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Early morning in New York City on the west side of Manhattan near Riverside Park, our story begins in an ancient brownstone. Better known has Harry Potter's appartment.
Sleeping quietly on a queen-sized four poster bed, centered in cozy room done up in blues and greens is Harry, a young and handsome man of 30, with emerald green eyes and raven colored hair. Forever unruly, just like his father's, the late James Potter. Bookshelves line every inch of wall space and overflow with books. In one corner sets a desk with a computer on it.....
As Harry wakes up, His boyfriend and partner, Draco Malfoy walks into the room, already dressed for the day in black trousers and light blue long sleeved shirt. Carrying the New York Times, Wizard's Edition, a steaming cup of coffee, grey eyes light up as Harry mumbles out, "Good Morning."
Reading, "Listen to this... the entire workforce of state of Virgina Magical Goverment had to have solitare removed from the computers."
Harry roles out of bed, shirtless and clad in dark blue pajama bottoms and heads to the bathroom and begins brush his teeth. Draco follows him, "because they haven't done any work in six weeks."
Harry walks out pulling on his blue bathrobe, "Aren't you late?"
Draco without missing a beat, "You know what this is, you know what we're seeing here? We're seeing the end of the western civilization as we know it."
"This is so sad." Harry tosses Draco his jacket.
Pointing at Harry's computer, "You think that machine is your friend, but it's not." Checking his watch, "I'm late."
Harry roles his emerald eyes and follows Draco to the door. "I'll see you tonight."
"Sushi?"
"Sushi." Confirming with a kiss on his cheek and tugging on a lock of blonde hair as Draco goes out the door and closes it behind him.
Harry tiptoes up the door and looks through the fish-eye peephole watching as Draco goes down the stairs, disappearing from sight. Then he walks into the living room and looks out as Draco walks out onto the street and turns toward Broadway.
"He's gone. Good!" Harry says out loud and walks back to the bedroom. He sits down at his computer. An expression of anticpation and guilty pleaure as he clicks the mouse.
A logo for Magical Wizarding Web comes up and Harry's screen name: SntchsSker. He logs on and the computer makes all it's little modem noises as the computer dials the access number and connects. We hear, "Welcome."
Harry listens for the words, "You've got mail." And the mail page comes up. He deletes the first three mails. Then he selects the "read mail" key for PtnMstr 152, Re: Salazar.
To :SntchSkr From: PtnMstr 152 Re: Salazar
Harry starts to read the letter out loud: "Salazar is my dog. He loves the streets of New York as much as I do. Although he likes to eat bits of pizza and bagel off the sidewalk, and I prefer to buy them. Salazar is a great chaser and offered a tryout on the local Quiditch team, The New York City Bluebirds... But he chose to stay with me so that he could spend 18 hours a day sleeping on a large green pillow the size of an inner tube. Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened quills if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has it's charms."
Harry sat back in his chair and smirked, before hitting the reply key......
Early morning in New York City on the west side of Manhattan near Riverside Park, our story begins in an ancient brownstone. Better known has Harry Potter's appartment.
Sleeping quietly on a queen-sized four poster bed, centered in cozy room done up in blues and greens is Harry, a young and handsome man of 30, with emerald green eyes and raven colored hair. Forever unruly, just like his father's, the late James Potter. Bookshelves line every inch of wall space and overflow with books. In one corner sets a desk with a computer on it.....
As Harry wakes up, His boyfriend and partner, Draco Malfoy walks into the room, already dressed for the day in black trousers and light blue long sleeved shirt. Carrying the New York Times, Wizard's Edition, a steaming cup of coffee, grey eyes light up as Harry mumbles out, "Good Morning."
Reading, "Listen to this... the entire workforce of state of Virgina Magical Goverment had to have solitare removed from the computers."
Harry roles out of bed, shirtless and clad in dark blue pajama bottoms and heads to the bathroom and begins brush his teeth. Draco follows him, "because they haven't done any work in six weeks."
Harry walks out pulling on his blue bathrobe, "Aren't you late?"
Draco without missing a beat, "You know what this is, you know what we're seeing here? We're seeing the end of the western civilization as we know it."
"This is so sad." Harry tosses Draco his jacket.
Pointing at Harry's computer, "You think that machine is your friend, but it's not." Checking his watch, "I'm late."
Harry roles his emerald eyes and follows Draco to the door. "I'll see you tonight."
"Sushi?"
"Sushi." Confirming with a kiss on his cheek and tugging on a lock of blonde hair as Draco goes out the door and closes it behind him.
Harry tiptoes up the door and looks through the fish-eye peephole watching as Draco goes down the stairs, disappearing from sight. Then he walks into the living room and looks out as Draco walks out onto the street and turns toward Broadway.
"He's gone. Good!" Harry says out loud and walks back to the bedroom. He sits down at his computer. An expression of anticpation and guilty pleaure as he clicks the mouse.
A logo for Magical Wizarding Web comes up and Harry's screen name: SntchsSker. He logs on and the computer makes all it's little modem noises as the computer dials the access number and connects. We hear, "Welcome."
Harry listens for the words, "You've got mail." And the mail page comes up. He deletes the first three mails. Then he selects the "read mail" key for PtnMstr 152, Re: Salazar.
To :SntchSkr From: PtnMstr 152 Re: Salazar
Harry starts to read the letter out loud: "Salazar is my dog. He loves the streets of New York as much as I do. Although he likes to eat bits of pizza and bagel off the sidewalk, and I prefer to buy them. Salazar is a great chaser and offered a tryout on the local Quiditch team, The New York City Bluebirds... But he chose to stay with me so that he could spend 18 hours a day sleeping on a large green pillow the size of an inner tube. Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened quills if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has it's charms."
Harry sat back in his chair and smirked, before hitting the reply key......