Harry grinned at her. "What are you doing here, Cho?" He asked.
She smiled. "I live here."
Harry almost fell back in his chair, as he had been leaning back already. "Honestly?" He asked, and she nodded. Harry felt slightly sick to his stomach. He had not seen Cho since her graduation, and they were barely becoming friends again when he did. This was not a comfortable situation, especially since Harry had made himself look like a fool in front of her by almost falling on his behind.
"So what about you?" Cho asked.
Harry's eyes darted around and he shrugged. "Umm, I work here..." he said.
Cho flushed. "Right. That would be why you are behind the desk."
Harry looked down and they both strayed into uncomfortable silence. Harry took a sudden interest in the font of the title on the Daily Prophet, while Cho examined the different colours in a bag of Bernie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, one of the only non-Weasley created products they sold.
"I live here too." Harry finally said.
Cho looked up and flashed a grin. Harry felt something inside of him move, even after such a long time. "Really?" She said.
Harry nodded. "You know, we really need some trust. We cannot seem to believe anything the other says."
Cho smiled. "I'll see you around, Harry." She said, and went upstairs.
As soon as Harry could no longer see or hear Cho on the stairs, Harry raced into the back room where Fred and George were working on orders and merchandizing.
"Why didn't you tell me it was Cho?" Harry demanded.
Fred grinned. "We wanted you to find out for yourself."
George nodded. "We thought it would be funnier this way."
"It is!" Fred added.
Harry frowned. "You guys suck." He skulked back out to the front room just as the door opened. He looked at his watch; it said 12:05. The rush was just starting.
An old woman in dark red robes stepped in to the store being led by a young boy of about seven, who looked positively elated, his smile was so large. His black robes were slightly too short, and Harry could see jeans and sneakers sticking out from underneath them. The old woman had a fairly disgusted look on her face, as if it was her worst nightmare to be in a shop like Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.
"Scott, I don't want you spending money in this shop." She said, frowning.
Harry ignored her remark, and walked up to her.
"May I help you?" he asked. The witch's frown disappeared and was replaced by a look of complete shock.
"Why yes," she said, "my grandson has five galleons to spend. I would like to make sure he does not purchase anything dangerous." She was staring straight at Harry's forehead.
Harry nodded. "well, we have the fireworks, which are no heat, and won't catch fire to anything, but they are loud, and they last a very long time."
He glanced at Scott, who was looking at the candy section.
"Those are Ton Tongue Toffees, they make the eater's tongue grow to the ground, but it shrinks again, after a short while." The witch looked horrified. "But I recommend Canary Creams," he added, "which turn you into a human sized canary. Approximately a minute later, you molt, and look exactly like you did before, with no side effects. It is perfectly painless, and perfectly safe."
The old witch smiled, her face filling with wrinkles. "Very well. Scott, what do you think of those?"
The little boy nodded profusely. "Come, Scott," the old witch said, after she had paid Harry, "we shall go and buy you some new robes now."
They walked out. Harry sighed. His first sale of the week. It always felt pretty good. He sat back down with his newspaper and waited for the next customer.
8 hours later, Harry, Fred, and George closed up the shop. "I don't think I had a single customer after the old woman." He groaned.
Fred smiled. "That's the way it goes, I guess." He said. "But it will pick up next week, I expect."
Harry blinked. "Why?"
Fred grinned. "Your birthday is next Saturday."
Harry laughed. "Yeah right, that's going to empty the store." He said.
George shrugged. "You're famous. People are going to want to thank you. Remember how many people wrote to you when they didn't like you?"
Harry smiled. "I am going to just ignore the both of you now." He said.
But inside, he was unsure. Would he get gifts from people he didn't know? That seemed very silly to Harry. He rarely even got gifts from his friends, let alone other people. he had never even had a birthday party.
"Oh, Harry, I know it is your birthday on Saturday, but I also know you never have a party, so I am sorry to say we need you to work then." George said.
Harry nodded glumly. George was right, he was not planning anything. He would like to have seen Ron and Hermione, but he would had seen them only two weeks earlier, at Ron's birthday party.
The next two weeks towards Harry's birthday passed slowly, but Harry did notice George was right; he did receive gifts from strangers.
After what seemed like forever, it was finally Saturday.
"Harry!" Fred said from the basement. "I need you to go to the bank, I need you to do the deposits. George and I are on the verge of a breakthrough." He tossed Harry the key. "Safe 218."
Harry nodded. "Be back in an hour." He sighed as he walked outside. He was now officially eighteen years old. The biggest birthday. He didn't feel any older, any different. Every year he waited until midnight on his birthday, waiting to feel older. He was sure that this year he would truly feel a change, but all day long, he felt nothing. What had happened? He worked. "Great." He muttered as he walked into the busy bank.
Almost an hour later, Harry walked back to the store. The lights were off. Harry looked at his watch; it read 6:30. they were scheduled to be open for another half hour. He pulled at the door, but it was locked. Harry searched his pockets for his key. He found it and unlocked the door. He stepped in and locked the door behind him.
"Hello?" He called. There was no one there. He went upstairs to his room. The hall seemed strangely empty. All of the lights were off, in every room. There was something very wrong. Harry had learned always to expect the worst; what could this be? He could feel deep inside that it was something bad.
"Fred? George?" He called out, not expecting an actual response.
"Harry, come in." George said, opening the door to his room. "Sorry," he said, "but we really wanted to pack it in early today, so we thought we would work on some designs up here."
Harry nodded and pushed the door open a bit wider. He stopped in his tracks.
The room was full.
Full of his friends, all of the people he would want to see most.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" They all chimed.
He grinned, looking around the room. There must have been almost twenty people.
A while later, Harry sat down on Georges couch, watching his friends. He saw all his yearmates; Dean, Seamus, Neville, Lavender, Parvati. All his other old friends, like his Quiddich mates, and Ginny and Luna. He looked around at all of them, and it made him happy. He could not conceal a grin.
Then he noticed Cho, standing in the corner beside the table. He stood up and walked over to Fred, who was busy testing his new ideas on the other party guests. "Why didn't you tell me she was here?" Harry hissed.
Fred smiled. "We couldn't have a party and invite everyone in the building except her!" he said.
Harry frowned. "I don't like this. I have not talked to her in two years!"
George, standing next to them, frowned back. "Don't lie. You have so talked to her, the day she moved in, two weeks ago." Besides, I don't think she hates you any more, just talk to her."
Harry sighed. "Fine. But if something goes wrong, I am filing for workers compensation."
He walked over to Cho. "Hey." He said, feeling the colour rise in his face. He clenched his wrist and bit his tongue to bring it back down.
She smiled. "Happy birthday. Are you enjoying your party?"
Harry grinned, feeling more relaxed already. "Best one I've ever had." He said. "So..." he said, after a moment of awkward silence, "when is your birthday?"
Cho smiled again. "Not until January; I turn 19 then."
Harry pointed a finger at her. "So you are only six months older than me!"
Cho put her hand to her forehead in mock anguish. "It is my greatest regret." She said. They both laughed.
Just then, Harry heard his name from the other side of the room. He looked over at the door, and saw that Ron had just come in, and was waving at him.
"Err, I'll talk to you later, okay?" He said.
Cho shrugged, and Harry reluctantly went over to see his friend. Hermione reached Ron just before Harry did, and when he got there, she was hitting Ron upside the head when Harry got there.
"You are so stupid!" She said.
Ron, covering his head, said, "I didn't do anything! I just wanted to wish Harry a happy birthday!" Hermione stopped hitting him, and he straightened up. "Happy birthday, mate." He said. "Sorry I'm late. Mum wanted me to finish my chores." He frowned. "I hate living at him." he grumbled.
Before Harry could say anything in return, Hermione was hitting Ron again. "Harry was talking to Cho, and you interrupted him!" She screeched.
Harry sighed. "Please stop, Herm." He said. "We were just talking. I told her I'd talk to her a bit later."
Hermione glared at Ron once more, then straightened her blouse.
Ron glared back. "I thought we didn't like Cho, anyway?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron, that was over two years ago now. She's really a very nice girl. If you spent less time goofing around at school and more time talking to people, you would know that everyone has some good in them."
"Even Malfoy?" Ron shot back.
Harry held up his hand. 'Just stop, guys!" He said, trying not to laugh at them. "This is my birthday, I don't want you two arguing."
He raised his eyebrows at them, and they shook hands like brutal enemies. Harry grinned. "Much better." He said.
Just then, Fred and George stood up on a table. "Ladies and gentlemen," Fred said, "as much as we adore our lovely pad, neither George nor I can stand to see our carpet treated like this. Let us move away from this establishment, and on to the next!"
A few of Harry's friends cheered, but he raised an eyebrow. He had no idea where a party could go at this time!
George clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Harry, old friend." He said. "We've got this all planned out. We're going to a club around the corner from here. Great bar, good dancing, if you like that. very exclusive."
Harry raised his eyebrows again. "And how do you expect to get into a place like this?" He said.
George grinned even more. "You're Harry Potter, mate! You can do anything!"
He pushed Harry out the door, and a moment later, Harry found himself in front of a small door plastered with stickers advertising such bands as 'the Three Hags' and 'One Bloody Full Moon.'
"We've got a party here, by the name of Potter, Harry." Fred said to the large wizard standing at the door. The man looked at them all, and someone behind Harry pushed him forward slightly. He stood tall and looked at the large man, who then pushed open the door and let them in.
Harry had not seen anything like it, nor had he ever expected to. It was nothing like the dances at Hogwarts, which had been very formal and fancy. The room was loud, filled with lights and people.
Harry wasn't sure what to do. He certainly didn't want to dance, he had no idea what to do... he settled at a table off to the side with a drink and his friends.
He looked around for Cho, but could not find her. He kept his eyes open for her, but the only times he ever saw her, she was surrounded by guys, which Harry found a little weird. People could go on and on about him being brave and fearless and amazing, but that didn't make talking to girls any easier.
That night, as he walked back to his apartment, Cho caught up with him. the street was completely empty, except for them. "You didn't come back." She demanded.
Harry shrugged. "You looked happy, and I was busy..." he trailed off. He didn't know how to say anything with out worrying that he would insult her and she wouldn't speak to him – again.
Cho smiled. "I guess. I would have liked for you to come back, I think." She said. "I wanted to talk to you."
Harry grinned nervously. "We can talk now." He said.
They walked over to a bench and sat down. Harry looked at everything except Cho, and when his eyes did pass over her, he saw that she was doing the same thing.
"So, what have you been doing?" He finally asked.
Cho seemed to jerk; she hadn't been ready for him to start talking. "Oh, not much. I'm working at the Ministry. It's not bad. I'm just in the mail room." She said.
"Cool." Harry responded.
"I've spent so much time working lately that I haven't had a night off in weeks. I really want to move up, to be able to really afford a nice place, to get away from just sorting out lost memos. Fred and George gave me the room for dirt, I think only because they know me. Anyway," she continued, "I haven't gone out in a couple months, I've spent so little time socializing."
"I dunno," Harry said "you made up for it tonight." He teased.
Cho laughed and Harry shivered even though it was a warm night, though Cho did not notice. They talked for a while, about Hogwarts and work and how much they missed playing Quiddich every day. Soon, Harry felt himself swaying with sleep. He looked at his watch; it was almost two in the morning.
"Cho," he said, "I'm really sorry, but it's late, and I have to work tomorrow."
She jumped up with surprising energy. "Let's walk. It's not like we're going to different places." They walked back to their apartments a bit more quietly, looking in all the dark shop windows in the alley.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow, then?" Cho said.
Harry nodded. "Goodnight." He said. they stood in between their respective rooms for a minute, both unsure of how to part. Harry found himself still swaying from sleepiness, but now he was swaying straight towards Cho, and she was swaying too...
He kissed her. He didn't know why. He just kissed her.
"Sorry." He said, blushing, when he pulled back.
Cho smiled, also blushing. "Goodnight, Harry." She said quietly, and disappeared into her room.
There we go. Isn't it beautiful? Well, maybe not, but the beginning of the next chapter is where it kicks into my regular type of story.
Br Wells: hey, haughtily is a good word. I enjoy it immensely.
Lady of Masbolle: glad you like it... I actually think you are my first crossover reviewer, (someone who reviews both my HP and TP fics) but I could be wrong. Just a random fact there.
Potter4Prez: well, if you look carefully, you will see, I updated. Don't worry.
Molly: I totally understand, because you are right. I didn't realize it until you pointed it out, but no one else knows where this story is going, so no one else knows its potential. It gets better, or at least, I think so. It's pretty crappy in my notebook, but I'm doing some serious editing, so I'm hoping it will turn out well. And it's true, the best part was the quote. Because it's true, Sam WILL kill him if he tries anything.
"It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man."
-unolimbo
She smiled. "I live here."
Harry almost fell back in his chair, as he had been leaning back already. "Honestly?" He asked, and she nodded. Harry felt slightly sick to his stomach. He had not seen Cho since her graduation, and they were barely becoming friends again when he did. This was not a comfortable situation, especially since Harry had made himself look like a fool in front of her by almost falling on his behind.
"So what about you?" Cho asked.
Harry's eyes darted around and he shrugged. "Umm, I work here..." he said.
Cho flushed. "Right. That would be why you are behind the desk."
Harry looked down and they both strayed into uncomfortable silence. Harry took a sudden interest in the font of the title on the Daily Prophet, while Cho examined the different colours in a bag of Bernie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, one of the only non-Weasley created products they sold.
"I live here too." Harry finally said.
Cho looked up and flashed a grin. Harry felt something inside of him move, even after such a long time. "Really?" She said.
Harry nodded. "You know, we really need some trust. We cannot seem to believe anything the other says."
Cho smiled. "I'll see you around, Harry." She said, and went upstairs.
As soon as Harry could no longer see or hear Cho on the stairs, Harry raced into the back room where Fred and George were working on orders and merchandizing.
"Why didn't you tell me it was Cho?" Harry demanded.
Fred grinned. "We wanted you to find out for yourself."
George nodded. "We thought it would be funnier this way."
"It is!" Fred added.
Harry frowned. "You guys suck." He skulked back out to the front room just as the door opened. He looked at his watch; it said 12:05. The rush was just starting.
An old woman in dark red robes stepped in to the store being led by a young boy of about seven, who looked positively elated, his smile was so large. His black robes were slightly too short, and Harry could see jeans and sneakers sticking out from underneath them. The old woman had a fairly disgusted look on her face, as if it was her worst nightmare to be in a shop like Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.
"Scott, I don't want you spending money in this shop." She said, frowning.
Harry ignored her remark, and walked up to her.
"May I help you?" he asked. The witch's frown disappeared and was replaced by a look of complete shock.
"Why yes," she said, "my grandson has five galleons to spend. I would like to make sure he does not purchase anything dangerous." She was staring straight at Harry's forehead.
Harry nodded. "well, we have the fireworks, which are no heat, and won't catch fire to anything, but they are loud, and they last a very long time."
He glanced at Scott, who was looking at the candy section.
"Those are Ton Tongue Toffees, they make the eater's tongue grow to the ground, but it shrinks again, after a short while." The witch looked horrified. "But I recommend Canary Creams," he added, "which turn you into a human sized canary. Approximately a minute later, you molt, and look exactly like you did before, with no side effects. It is perfectly painless, and perfectly safe."
The old witch smiled, her face filling with wrinkles. "Very well. Scott, what do you think of those?"
The little boy nodded profusely. "Come, Scott," the old witch said, after she had paid Harry, "we shall go and buy you some new robes now."
They walked out. Harry sighed. His first sale of the week. It always felt pretty good. He sat back down with his newspaper and waited for the next customer.
8 hours later, Harry, Fred, and George closed up the shop. "I don't think I had a single customer after the old woman." He groaned.
Fred smiled. "That's the way it goes, I guess." He said. "But it will pick up next week, I expect."
Harry blinked. "Why?"
Fred grinned. "Your birthday is next Saturday."
Harry laughed. "Yeah right, that's going to empty the store." He said.
George shrugged. "You're famous. People are going to want to thank you. Remember how many people wrote to you when they didn't like you?"
Harry smiled. "I am going to just ignore the both of you now." He said.
But inside, he was unsure. Would he get gifts from people he didn't know? That seemed very silly to Harry. He rarely even got gifts from his friends, let alone other people. he had never even had a birthday party.
"Oh, Harry, I know it is your birthday on Saturday, but I also know you never have a party, so I am sorry to say we need you to work then." George said.
Harry nodded glumly. George was right, he was not planning anything. He would like to have seen Ron and Hermione, but he would had seen them only two weeks earlier, at Ron's birthday party.
The next two weeks towards Harry's birthday passed slowly, but Harry did notice George was right; he did receive gifts from strangers.
After what seemed like forever, it was finally Saturday.
"Harry!" Fred said from the basement. "I need you to go to the bank, I need you to do the deposits. George and I are on the verge of a breakthrough." He tossed Harry the key. "Safe 218."
Harry nodded. "Be back in an hour." He sighed as he walked outside. He was now officially eighteen years old. The biggest birthday. He didn't feel any older, any different. Every year he waited until midnight on his birthday, waiting to feel older. He was sure that this year he would truly feel a change, but all day long, he felt nothing. What had happened? He worked. "Great." He muttered as he walked into the busy bank.
Almost an hour later, Harry walked back to the store. The lights were off. Harry looked at his watch; it read 6:30. they were scheduled to be open for another half hour. He pulled at the door, but it was locked. Harry searched his pockets for his key. He found it and unlocked the door. He stepped in and locked the door behind him.
"Hello?" He called. There was no one there. He went upstairs to his room. The hall seemed strangely empty. All of the lights were off, in every room. There was something very wrong. Harry had learned always to expect the worst; what could this be? He could feel deep inside that it was something bad.
"Fred? George?" He called out, not expecting an actual response.
"Harry, come in." George said, opening the door to his room. "Sorry," he said, "but we really wanted to pack it in early today, so we thought we would work on some designs up here."
Harry nodded and pushed the door open a bit wider. He stopped in his tracks.
The room was full.
Full of his friends, all of the people he would want to see most.
"Happy birthday, Harry!" They all chimed.
He grinned, looking around the room. There must have been almost twenty people.
A while later, Harry sat down on Georges couch, watching his friends. He saw all his yearmates; Dean, Seamus, Neville, Lavender, Parvati. All his other old friends, like his Quiddich mates, and Ginny and Luna. He looked around at all of them, and it made him happy. He could not conceal a grin.
Then he noticed Cho, standing in the corner beside the table. He stood up and walked over to Fred, who was busy testing his new ideas on the other party guests. "Why didn't you tell me she was here?" Harry hissed.
Fred smiled. "We couldn't have a party and invite everyone in the building except her!" he said.
Harry frowned. "I don't like this. I have not talked to her in two years!"
George, standing next to them, frowned back. "Don't lie. You have so talked to her, the day she moved in, two weeks ago." Besides, I don't think she hates you any more, just talk to her."
Harry sighed. "Fine. But if something goes wrong, I am filing for workers compensation."
He walked over to Cho. "Hey." He said, feeling the colour rise in his face. He clenched his wrist and bit his tongue to bring it back down.
She smiled. "Happy birthday. Are you enjoying your party?"
Harry grinned, feeling more relaxed already. "Best one I've ever had." He said. "So..." he said, after a moment of awkward silence, "when is your birthday?"
Cho smiled again. "Not until January; I turn 19 then."
Harry pointed a finger at her. "So you are only six months older than me!"
Cho put her hand to her forehead in mock anguish. "It is my greatest regret." She said. They both laughed.
Just then, Harry heard his name from the other side of the room. He looked over at the door, and saw that Ron had just come in, and was waving at him.
"Err, I'll talk to you later, okay?" He said.
Cho shrugged, and Harry reluctantly went over to see his friend. Hermione reached Ron just before Harry did, and when he got there, she was hitting Ron upside the head when Harry got there.
"You are so stupid!" She said.
Ron, covering his head, said, "I didn't do anything! I just wanted to wish Harry a happy birthday!" Hermione stopped hitting him, and he straightened up. "Happy birthday, mate." He said. "Sorry I'm late. Mum wanted me to finish my chores." He frowned. "I hate living at him." he grumbled.
Before Harry could say anything in return, Hermione was hitting Ron again. "Harry was talking to Cho, and you interrupted him!" She screeched.
Harry sighed. "Please stop, Herm." He said. "We were just talking. I told her I'd talk to her a bit later."
Hermione glared at Ron once more, then straightened her blouse.
Ron glared back. "I thought we didn't like Cho, anyway?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron, that was over two years ago now. She's really a very nice girl. If you spent less time goofing around at school and more time talking to people, you would know that everyone has some good in them."
"Even Malfoy?" Ron shot back.
Harry held up his hand. 'Just stop, guys!" He said, trying not to laugh at them. "This is my birthday, I don't want you two arguing."
He raised his eyebrows at them, and they shook hands like brutal enemies. Harry grinned. "Much better." He said.
Just then, Fred and George stood up on a table. "Ladies and gentlemen," Fred said, "as much as we adore our lovely pad, neither George nor I can stand to see our carpet treated like this. Let us move away from this establishment, and on to the next!"
A few of Harry's friends cheered, but he raised an eyebrow. He had no idea where a party could go at this time!
George clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Harry, old friend." He said. "We've got this all planned out. We're going to a club around the corner from here. Great bar, good dancing, if you like that. very exclusive."
Harry raised his eyebrows again. "And how do you expect to get into a place like this?" He said.
George grinned even more. "You're Harry Potter, mate! You can do anything!"
He pushed Harry out the door, and a moment later, Harry found himself in front of a small door plastered with stickers advertising such bands as 'the Three Hags' and 'One Bloody Full Moon.'
"We've got a party here, by the name of Potter, Harry." Fred said to the large wizard standing at the door. The man looked at them all, and someone behind Harry pushed him forward slightly. He stood tall and looked at the large man, who then pushed open the door and let them in.
Harry had not seen anything like it, nor had he ever expected to. It was nothing like the dances at Hogwarts, which had been very formal and fancy. The room was loud, filled with lights and people.
Harry wasn't sure what to do. He certainly didn't want to dance, he had no idea what to do... he settled at a table off to the side with a drink and his friends.
He looked around for Cho, but could not find her. He kept his eyes open for her, but the only times he ever saw her, she was surrounded by guys, which Harry found a little weird. People could go on and on about him being brave and fearless and amazing, but that didn't make talking to girls any easier.
That night, as he walked back to his apartment, Cho caught up with him. the street was completely empty, except for them. "You didn't come back." She demanded.
Harry shrugged. "You looked happy, and I was busy..." he trailed off. He didn't know how to say anything with out worrying that he would insult her and she wouldn't speak to him – again.
Cho smiled. "I guess. I would have liked for you to come back, I think." She said. "I wanted to talk to you."
Harry grinned nervously. "We can talk now." He said.
They walked over to a bench and sat down. Harry looked at everything except Cho, and when his eyes did pass over her, he saw that she was doing the same thing.
"So, what have you been doing?" He finally asked.
Cho seemed to jerk; she hadn't been ready for him to start talking. "Oh, not much. I'm working at the Ministry. It's not bad. I'm just in the mail room." She said.
"Cool." Harry responded.
"I've spent so much time working lately that I haven't had a night off in weeks. I really want to move up, to be able to really afford a nice place, to get away from just sorting out lost memos. Fred and George gave me the room for dirt, I think only because they know me. Anyway," she continued, "I haven't gone out in a couple months, I've spent so little time socializing."
"I dunno," Harry said "you made up for it tonight." He teased.
Cho laughed and Harry shivered even though it was a warm night, though Cho did not notice. They talked for a while, about Hogwarts and work and how much they missed playing Quiddich every day. Soon, Harry felt himself swaying with sleep. He looked at his watch; it was almost two in the morning.
"Cho," he said, "I'm really sorry, but it's late, and I have to work tomorrow."
She jumped up with surprising energy. "Let's walk. It's not like we're going to different places." They walked back to their apartments a bit more quietly, looking in all the dark shop windows in the alley.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow, then?" Cho said.
Harry nodded. "Goodnight." He said. they stood in between their respective rooms for a minute, both unsure of how to part. Harry found himself still swaying from sleepiness, but now he was swaying straight towards Cho, and she was swaying too...
He kissed her. He didn't know why. He just kissed her.
"Sorry." He said, blushing, when he pulled back.
Cho smiled, also blushing. "Goodnight, Harry." She said quietly, and disappeared into her room.
There we go. Isn't it beautiful? Well, maybe not, but the beginning of the next chapter is where it kicks into my regular type of story.
Br Wells: hey, haughtily is a good word. I enjoy it immensely.
Lady of Masbolle: glad you like it... I actually think you are my first crossover reviewer, (someone who reviews both my HP and TP fics) but I could be wrong. Just a random fact there.
Potter4Prez: well, if you look carefully, you will see, I updated. Don't worry.
Molly: I totally understand, because you are right. I didn't realize it until you pointed it out, but no one else knows where this story is going, so no one else knows its potential. It gets better, or at least, I think so. It's pretty crappy in my notebook, but I'm doing some serious editing, so I'm hoping it will turn out well. And it's true, the best part was the quote. Because it's true, Sam WILL kill him if he tries anything.
"It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man."
-unolimbo