Thanks for all the awesome reviews. So far this is turning out to be a lot longer than I had originally planned. Imput would be great.
Greener on the Other Side
Chapter 3
"Harry! Get your scrawny ass back here and help poor little helpless me!" Harry heard Liz scream from the back room. It had been a month since he had started working with Liz and he was enjoying his new life in muggle New York for the most part. He still had his little bouts of depression but he was slowly getting better.
"I'll be right there Liz!" as he began walking towards the storage room. "What have you done now?" He found Liz sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by open boxes with packing peanuts scattered everywhere and a stack of invoices in her hands. Her bandana was pushed down around her neck reveling her hair which was currently black with blue streaks dispersed throughout and in low braided pigtails.
Liz looked up at Harry's entrance and grinned at him. "The new shipment came in."
"I can see that. What have you done to it?"
"Well, I was just so excited that I had to open all the boxes and make sure they were all here. Good news. They are!" Liz brandished the packing slips in her hands at Harry. "Now I just need you to help me outta here."
Harry surveyed the damaged she had managed to wreak on the poor boxes and her current position in the center of what looked like a war zone. "And just how do you expect me to do that?" He asked as he leaned back against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest.
Liz cocked her head to the side and looked around the little room and the mess she had created. "Uh..." She stood up from where she was sitting and slowly began choosing a path through the boxes trying not to disturb anything. Once she cleared the mess she hopped infront of Harry. "I made it!"
Harry shook his head at his boss's antics. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like around here if you actually acted your age Liz."
Liz exited the storage room and headed towards her office to file the paper work and shouted over her shoulder. "It would be damned dull around here and you know it." She turned to look at Harry to see what his response was to find him missing. She looked around some of the aisles and frowned.
"Oh gods, thats disgusting." Harry moaned as straightened up from his position in front of the toilet. He had started throwing up earlier in the week and didn't think he was ever going to get used to it. He went to flush the toilet and go back out into the shop only to turn around and find Liz standing behind him. He jumped. "Geez, Liz you scared me."
Liz gave Harry a contemplative look. "Ya know Har. This is the third time this week I've found you in here pukin your guts out. Now ya wanna explain that to me or am I gonna haveta guess?"
Harry looked everywhere but directly at Liz while he tried to think of a way out of his current predicament. "Its nothing Liz, probably just something I ate. I'll be fine in a little bit." He looked at her, hoping that she would believe him, but knowing he was a terrible liar. From the look on her face, Liz wasn't buying a word of it.
"Harry I think its time you and I had a little talk." Liz turned and walked out of the bathroom and Harry followed her thinking the worst. Liz went and flipped the open sign around and then proceeded to lead Harry towards her office. Once there she sat down at her desk and Harry cautiously sat in the room's only other chair.
Liz took one look at Harry's demeanor and laughed. She swung around in her chair and propped her feet up on the desk. "I didn't mean to scare ya kiddo. Its just I have some things to say to you that you need to know." Taking in Harry's slightly relaxed posture, she decided to continue with her little revelation. "Alright, I guess there's no easy way to put this so I'm just going to say it. I know who you are." She told her looking him straight in the face.
Harry looked into Liz's eyes. "Who I am?" he asked not wanting to reveal more than what he had to.
"Yes Harry Potter. I know exactly who you are. Granted it took me a few days. I haven't exactly been in communication with the Wizarding World in a few years due in part that I wanted nothing to do with the war with Voldemort. Now that he's gone..." She trailed off and shrugged. "I guess I've gotten used to my life here. Did you know the Rimbauer's are a powerful wizarding family out of France?" She asked as she spun around in circles in her desk chair.
Harry sat and digested her words for a few moments before replying. "Why haven't you said anything before now?"
"I figured you had your reasons for wanting to work in a muggle bookshop thousands of miles away from all you friends and family. Its not my business to pry. And I don't intend to tell anyone of your whereabouts either. So you need not worry about that."
Harry just nodded and settled back in his chair. All the energy drained completely from his body, leaving him exhausted.
"There is something that we need to address though Harry." Harry glanced up at Liz and waited for her to continue. "I don't mean to pry Harry but I need to know, and I hope this doesn't offend you if I'm wrong, but are you...pregnant?"
Harry's eyes widened in shock before he quickly dropped his gaze to the floor. A blush colored both his cheeks and he whispered his response "..yes."
Liz broke out in a grin and bounded out of her chair. She scooped Harry up in a bear hug. "Harryharryharryharry, I'm so happy for you." She released Harry and danced a jig around the office. She then stopped and sat in the floor in front of him. "Your are of course going to let me spoil it rotten. " And then Liz's demeanor changed and she glared at him. "Have you seen a mediwitch about this Harry?"
Harry had the good grace to look sheepish at her. Then his face changed into one of frustration and he stood abruptly from his chair and started to pace around the office. "No I haven't and I don't know where to go. I mean I can't go to a muggle doctor because, well look at me, I'm a guy. And if I go to a mediwitch they'll recognize me and then every one will no where I am and I don't want anyone to find me. I just want to be left alone and I don't know what to do." By the time Harry had finished tears were rolling down his cheeks from frustration. "And these mood swings are beginning to effect me and before long I'm not going to be able to come out of my apartment because I'm going to get fat. Liz what am I going to do?"
Liz jumped up from her position on the floor where she had been watching Harry have his minor breakdown. She enveloped him in a mothering hug and directed him towards her squishy desk chair to sit down. "Its going to be ok, you hear me. We'll figure something out ok. You just let it all out and I'll help you in any way I can. Com'on Harry cheer up. We'll get through this. I promise."
To Be Continued...
