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Chapter Two: His Life As of Now
Prince Harry Potter forcefully catapulted the quaffle towards one of the hoops, sending keeper Ron Weasley reeling in his effort to block it.
The red cannon ball shoved him in the stomach and he keeled over from the pressure.
Disgruntled, he chucked the ball back at the fuming black-haired royal and shouted.
"OY! Harry! My abs aren't THAT well developed. Watch how hard you're throwing."
Harry did not seem to notice. He continued pelting the ball with forceful power until Ron, bruised, announced that he didn't want to play anymore if Harry was going to act so sadistic.
'I can't believe this. I CAN NOT believe this.'
He furiously showered, washing his frustration out.
'They have no right. No right at all.'
He slammed his fist into the shower wall.
'Damn it.'
Harry opened his brilliant green eyes and pushed his wet black hair out of his face.
His fingers lingered on his forehead where a lightning-bolt scar was visible. He fingered it gingerly and laughed without amusement.
His well-toned chest moved in and out as he breathed heavily.
'Imagine.... In a year I'll be an engaged man to a woman I probably won't even love.'
He stepped out of the shower and dried his tall frame off before checking to make sure he looked presentable.
Those reporters sneaked around damn good.
"James?"
"Yes, flower?"
"You don't think we were too sudden?"
"Course not. We've been over this with each other and even with the other royals."
"I know. But I can't help feeling we could've told him more subtly. Broken it to him more..."
"Gently? Lily, babe, he's the Prince of Magic! He's a Potter! He's MY son. It's time he start accepting who he is! The rest of the wizarding world has!
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