Disclaimer: I don't own anything! (So sue me! Or not, I don't know how the system works!)The only things I do own are… :: drum roll please! :: …my own characters! Ha Ha, I'm not that funny, I know, but hey I need something to keep me sane! Just ask Ashleigh she knows!
Borne-shadow-childe: Harry does begin to play a little Quidditch with his family but
James is still as stubborn as ever and refuses to see Harry's changed…Good thought though!
Marguerida: glad to hear it! I'm sorry this is a bit late though!
Lil Miss Potter: you make more sense then I ever did, lol I don't think Harry's going to indulge in a little romance just yet anyway…
Telepathic Angel: Ashleigh, Ashleigh, Ashleigh … I would have had more time to write if I wasn't busy jumping into the ocean off diving towers with you!! Hey you want a sibling? Take mine, he's all yours! And I'm sure he comes with a stuffed plushie as well so there's a bonus for ya!
Author's note: hey sorry y'all, this chapter is really, really late. I have been busy with the holidays and stuff and I promise that the wait will be worth it… whether in this chapter or the next... or the one after that… or, oh you get what I mean!
Here you go!!
Harry's bedroom
Harry sat on his bed, or what he could only guess was his, staring despairingly at the floor…wait a second, is that gum I see stuck to his draws?!
He shook his head to keep the author out of his on the verge of going crazy mind.
(A/N: hey it's not my fault he's going crazy… oh wait…hehe, yes it is, oops!)
Okay, getting back on track now…
Harry sat on his bed, staring despairingly at the floor. If he was ever going to pull this off, he needed to know the facts. Harry knew that there was something odd going on and Harry loathed being left out.
So he was going to exactly what he he never thought he'd have to do...
Get help from somebody else.
(A/N: hey, not every plan is sneaky you know, sometimes you find more out if you just ASK, something all males mysteriously find extremely difficult)
So Harry was indeed having a mental breakdown from attempting to disobey the rule all males must follow: Never ask for directions, men can do everything on their own.
As you can see, Harry definitely needed help.
The kitchen…. for lack of a better name.
There was an uncomfortable tension in the room that seemed to reach out and grab a hold of the occupants' voices.
Breakfast was an affair they had gotten used to not seeing Harry there, and this morning, which was really unlike any other… no special events or anything planned on this day, Harry had unexpectedly appeared in the kitchen out of nowhere.
Okay so that's exaggerating a bit. He had actually walked down the stairs so it wasn't like… POOF! Enter Harry.
But none the less He was at breakfast, he didn't stay, but he was there
Lily had barely touched anything on her plate. She wanted somebody to be there when Harry came down to eat. She watched as James shovelled food down his throat like water guzzling down a tunnel, well maybe not that fast, but it was still faster than how an average person eats.
Lily wondered how she ever became attracted to him, one of the many unsolved mysteries of life.
Lily was shaken out of her reverie when she heard a voice out of nowhere.
"I think I should go check on Harry"
Lily let curiosity give in and looked up, oh, the voice wasn't out of nowhere at all, she realised as Rose stood up, her gaze not leaving the stairs.
"Rose, I don't think that's the best idea" James exclaimed.
Lily glanced towards James indifferently without really seeing him at all, then looked towards Rose who appeared to not have registered anything James had spoken and kept walking up the stairs as if in a trance.
As lily drenched herself in silence James knew that nothing good could come of this.
There was something in the atmosphere that didn't seem right. He could feel it, and James' feelings were never wrong.
Except that time when they had told him having children will not make you grow older faster; and when letting a woman run your life was a good thing; and when...... never mind, the point is, James was always right.....
Harry's chamber.... (It's French for bedroom, he he)
Harry was pacing (again!) when he heard the distinct sound of a knock on the door, or really a thump, smack and wack on the door. However, he answered the door despite being irritable about being interrupted from his train of thought which had de-railed ages ago so there was really no reason for him to be feeling like this, but you know guys. Can't admit to anything...
The loud visitor actually turned out to be Rose… his 'sister'.
"Hi....um...I just came to see if you were okay but I can see you are so I'll be going now," she announced rather quickly before turning to walk away. But before she could, Harry asked,
"Wait, Rose… what did you really come here for?"
Rose flushed a red Ron's hair would be jealous of and slowly turned to face Harry.
Her mouth opened and closed several times, making her look like a fish out of water, before Harry decided to pull her out of her humiliation which he was rather enjoying and interrupted her fish breathing.
"Do you want to come in and sit down?" he asked opening the door wider gesturing for her to enter.
She walked in apprehensively like expecting a tarantula to jump out from the walls onto her immediately. But after seeing that there indeed no spider hiding anywhere, she walked to his bed and sat down, while Harry grabbed the chair from his desk and rolled it over so he could hear her better.
"Actually there was something I wanted to speak to you about anyway, but you first," he expressed.
"Oh right, yes, well the thing is that you weren't your usual self this morning," she said.
Harry expected her to go on, but she looked as if Harry would be livid just for her to say that much.
"How was I any different?" He asked slowly.
"Is that a trick question? That's a trick question isn't it, it is and I'm going to go now so I will not answer your trick question for I will be retreating my own room which you will not follow me to." She said all in one breath before basically running out the door and down to the right.
Harry took no recollection of her saying to not follow which he did without a thought.
"Rose, that's not what I meant, I…" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw her room, which was covered from floor to ceiling with posters of Quidditch players flying around catching and throwing quaffles and smashing bludgers. He gaze landed on Rose again who was so shocked to find Harry in her room, she had dropped the brush that was in her hand which lay forgotten on the ground... (a/n: poor brush...)
"The thing is Rose…I'm not the Harry you know" He finished as the two stared at each other before Rose Put her hand on her hip and frowned like she thought Harry was crazy
"What?!"
A/N:
Well, what do you think...?
Hopefully you like it, I kept re-writing little bits of all the time so I hope it is to your satisfaction (Ashleigh, don't comment on that)
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Preview: Rose finds just who Harry really is next chapter and is, surprisingly, very pleased!!
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