Bonjour. Guess who's going on summer holidays tomorrow??? Yes, it's me! So super pumped - TTPO. (That's my new thing - times ten plus one - spread it around) Alrighty, not much else, but there WILL be a sequel just because I love sequels and I'm going to have loads of time on my hands. Hooray for me.

minniemouse4589: thanks a bundle. I'm so jealous - I've only been to the snow once with my sister and my uncle and there was a blizzard and we couldn't ski or anything. Super fun.

captain-alex-obvious: yes, hooray for me, I really do rule. Je-sus. that's hot, we only got up to 40(??? I just made that up, but it was tres hot) Yes, Harry and Rose sitting in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G. That's what I would have called this chapter if I hadn't started this whole 'the' thing.

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Chapter 13: The Letter

Harry held Rose warmly at the stove as she tried to cook them some breakfast. It felt so bizarre, he, Harry Potter, being affectionate. Apart from his pathetic attempt at romance with Cho and a few meaningless dates with Ginny in sixth and seventh years, Harry was virtually unexperienced. Through all the rubbish in his life, Harry had tried to stay emotionless; finding solace in remaining detached from anyone whoever came too close. After all, his emotions had got Sirius killed, hadn't they? But this was so different, it felt… natural.

Harry leaned in again for another taste of Rose's lips.

CRACK!

"It's about bloody time!"

Harry and Rose turned around. Ron, looking thoroughly disgusted, and Hermione were standing in the kitchen, smug looks plastered to their faces.

Harry and Rose detached themselves from each other, both of them blushing profusely; Rose covering up her pyjama's with her dressing gown.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, trying in vain to hide his blush with his hand.

"Come off it! You two make me sick - you and all this flirting rubbish." Ron groaned. Hermione whacked him in the chest.

"Shut up! Hey, I've had to put up with you two for nine years!" said Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting down at the kitchen table. "What do you want anyway? It can't be passed eight thirty."

"Um, Harry, it's twelve fifteen." Hermione corrected, gesturing to the grandfather clock on the wall, not dissimilar to that of the Weasley's.

"Oh, alright. So?"

"So - what?" Ron picked up an apple from the basket on the table.

Harry gave him an incredulous look. "Why are you here?"

"Oh, oh, right…" Ron made as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "No real reason. Just bored." He took a hearty bite from his apple. Hermione rolled her eyes.

Harry went back to Rose. "Alright, what do you want do then? It's England versus Romania at Quiddi- "

"NO!" Rose and Hermione interrupted.

"You're so boring, you two. Harry and I'll go to the Quidditch and you can go and knit or something." Ron moaned.

Bad suggestion. Hermione whacked Ron yet again, this time with so much force, he was practically winded.

"You are pathetic. Both of you!" Hermione added in response to Harry's snide smile.

CRACK!

For the second time that day a foreign object appeared out of nowhere. This time, an emerald green Ministry envelope had materialised through apparation, this being the only way the Ministry were able to contact their Head Auror.

Harry walked over to the floating letter and plucked it from its levitation. Tearing it open his eyes went round, his jaw dropped open and his body completely froze.

"They've found him," He whispered.

"Merlin! They found him." Ron murmured, a dazed, stunned look enveloping his face.

"When you mean 'him', do you mean him?" Hermione asked gently, her head dropping to the side the only movement in the silent room.

"Aha." Harry's gaze didn't move from the parchment.

Rose stood completely befuddled in the corner, her eyebrows knotted deep in anguish. "Have I missed something? Who are we talking about here?"

As if hit with a lightning bolt of energy, Harry bounded from the room, shouting as he raced up the stairs, "I have to go! This is huge! Three years we've chased him! THREE YEARS! And we've got him! We've finally got him!" Harry was back in the kitchen now, fully dressed with the exception of his shoes and socks. Ron and Hermione, following Harry's example, were expressing their jubilation, wide beams dawning on their faces.

Hastily sitting down on a chair, Harry thew on his shoes and socks and tidied his hair to the best of his ability. Standing up, he grabbed his bag and cloak and prepared himself to apparate. Remembering Rose, he kissed her on the cheek, lingered, and kissed her fervently on the lips. Without moving away he apparated, leaving Rose looking very silly with her lips still outstretched.

Rolling her eyes, she slid off her chair and over to Ron and Hermione.

"Care to explain?"

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Ha! Cliff-hanger! Well, hooray for me. Chapter thirteen - a completely pointless little ditty. Anywho, can you guess who they found? Personally, I think I'm quite brilliant for coming up with it. I was walking home from school and I thought: "my story's getting really boring, let's have found." And no, it's not Voldemort. Anyway, this story is coming to an end. And yes, this chapter will lead on to something a little more exciting - I promise.

Cheerio,

Lucy

PS: Where is my friend RadcliffeRox24??