arms and legs. He tried to close his mouth but couldn't, she held it open and continued to draw the pain and injuries away.
Pushing himself up he kissed Sarina and he could feel a few of his injuries return, Sarina had stopped but was near unconcious. Pulling back she tried to stand but fell, only to be caught by the wizard. Like the first night he'd met her he picked her up bridal style and began to carry her back to the castle. Madame Pomfrey had already prepared her a bed and several teachers stood in the doorway. Snape, McGonagall and of course Dumbledore. "Run along to bed Potter, you've had a long night," said Snape nodding towards the stairways. Laying down the raven haired Sarina she reached out and grabbed his wrist. "No, I want him to stay here, and you too Dumbledore," she said and closed her eyes. Everyone other than the two mentioned wizards left the room, Pomfrey closing the doors behind her. "Tell him everything that happened," said the exhausted Sarina motioned to Dumbledore.
After throughly explaining the entire thing Harry stopped to stare at the headmaster who looked overjoyed. "So that is the end of a nightmare," he said in his same gentle tone. Harry nodded, "And what of you Sarina, have you decided to stay another year?" he continued. Sarina laughed," There is no way in hell I'm staying here, just look at what you people do to me," she said. Harry and Dumbledore laughed again. "I'm going to go back to bed now, seeing you're not going to die Sarina, I think I'll escort him to bed," said the headmaster as he stood up. "If you insist on tearing my little minion from me," she replied and began to drift to sleep. With a last glance Harry followed Dumbledore into the corridor. "She's an amazing person," said Dumbledore with a laugh. "What do you mean professor?" asked Harry. Dumbledore shrugged, "In all my years of knowing her she has been engaged no less than fifty times but has never married. She can make anyone love her in an instant and she has the power to rule the world, yet she remains the same old Sarina."
Harry laughed softly, Sarina did strike him as that kind of person, "And to think she would've died all those months ago," Dumbledore continued. "She did?" asked Harry, surprise dripping from his voice. Dumbledore nodded, "What she did for you tonight Sabrina had done for her, taking many of Sarina's injuries into herself. And yet she's never sought revenge for her people, ecept for a few centuries ago. Born a warrior and skilled at it she hated it, being so out of pure necessity. All she's ever wanted, to be a normal woman. Crown princess, ancient Amazon, she's been everything except normal. She even switched places with Sabrina so she wouldn't ever have to be queen. The medallion Sabrina wore was the royal crest, owned by the next ruler and them alone. When Sabrina died she gaved it back to the rightful heir. For years she has ran and hid, never getting close enough to people to become attached because she values life. You may not see that but it's because she's become so well at hiding it. Her joking in the hospital wing, that was the way Sarina was when I nearly married her. That was nearly sixty years ago. After that she became cold and distant but anyone could see how bad it killed her inside. But then you Mr. Potter, you befriend her on some degree and make her return to the person she once was, the one I just described for you.
"And even though she may never say it, she's grateful to you," said Dumbledore. Harry listened and tried to comprehend everything his professor had said. "Now run along Potter, neither of you have anything more to worry," said the old headmaster as he began walking away to his own room. Crawling into bed Harry could hear the whisperings of the others, several asking questions but he didn't bother to answer them, all he wanted at the moment was to sleep. The next morning Harry woke to the violent shaking of his shoulder. Flinging his arm up in an atempt to stop the shaker he clocked them in the nose. "'Arry, what was that for?" asked the burly voice of Hagrid. Groggily Harry rolled over and looked at his giant friend, "Sorry about that Hargid," he replied through a laugh and yawn. Hagrid nodded, "They sent me up here to get you because you hadn't gotten up yet," Hagrid replied.
Harry nodded and stood up, he was still wearing his clothes from the previous night, caked with dirt and blood. Changing quickly he and Hagrid started out back towards the dining hall. "When everyone heard about your defeat the teachers immediately began to plan a reward for you," said Hargid as opened the doors. Harry was knocked back by the screaming of hundreds of people screaming different congratulations that he didn't quite catch. Laughing Ron and Hermione hugged Harry and began to pour the congratulations on him, "I helped to ya know," said Ron jokingly. "I know that's why both of you are recieving a reward that will leave you rich for the rest of your days!" said a jolly man with a pointed hat. "Who are you?" asked Harry. "I'm a cousin of your godfather, Sirius Black. I posted a reward a few years ago for Voldemort's capture. Unlike the rest of my family, I was against him from the beginning," he replied and shook both the boys' hands.
The party continued for a hour or so before Harry had escaped and slipped away to the hospital wing to see Sarina. But much to his distress she was no where to be seen. Sitting down on her bed he figured she'd already healed and left without a good-bye. Looking at the pillows he saw a small piece of paper. Picking it up he read the finely wrote words 'Turn Around.' But before the wizard could he felt the cold steel of a jagged blade pressed to the felsh of his throat and lips next to his ear, "I could kill you in forty-seven different ways right now and you wouldn't realize it until you were six feet under," whispered a seductive voice. Harry chuckled, "Do you tell everyone that or do you just like me?" he asked. "I may like you a little bit," she replied and pulled the dagger away. Turning around to face her Harry embraced Sarina lovingly, "I'd thought you'd left with out a good- bye," he said. "I would never, you've grown on me kid," she replied. With a smile Harry pulled her closer, "Enough to where I could do this?" Leaning down he once more locked his lips on hers. He wasn't brave enough to try and go into a deeper kiss and pulled back to breathe. "Maybe," she laughed and hugged him again, "just maybe."
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Nobara: Another story!!
Ron: Does this mean we have to leave?
Nobara: Not unless you want to, Hiei hangs around all the time if you haven't noticed.
Hiei::laying on floor in a sugar coma:: ....
Nobara: n.n; Anyways, That's it for this story, see ya around.
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"Voldemort? Harry I've known you for a long time but not quite long enough to where I'm going to rush into danger like this. I'm going back," said the redhead as he stopped, the cloak falling off of him. Harry turned to look at his best friend. "Please Ron, just this once," he asked with a begging glance. Shaking his head the redhead pulled the cloak back over himself and started walking again with Harry, "You do realize this is your birthday and Christmas presents for the next sixteen years." Harry only laughed as they made their way deeper into the forest. Soon they came to a small clearing with a bonfire built directly in the center. Around it stood many robed and masked figures, the Deatheaters. Sarina's hands had been boundbehind her feet and her feet tied together to a tree.
Ron gulped as the two boys crouched in the undergrowth of the trees to watch the weird ceremony. "You bastard! What do you want from me?" shouted the angry Amazon as her fire red eyes glared at the solitary figure seated on a platform to the far end of the clearing. Harry's gaze shifted to the figure as it stood up and began walking towards Sarina. Immediately the bolt shaped scar began to tingle, "That's him," Harry whispered. Ron looked at him with a face of terror and then back to the clearing. "Sarina, you know why I want you. You are the last of your kind, the only way that my plan can work," said the dark lord as his hand stretched out to stroke Sarina's cheek.
The woman tried to bite the finger that touched her but to no avail as he drew back and began to laugh. "What does he mean by that Harry?" asked Ron in a whisper. Harry's mind began to spin and then the plan dawned on him. "Voldemort's going to kill me. But when he does he'll die too. Sarina's blood can raise the dead and that is why he needs her," replied Harry. Again the redhead gulped, "So what's the plan?" Harry's eyes flew open, was his cowardly friend willing to rush into danger now that he was in trouble? The wizard laughed softly, that was Ron for you. A rises to the occasion, save the day super hero. "Find a way to free Sarina," he replied and crawled from under the cloak to disappear into the shadows. A soft whimper came from the redhead as he began to crawl in the opposite direction towards Sarina.
Voldemort had turned back to his followers and began to speak words that Harry paid no attention to. Sarina was still struggling with her ropes when the still invisible Ron crept over to her. "Professor Tourneti," he whispered to get her attention. "Just call me Sarina and get me the hell out of here," she hissed back, still struggling to keep the charade of her helplessness up. Harry felt relief wash over him when he saw that Sarina's ropes had been undone and under the cloak both her and Ron were slipping away to safety. If only the Deatheaters hadn't have noticed Sarina's sudden disappearance. "Don't just stand there you fools! After her!" screamed Voldemort(a/n: Is it just me or do bad guys say this at least once every story?). Like snakes the followers slithered away into the shadows like dark snakes. Voldemort sat down on his chair again in time to feel Harry press the tip of the sword into the back of his neck. Fourtunately Sarina had left a stray one at the lake.
"Well, well, if it isn't our young Mr. Potter," he said in a mocking voice. Harry clenched his teeth, all the rage and hatred for this being began to well into his throat. The tip pressed into Voldemort's flesh deeper, how easy it would be to end his life here and now, but could he really bring himself to sacrifice his own life? Yes. "Ronald, you go on. I have to go back for Harry," said Sarina suddenly, pushing Ron through the trees into the school yard and sprinting back through the trees. The two slender black sticks that held her hair back where pulled loosse and flipped open revealing the dragon fans. Still running she performed the ritual she had earlier that same day and with a crack of light and smoke the large black dragon appeared between her and the on coming Deatheaters.
Like the plagues descended on Egypt the dragon took after the Deatheaters. Swiping at them the creature killed a dozen in that single blow, the few solitary remnants of the group feld into the trees to hide from the beast created by the princess. "God please don't let me be too late," she said to herself as she skidded to a halt in the clearing. "Go ahead Potter, kill me. But it won't be of any use, I'll just come back you know. My followers will revive me," said the Dark Lord as he stood up. Harry gave a bitter laugh, "I don't think so, if I go to hell you're coming with me." Sarina watched the two stare at each other for some time until finally Voldemort sprang at the young wizard with a speed that surprised Sarina.
But with an equal speed Harry dodged the would be fatal blow and swung at Voldemort with the sword. The contact with the blade threw Voldemort aback, he hadn't expected for the wizard to land a blow. "For each piece of my heart you cut away I'll cut away a piece of you," shouted Harry, lashing out again at Voldemort in complete blind rage. Each time Harry cut the Dark Lord a cut appeared on him as well. But the fuel of anger kept him from feeling any of it. Voldemort lay dying on the ground, still shocked and surprised at Harry's strength and rage but he laughed anyways. "Good job lad, you remind me of me as a boy," said Voldemort with a cackle. Harry held the blade next to the still cackling wizard's throat, "I am nothing like you," he hissed. Before he deal the killing blow a fist came in contact with jaw sending him reeling to the ground. "You are just like him Harry. Can't you see? His campaign was fueled by anger and bitterness just as you are now. Don't be like him Harry don't," said the soft voice of Sarina whose face was mostly shadowed.
Harry glanced up and wiped the trail of blood away from the corner of his mouth. Her long dark hair swirled around her as the wind whistled through the trees and on her cheeks glistened something he'd never seen from his teacher before. Stepping closer and falling to her knees her eyes were sparkling blue and silver streaked and made paths from her eyes to drip off the edge of her face. The tough as nails Sarina was crying. At that moment Harry could feel the rage and anger bubbling down to a calm and he reached out to hug Sarina. This time she hugged him back, burying her face in his shoulder so no one would see her tears. "Please don't be like him Harry, I tried to help him but I couldn't, don't be another failure..." she said, her words muffled by his robes. Harry nodded and began to stroke her hair gently, the dark strands feeling like glossamer in his fingers.
Looking over to the Dark Lord he saw his chest heaving with difficulty and began to feel his own insides begin to clench up. Doubling over Sarina caught him and gently layed him down on the ground and wiped her tears away. Tiny crystals were scattered on the ground around his head. Sarina gently brushed the hair fom his face and watched him writhe, not fully knowing what to do. "I can help you Harry in two ways. One you and he die and then I bring you back or two I try something I've never done before," she said, ripping her sleeve off and wiping the blood away from his skin. "What exactly are you planning to do?" he asked through a grimace. "Something the book didn't mention, the Tournetis, we descended from warrior angels. That is why we look so odd and our blood can raise the dead. But like other angels the warriors had healing powers that worked by taking half the injuries onto themselves. I don't know if it'll work but it'll be a better guarantee that he won't come back with you," she replied pointing over her shoulder to Voldemort who had just taken his last breath.
"Okay then, let's try number two," said Harry with a soft laugh. Sarina nodded and pulled her hair back. Leaning forward her face was even with Harry's and she opened her mouth and gently forced his open. Breathing in Sarina watched the mist like substance draw out of Harry and into her, her head throbbing with each once of pain she took in. Feeling the press of death lifting off of him Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Sarina. Blinking his eyes he tried to figure out if he were hallucinating or not, but he could've sworn he'd seen faint wings on her. In the end he'd imagined it Sarina began to wilt some, Harry could tell now that she'd taken on more than half the injuried, he could see them spreading across her bare arms and legs. He tried to close his mouth but couldn't, she held it open and continued to draw the pain and injuries away.
Pushing himself up he kissed Sarina and he could feel a few of his injuries return, Sarina had stopped but was near unconcious. Pulling back she tried to stand but fell, only to be caught by the wizard. Like the first night he'd met her he picked her up bridal style and began to carry her back to the castle. Madame Pomfrey had already prepared her a bed and several teachers stood in the doorway. Snape, McGonagall and of course Dumbledore. "Run along to bed Potter, you've had a long night," said Snape nodding towards the stairways. Laying down the raven haired Sarina she reached out and grabbed his wrist. "No, I want him to stay here, and you too Dumbledore," she said and closed her eyes. Everyone other than the two mentioned wizards left the room, Pomfrey closing the doors behind her. "Tell him everything that happened," said the exhausted Sarina motioned to Dumbledore.
After throughly explaining the entire thing Harry stopped to stare at the headmaster who looked overjoyed. "So that is the end of a nightmare," he said in his same gentle tone. Harry nodded, "And what of you Sarina, have you decided to stay another year?" he continued. Sarina laughed," There is no way in hell I'm staying here, just look at what you people do to me," she said. Harry and Dumbledore laughed again. "I'm going to go back to bed now, seeing you're not going to die Sarina, I think I'll escort him to bed," said the headmaster as he stood up. "If you insist on tearing my little minion from me," she replied and began to drift to sleep. With a last glance Harry followed Dumbledore into the corridor. "She's an amazing person," said Dumbledore with a laugh. "What do you mean professor?" asked Harry. Dumbledore shrugged, "In all my years of knowing her she has been engaged no less than fifty times but has never married. She can make anyone love her in an instant and she has the power to rule the world, yet she remains the same old Sarina."
Harry laughed softly, Sarina did strike him as that kind of person, "And to think she would've died all those months ago," Dumbledore continued. "She did?" asked Harry, surprise dripping from his voice. Dumbledore nodded, "What she did for you tonight Sabrina had done for her, taking many of Sarina's injuries into herself. And yet she's never sought revenge for her people, ecept for a few centuries ago. Born a warrior and skilled at it she hated it, being so out of pure necessity. All she's ever wanted, to be a normal woman. Crown princess, ancient Amazon, she's been everything except normal. She even switched places with Sabrina so she wouldn't ever have to be queen. The medallion Sabrina wore was the royal crest, owned by the next ruler and them alone. When Sabrina died she gaved it back to the rightful heir. For years she has ran and hid, never getting close enough to people to become attached because she values life. You may not see that but it's because she's become so well at hiding it. Her joking in the hospital wing, that was the way Sarina was when I nearly married her. That was nearly sixty years ago. After that she became cold and distant but anyone could see how bad it killed her inside. But then you Mr. Potter, you befriend her on some degree and make her return to the person she once was, the one I just described for you.
"And even though she may never say it, she's grateful to you," said Dumbledore. Harry listened and tried to comprehend everything his professor had said. "Now run along Potter, neither of you have anything more to worry," said the old headmaster as he began walking away to his own room. Crawling into bed Harry could hear the whisperings of the others, several asking questions but he didn't bother to answer them, all he wanted at the moment was to sleep. The next morning Harry woke to the violent shaking of his shoulder. Flinging his arm up in an atempt to stop the shaker he clocked them in the nose. "'Arry, what was that for?" asked the burly voice of Hagrid. Groggily Harry rolled over and looked at his giant friend, "Sorry about that Hargid," he replied through a laugh and yawn. Hagrid nodded, "They sent me up here to get you because you hadn't gotten up yet," Hagrid replied.
Harry nodded and stood up, he was still wearing his clothes from the previous night, caked with dirt and blood. Changing quickly he and Hagrid started out back towards the dining hall. "When everyone heard about your defeat the teachers immediately began to plan a reward for you," said Hargid as opened the doors. Harry was knocked back by the screaming of hundreds of people screaming different congratulations that he didn't quite catch. Laughing Ron and Hermione hugged Harry and began to pour the congratulations on him, "I helped to ya know," said Ron jokingly. "I know that's why both of you are recieving a reward that will leave you rich for the rest of your days!" said a jolly man with a pointed hat. "Who are you?" asked Harry. "I'm a cousin of your godfather, Sirius Black. I posted a reward a few years ago for Voldemort's capture. Unlike the rest of my family, I was against him from the beginning," he replied and shook both the boys' hands.
The party continued for a hour or so before Harry had escaped and slipped away to the hospital wing to see Sarina. But much to his distress she was no where to be seen. Sitting down on her bed he figured she'd already healed and left without a good-bye. Looking at the pillows he saw a small piece of paper. Picking it up he read the finely wrote words 'Turn Around.' But before the wizard could he felt the cold steel of a jagged blade pressed to the felsh of his throat and lips next to his ear, "I could kill you in forty-seven different ways right now and you wouldn't realize it until you were six feet under," whispered a seductive voice. Harry chuckled, "Do you tell everyone that or do you just like me?" he asked. "I may like you a little bit," she replied and pulled the dagger away. Turning around to face her Harry embraced Sarina lovingly, "I'd thought you'd left with out a good- bye," he said. "I would never, you've grown on me kid," she replied. With a smile Harry pulled her closer, "Enough to where I could do this?" Leaning down he once more locked his lips on hers. He wasn't brave enough to try and go into a deeper kiss and pulled back to breathe. "Maybe," she laughed and hugged him again, "just maybe."
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Nobara: Another story!!
Ron: Does this mean we have to leave?
Nobara: Not unless you want to, Hiei hangs around all the time if you haven't noticed.
Hiei::laying on floor in a sugar coma:: ....
Nobara: n.n; Anyways, That's it for this story, see ya around.