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*I know that my story's very slow, but it will build up soon. Every little thing I write here relates to the ending. For those who are still following it, I thank you for your patience and I'm sure you'll not be disappointed at the end.
***CHAPTER12***
'HARRY POTTER!!! GET IN HERE THIS INSTANCE!!'
Harry sighed. Straightening his back, he collected his tools and look around. 'I'll never get all this grass cut. What's with her calling every few minutes?' he thought.
'HARRY POTTER!!!'
'COMING, AUNT PETUNIA!!!' Harry ran hurriedly into the kitchen. He sure didn't want to get into any trouble. Upon entering the kitchen, Harry found the Dursleys all gathered around the dining table.
'Uh oh. What did I do again?' he thought worriedly. 'Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia?' he greeted them to have them know of his presence.
'WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG, BOY? SLACKING OFF SOMEWHERE, WEREN'T YOU?' Vernon growled.
Harry took a deep breath to calm himself down. He was unwilling to let Vernon have the pleasure of seeing him mad and flustered. 'I had to gather the tools, Uncle Vernon.'
'WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU BEFORE? NEVER ANSWER BACK.'
Harry bit his lips. He has learnt before this that if he wanted his dinner, it will not do to say anything. He solemnly nodded, afraid that his mouth will land him into trouble.
'Calm down dear, look after your blood pressure. Let's just tell him about it so he can finish his chores.'
Harry's head jerked towards his aunt. He had completely forgotten of his aunt and cousin's presence in the kitchen. For a minute there, he had this slight hope of his aunt finally realize that he was her nephew. 'All she is worried about is the work she gave me.' Harry thought bitterly to himself.
'Oh yes, well, we thought we'd tell you that we're going abroad and you're going to live with Mrs. Figg until your scho. until you have to go again.'
Upon instincts, Harry asked 'Where to?'
'WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT ASKING QUESTIONS, BOY? Mal. what's it called again? Anyway, it's somewhere in Asia.' Replying proudly at the thought of being able to bring his family abroad. To make it sound impressive, he added 'it has one of the largest mall in the world.'
Trying to sound uninterested, he replied with a quiet 'Oh.' Unfortunately, he was not uninterested. Hermione had told him about Asia before and he really wanted to go. He wanted to be on a plane. Hermione had told him what it is like to be on a plane and he was curious, how could he feel normal when he is up in the air. Shouldn't he feel the rush he normally feels when he is up on a broomstick? He wanted to know why Hermione likes a plane ride so much when she absolutely hates being on a broom. He really, really wanted to go. Not only for the plane ride but also to go to Asia. He has heard that the people and food there are really different.
'BOY! WHAT ARE YOU STANDING THERE FOR?'
Uncle Vernon's call brought him out of his reverie. He realize suddenly that he will not be going, he'll be going over to Mrs. Figgs. no. he'll be going to Arabella's. Cheering up slightly, he pulled himself together and muttered, 'I'll be packing my stuff in my room.'
While walking up the stairs, a light bulb lit suddenly in his head, 'I can try doing that. Oooh, I hope it works.' He thought excitedly.
Taking out his quill and inkbottle, he laid a parchment on the desk and started to ponder upon what he would write. Although he is writing to his godmother, he still didn't know her well enough yet and he didn't want to sound rude.
***Dear Arabella,
How are you? I am fine here, nothing out of the ordinary. The Dursleys are going to send me to your place very soon. They are going abroad. I really want to see you, I really do, but I was hoping that you could help me tell the Dursleys that you won't be around while they're going abroad. They are going to somewhere in Asia and I really want to go. I've never been on a plane before and I really want to try it out, plus Hermione has told me a little about the countries there and I really want to go. I think that the Dursleys will bring me along if there isn't anyone for me to stay with. They won't want me to stay alone here and ruined their pretty home. I really appreciate your help. Please say you'll do it. Thank you in advance.
Love, Harry.
Ps. if the answer is yes, could you apparate here one day as I really miss you and want to see you.
Putting down his quill, his gaze shifted towards Hedwigs cage, seeing it empty, his spirits dampened a little. 'Oh Hedwig, where are you?' He thought aloud. Upon saying that, he heard a soft but sharp screech. His eyes brightened slightly. Turning to the window immediately, he saw Hedwigs silhouette gliding towards his window.
Opening his window, he got some food ready for Hedwig. He was very glad to have her back. The days without her were getting a little lonely. After last year, he found that he yearned for somebody's company. Hedwig seems to have noted that and had stayed with him for most of the holidays. A week ago, she had taken off suddenly and he's been waiting for her return ever since.
After Dumbledore's end off term speech, he was now feeling better but the nightmares still came. After numerous letters from Padfoot and Moony, Ron, Hermione, Molly, a very short one from Ginny and even one from Dumbledore, he finally realize that it is not his fault.
Sadly, that did not stop him from seeing his encounter with Voldemort over and over again in his bed. He has woken up countless times screaming and clutching his scar, or jerking up from his bed suddenly, thinking that his parents are still there. And later, if anyone happens to be nearby, they will hear him mutter a soft but strong 'Damn you, Tom Riddle! Damn you for the life you gave me and so many other people out there!'
Somewhere in the holiday, he has made up his mind that Voldemort doesn't exist. Voldemort is just a normal boy named Tom Riddle who is trying to be someone else.
Feeling a light breeze against his neck, he noticed that Hedwig has returned. He looked at his leg and found a few letters tied to it. It looks like Hedwig's been busy. Taking the letters, he found that one came from Ron, and another from Padfoot. Putting them aside, he rolled Arabella's letter up and tied it to Hedwig's leg. Noting a slight nip at his ear lobe while he did that, he looked up and received an indignant stare from Hedwig.
'Oh Hedwig please, it's only next door. I'm counting on you for this. I really want to go. I know you just got back, but please. I promise I'll get you a treat the next time we're at Diagon Alley. Go on.' Harry whispered softly as he smooth out Hedwig's feathers the way she liked it.
He received yet another stare from Hedwig but she flew out obediently through the window. Eagerly waiting for a reply, he turned to the letters he received to pass the time.
**Hei Harry,
How're you doing? Hope your aunt, uncle and cousin aren't treating you too badly. I'm still trying to get mum and dad to have Dumbledore let you come here. He still hasn't said yes yet, but he will soon. I've gotten everyone to pitch in on this. Even Bill and Charlie sent a note back about it. Charlie has threatened to come back with a dragon to get Dumbledore to do it. It has been a quiet holiday here. Bill's working at Gringotts and also helping dad and Dumbledore with some stuff. Charlie's working with dragons, DUH! Percy.PERCY IS BEING AN IDIOT!!! I know that he believes that You Know Who Sorry, been trying to use Voldemort for months. I read a muggle book 'Fears, Terrors and Monsters' during the holiday. found it in the attic. I now have a better understanding of fear. But well, habit's hard to change. Back to the subject, Percy's trying to convince his boss, others and especially himself that he does not believe that he's back. We know that, the twins read his diary, never knew he had one. The twins seem to be busy with their jokes. They apparently got an investor. They now have more jokes than ever. I would tell them I like it if I am not being used as a guinea pig. I'm quite glad actually. They're the only noise we hear now. They're quite generous with it though. I get paid a galleon for being a guinea pig to one of their products. They're humiliating. Ginny is being her usual self. I know that she's worried about what's happening but she's still staying happy and strong. I'm going to invite Hermione here for the last two weeks of holidays. Mum's trying to get her here earlier. She reckons that it is safer for her here. I hope that she didn't go and visit Vicky. What was she thinking going to the dance with him??? Well, I hope to see you soon.
Your pal, Ron
Ps. Gred and Forge has gone mad!!! They got me a fabulous dress robe with out charming it. Oh well, I shouldn't complain.
Thinking it will be easier to reply his letters all at once, he turned to his Godfather's letter.
**Harry, my boy
How are you holding up? I'm currently doing what I was asked to do at the end of the semester. (Thought not to mention it, letter might fall into the wrong hands. Better be careful.) I've been quite successful. I'm almost done here and I'll be returning soon. I might drop by one day to see you. Not sure yet though. I'll try to find time. I'm with Moony now and will most likely lie low with him for a while. How are things there? Are the Dursleys treating you well? I really wish that I could get you out of that hellhole. Is Albus letting you visit Ron? Are there any more dreams? Tell me about them. If they are really bad, write one to Albus. Write to me as soon as you can. I want to know how you're doing. I've got to go soon. I've got a few more things to settle.
Love, Snuffles.
"I can't tell him about my dreams. I can't lie either. He's my only family left and I refuse to lie to him. I could say that I don't really remember them. it's partially true. I don't remember half of it.that should not worry him too much. He'll.'
"HARRY POTTER!!!! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!'
His thoughts were shattered as Aunt Petunia's voice rang through the house. He glanced quickly at his watch and gasp. He knows that he will be getting into trouble again. He was supposed to prepare the dinner. Hiding his stuff quickly, he ran down to the kitchen.
Taking up a knife, he started peeling and cutting potatoes. Fortunately for Harry, no one was watching him, anyone who did would get a shock. Harry suddenly went rigid. His knife froze at the position where he was about to cut the potatoes and his eyes stared off into space.
'Where am I? What's going on?' Looking around, he noticed that he was standing on the aisle in a church.
'I do.' Harry turned towards the voice and there he heard another 'I do.' Staring at the couple intently, he noticed that the bride has copper red hair cascading down her back. 'Her hair looks a lot like Ginny's.' he mused. 'And the groom's hair looks a lot like mine. WAIT A MINUTE, WHERE HAVE THAT THOUGHT COME FROM?'
'You may now kiss the bride.' Watching the couple turn towards each other, he gasped. 'That's me. no. that's my dad.' As the groom lifted the bride's veil, he stared even harder. 'Ginny. Mum!'
At that moment, he heard. 'WE NOW HAVE MR. AND MRS. COAL.'
'Huh?' suddenly, his vision blurred. It seems that he was being pulled further and further away from the scene. It felt a lot like the time he was taken out from Riddle's memories.
Coming back to consciousness, Harry's knife cut through the potato, unfortunately landing on his finger.
'OUCH!!!' Aunt Petunia had to choose that moment to barge in.
'WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE ONIONS? HAVING BLOOD ALL OVER IT? CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?' Aunt Petunia grabbed the potato and rinsed the potatoes, not at all bothered by Harry's wounded finger.
Harry excused himself quickly and went to his room to get a band-aid. 'What happened back then? Who were those people? Why did they look so much like my parents. or was it Ginny and I, they looked like? Why Ginny? I barely know her. Who is Mr. & Mrs. Coal?
*******
At the other end of the planet, Henry Coal was indeed marrying Amy Flamore. This was what happened a few weeks ago.
Henry stared at Amy while she ate. Dainty little bites. They've been dating for a while now and although it hasn't been long, he felt that today was the best day to do it. He has been trying top do it since the first lunch he had with her, but every time he open his mouth to tell her of it, he either makes a fool out of himself or have wonderful praises for her.
Henry had tried making it look like the scene from his dreams. Floating candles, although here they were on stands and the tower, he had replaced that with a room in the tallest building in that country. The scenery was different but it was good.
'Henry, What are you staring at?' Amy's silent whisper brought him out of his thoughts. Being cheeky, he grinned and answered, 'you.'
Henry could see a shy blush creep through Amy's features. Pulling himself for what he was going to do next, he stared hard at her.
'Amy. Amy. you're so beautiful.'
'Thanks, but is that why you're dating me?' she replied with a cheeky grin.
'Uh no.' Inside he was reprimanding himself. 'Henry you coward.'
Never did he realize that Amy was and had been going through the same hardship.
'Amy.'
'Henry.'
'You go first.' It clashes again.
Henry took a deep breath. 'We'll do it together.'
'One.'
'Two.'
'Three.' they whispered together.
'I have Amnesia.'
'I know nothing of my past.'
Henry was ecstatic. He had spent so many sleepless night worrying about what her reaction would be. He suddenly felt like a little kid getting a Christmas present.
'So, you don't mind.'
'Henry.'
'I might be married for all I know.'
'Henry.'
'I thought you wouldn't but I was scared.'
'Calm down, Henry.'
'I was so afraid to lose you. what would I do if I did.'
'Dear.'
'I don't know.'
'Love.'
'Would you accept me if I didn't know my past.'
'Hen. Was that a proposal, Henry?'
'What?' a slight tinge of pink crept onto Henry's features. 'I. I guess it was. So.'
'So what?'
'So, would you?'
'Is that all I get in a proposal, Henry?'
'Oh.' Henry turned to his pocket and fumbled in it for a box he had already kept within reach for three days now.
Opening it. 'And this.' Giving Amy a questioning look.
Amy gave him a mock glare. 'Gee, you have to spoil the moment, don't you? Do you think I care about the ring? It's pretty really, but all I wanted was a nice formal "Would you marry me?" you can add a bend in the knee too if you like.'
Henry gathers his composure; seeing that he has mess half of it up, he could at least please Amy with a bend in the knees. Kneeling down, he asked 'Amy Flamore, would you do me the honour of being my wife by marrying me and making me the happiest man alive.'
Although Amy was already expecting it, she still couldn't help the glee she felt.
'Yes, oh yes.' She hugged Henry tightly and whispered softly, 'you really didn't have to go down to your knees but it was cute.'
'I love you so much, Amy, I wouldn't know what to do without you.'
'I love you, too.'
As their lips locked in a kiss, unaware by them, lightning outside flashed one after another. It came down like pouring rain yet it was a clear day that day and not a sound of thunder was heard while the lightning poured down. Their destiny fulfilled once again.
*******
After dinner that night, Harry laid on his elbow on his bed pondering of what to write to Sirius. He had barely started when a bright white light suddenly blinded his eyes. The air in his room cackled and when he finally opened his eyes, he found himself staring at.
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NEXT TWO CHAPTERS: HARRY MEETS AMY AND HENRY. WHAT HAPPENS THEN?
Will Arabella agree to Harry's request??
What's with the lightning when the sky seems clear?
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*I know that my story's very slow, but it will build up soon. Every little thing I write here relates to the ending. For those who are still following it, I thank you for your patience and I'm sure you'll not be disappointed at the end.
***CHAPTER12***
'HARRY POTTER!!! GET IN HERE THIS INSTANCE!!'
Harry sighed. Straightening his back, he collected his tools and look around. 'I'll never get all this grass cut. What's with her calling every few minutes?' he thought.
'HARRY POTTER!!!'
'COMING, AUNT PETUNIA!!!' Harry ran hurriedly into the kitchen. He sure didn't want to get into any trouble. Upon entering the kitchen, Harry found the Dursleys all gathered around the dining table.
'Uh oh. What did I do again?' he thought worriedly. 'Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia?' he greeted them to have them know of his presence.
'WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG, BOY? SLACKING OFF SOMEWHERE, WEREN'T YOU?' Vernon growled.
Harry took a deep breath to calm himself down. He was unwilling to let Vernon have the pleasure of seeing him mad and flustered. 'I had to gather the tools, Uncle Vernon.'
'WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU BEFORE? NEVER ANSWER BACK.'
Harry bit his lips. He has learnt before this that if he wanted his dinner, it will not do to say anything. He solemnly nodded, afraid that his mouth will land him into trouble.
'Calm down dear, look after your blood pressure. Let's just tell him about it so he can finish his chores.'
Harry's head jerked towards his aunt. He had completely forgotten of his aunt and cousin's presence in the kitchen. For a minute there, he had this slight hope of his aunt finally realize that he was her nephew. 'All she is worried about is the work she gave me.' Harry thought bitterly to himself.
'Oh yes, well, we thought we'd tell you that we're going abroad and you're going to live with Mrs. Figg until your scho. until you have to go again.'
Upon instincts, Harry asked 'Where to?'
'WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT ASKING QUESTIONS, BOY? Mal. what's it called again? Anyway, it's somewhere in Asia.' Replying proudly at the thought of being able to bring his family abroad. To make it sound impressive, he added 'it has one of the largest mall in the world.'
Trying to sound uninterested, he replied with a quiet 'Oh.' Unfortunately, he was not uninterested. Hermione had told him about Asia before and he really wanted to go. He wanted to be on a plane. Hermione had told him what it is like to be on a plane and he was curious, how could he feel normal when he is up in the air. Shouldn't he feel the rush he normally feels when he is up on a broomstick? He wanted to know why Hermione likes a plane ride so much when she absolutely hates being on a broom. He really, really wanted to go. Not only for the plane ride but also to go to Asia. He has heard that the people and food there are really different.
'BOY! WHAT ARE YOU STANDING THERE FOR?'
Uncle Vernon's call brought him out of his reverie. He realize suddenly that he will not be going, he'll be going over to Mrs. Figgs. no. he'll be going to Arabella's. Cheering up slightly, he pulled himself together and muttered, 'I'll be packing my stuff in my room.'
While walking up the stairs, a light bulb lit suddenly in his head, 'I can try doing that. Oooh, I hope it works.' He thought excitedly.
Taking out his quill and inkbottle, he laid a parchment on the desk and started to ponder upon what he would write. Although he is writing to his godmother, he still didn't know her well enough yet and he didn't want to sound rude.
***Dear Arabella,
How are you? I am fine here, nothing out of the ordinary. The Dursleys are going to send me to your place very soon. They are going abroad. I really want to see you, I really do, but I was hoping that you could help me tell the Dursleys that you won't be around while they're going abroad. They are going to somewhere in Asia and I really want to go. I've never been on a plane before and I really want to try it out, plus Hermione has told me a little about the countries there and I really want to go. I think that the Dursleys will bring me along if there isn't anyone for me to stay with. They won't want me to stay alone here and ruined their pretty home. I really appreciate your help. Please say you'll do it. Thank you in advance.
Love, Harry.
Ps. if the answer is yes, could you apparate here one day as I really miss you and want to see you.
Putting down his quill, his gaze shifted towards Hedwigs cage, seeing it empty, his spirits dampened a little. 'Oh Hedwig, where are you?' He thought aloud. Upon saying that, he heard a soft but sharp screech. His eyes brightened slightly. Turning to the window immediately, he saw Hedwigs silhouette gliding towards his window.
Opening his window, he got some food ready for Hedwig. He was very glad to have her back. The days without her were getting a little lonely. After last year, he found that he yearned for somebody's company. Hedwig seems to have noted that and had stayed with him for most of the holidays. A week ago, she had taken off suddenly and he's been waiting for her return ever since.
After Dumbledore's end off term speech, he was now feeling better but the nightmares still came. After numerous letters from Padfoot and Moony, Ron, Hermione, Molly, a very short one from Ginny and even one from Dumbledore, he finally realize that it is not his fault.
Sadly, that did not stop him from seeing his encounter with Voldemort over and over again in his bed. He has woken up countless times screaming and clutching his scar, or jerking up from his bed suddenly, thinking that his parents are still there. And later, if anyone happens to be nearby, they will hear him mutter a soft but strong 'Damn you, Tom Riddle! Damn you for the life you gave me and so many other people out there!'
Somewhere in the holiday, he has made up his mind that Voldemort doesn't exist. Voldemort is just a normal boy named Tom Riddle who is trying to be someone else.
Feeling a light breeze against his neck, he noticed that Hedwig has returned. He looked at his leg and found a few letters tied to it. It looks like Hedwig's been busy. Taking the letters, he found that one came from Ron, and another from Padfoot. Putting them aside, he rolled Arabella's letter up and tied it to Hedwig's leg. Noting a slight nip at his ear lobe while he did that, he looked up and received an indignant stare from Hedwig.
'Oh Hedwig please, it's only next door. I'm counting on you for this. I really want to go. I know you just got back, but please. I promise I'll get you a treat the next time we're at Diagon Alley. Go on.' Harry whispered softly as he smooth out Hedwig's feathers the way she liked it.
He received yet another stare from Hedwig but she flew out obediently through the window. Eagerly waiting for a reply, he turned to the letters he received to pass the time.
**Hei Harry,
How're you doing? Hope your aunt, uncle and cousin aren't treating you too badly. I'm still trying to get mum and dad to have Dumbledore let you come here. He still hasn't said yes yet, but he will soon. I've gotten everyone to pitch in on this. Even Bill and Charlie sent a note back about it. Charlie has threatened to come back with a dragon to get Dumbledore to do it. It has been a quiet holiday here. Bill's working at Gringotts and also helping dad and Dumbledore with some stuff. Charlie's working with dragons, DUH! Percy.PERCY IS BEING AN IDIOT!!! I know that he believes that You Know Who Sorry, been trying to use Voldemort for months. I read a muggle book 'Fears, Terrors and Monsters' during the holiday. found it in the attic. I now have a better understanding of fear. But well, habit's hard to change. Back to the subject, Percy's trying to convince his boss, others and especially himself that he does not believe that he's back. We know that, the twins read his diary, never knew he had one. The twins seem to be busy with their jokes. They apparently got an investor. They now have more jokes than ever. I would tell them I like it if I am not being used as a guinea pig. I'm quite glad actually. They're the only noise we hear now. They're quite generous with it though. I get paid a galleon for being a guinea pig to one of their products. They're humiliating. Ginny is being her usual self. I know that she's worried about what's happening but she's still staying happy and strong. I'm going to invite Hermione here for the last two weeks of holidays. Mum's trying to get her here earlier. She reckons that it is safer for her here. I hope that she didn't go and visit Vicky. What was she thinking going to the dance with him??? Well, I hope to see you soon.
Your pal, Ron
Ps. Gred and Forge has gone mad!!! They got me a fabulous dress robe with out charming it. Oh well, I shouldn't complain.
Thinking it will be easier to reply his letters all at once, he turned to his Godfather's letter.
**Harry, my boy
How are you holding up? I'm currently doing what I was asked to do at the end of the semester. (Thought not to mention it, letter might fall into the wrong hands. Better be careful.) I've been quite successful. I'm almost done here and I'll be returning soon. I might drop by one day to see you. Not sure yet though. I'll try to find time. I'm with Moony now and will most likely lie low with him for a while. How are things there? Are the Dursleys treating you well? I really wish that I could get you out of that hellhole. Is Albus letting you visit Ron? Are there any more dreams? Tell me about them. If they are really bad, write one to Albus. Write to me as soon as you can. I want to know how you're doing. I've got to go soon. I've got a few more things to settle.
Love, Snuffles.
"I can't tell him about my dreams. I can't lie either. He's my only family left and I refuse to lie to him. I could say that I don't really remember them. it's partially true. I don't remember half of it.that should not worry him too much. He'll.'
"HARRY POTTER!!!! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!'
His thoughts were shattered as Aunt Petunia's voice rang through the house. He glanced quickly at his watch and gasp. He knows that he will be getting into trouble again. He was supposed to prepare the dinner. Hiding his stuff quickly, he ran down to the kitchen.
Taking up a knife, he started peeling and cutting potatoes. Fortunately for Harry, no one was watching him, anyone who did would get a shock. Harry suddenly went rigid. His knife froze at the position where he was about to cut the potatoes and his eyes stared off into space.
'Where am I? What's going on?' Looking around, he noticed that he was standing on the aisle in a church.
'I do.' Harry turned towards the voice and there he heard another 'I do.' Staring at the couple intently, he noticed that the bride has copper red hair cascading down her back. 'Her hair looks a lot like Ginny's.' he mused. 'And the groom's hair looks a lot like mine. WAIT A MINUTE, WHERE HAVE THAT THOUGHT COME FROM?'
'You may now kiss the bride.' Watching the couple turn towards each other, he gasped. 'That's me. no. that's my dad.' As the groom lifted the bride's veil, he stared even harder. 'Ginny. Mum!'
At that moment, he heard. 'WE NOW HAVE MR. AND MRS. COAL.'
'Huh?' suddenly, his vision blurred. It seems that he was being pulled further and further away from the scene. It felt a lot like the time he was taken out from Riddle's memories.
Coming back to consciousness, Harry's knife cut through the potato, unfortunately landing on his finger.
'OUCH!!!' Aunt Petunia had to choose that moment to barge in.
'WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE ONIONS? HAVING BLOOD ALL OVER IT? CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?' Aunt Petunia grabbed the potato and rinsed the potatoes, not at all bothered by Harry's wounded finger.
Harry excused himself quickly and went to his room to get a band-aid. 'What happened back then? Who were those people? Why did they look so much like my parents. or was it Ginny and I, they looked like? Why Ginny? I barely know her. Who is Mr. & Mrs. Coal?
*******
At the other end of the planet, Henry Coal was indeed marrying Amy Flamore. This was what happened a few weeks ago.
Henry stared at Amy while she ate. Dainty little bites. They've been dating for a while now and although it hasn't been long, he felt that today was the best day to do it. He has been trying top do it since the first lunch he had with her, but every time he open his mouth to tell her of it, he either makes a fool out of himself or have wonderful praises for her.
Henry had tried making it look like the scene from his dreams. Floating candles, although here they were on stands and the tower, he had replaced that with a room in the tallest building in that country. The scenery was different but it was good.
'Henry, What are you staring at?' Amy's silent whisper brought him out of his thoughts. Being cheeky, he grinned and answered, 'you.'
Henry could see a shy blush creep through Amy's features. Pulling himself for what he was going to do next, he stared hard at her.
'Amy. Amy. you're so beautiful.'
'Thanks, but is that why you're dating me?' she replied with a cheeky grin.
'Uh no.' Inside he was reprimanding himself. 'Henry you coward.'
Never did he realize that Amy was and had been going through the same hardship.
'Amy.'
'Henry.'
'You go first.' It clashes again.
Henry took a deep breath. 'We'll do it together.'
'One.'
'Two.'
'Three.' they whispered together.
'I have Amnesia.'
'I know nothing of my past.'
Henry was ecstatic. He had spent so many sleepless night worrying about what her reaction would be. He suddenly felt like a little kid getting a Christmas present.
'So, you don't mind.'
'Henry.'
'I might be married for all I know.'
'Henry.'
'I thought you wouldn't but I was scared.'
'Calm down, Henry.'
'I was so afraid to lose you. what would I do if I did.'
'Dear.'
'I don't know.'
'Love.'
'Would you accept me if I didn't know my past.'
'Hen. Was that a proposal, Henry?'
'What?' a slight tinge of pink crept onto Henry's features. 'I. I guess it was. So.'
'So what?'
'So, would you?'
'Is that all I get in a proposal, Henry?'
'Oh.' Henry turned to his pocket and fumbled in it for a box he had already kept within reach for three days now.
Opening it. 'And this.' Giving Amy a questioning look.
Amy gave him a mock glare. 'Gee, you have to spoil the moment, don't you? Do you think I care about the ring? It's pretty really, but all I wanted was a nice formal "Would you marry me?" you can add a bend in the knee too if you like.'
Henry gathers his composure; seeing that he has mess half of it up, he could at least please Amy with a bend in the knees. Kneeling down, he asked 'Amy Flamore, would you do me the honour of being my wife by marrying me and making me the happiest man alive.'
Although Amy was already expecting it, she still couldn't help the glee she felt.
'Yes, oh yes.' She hugged Henry tightly and whispered softly, 'you really didn't have to go down to your knees but it was cute.'
'I love you so much, Amy, I wouldn't know what to do without you.'
'I love you, too.'
As their lips locked in a kiss, unaware by them, lightning outside flashed one after another. It came down like pouring rain yet it was a clear day that day and not a sound of thunder was heard while the lightning poured down. Their destiny fulfilled once again.
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After dinner that night, Harry laid on his elbow on his bed pondering of what to write to Sirius. He had barely started when a bright white light suddenly blinded his eyes. The air in his room cackled and when he finally opened his eyes, he found himself staring at.
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NEXT TWO CHAPTERS: HARRY MEETS AMY AND HENRY. WHAT HAPPENS THEN?
Will Arabella agree to Harry's request??
What's with the lightning when the sky seems clear?
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