xX… well I gotta couple reviews, including one that said I copied all my work from some other story. Lame o. Anywho- enjoy the chapter. Incase you didn't realize a lot of the story will be flashbacks, memories and such. So. Yeah. Peace. …xX
With a quick and soft pop a figure appeared. Than another, and another, and another, and another and another until there were six figures of all different sizes standing on the road. Quietly, with muttered: "shhs" they made their way to the battered house. The tallest of them all quietly pulled out a wand, tapped the door and muttered something. A small click was heard and he pushed the door open…
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, ARTHUR?" Came a voice from inside. Arthur opened the door fully to reveal his wife, sitting at the table clutching a cup of tea.
"The game ran longer than we expected," he said. Shooting Harry a glance, "Moll, don't be mad." Arthur seemed tired and fed up. His voice gave that much away at least; the rest came into the house.
"Don't be sore mum, we won!" One of the twins said to his mother.
"I was worried sick, with all this craziness about death and dark lords, I thought you all had been captured… killed…or worse." She said, on the verge of tears. She buried her face in her sleeve. Arthur went over and began to pat her on the back, pulling his wand out he locked the door and continued the patting, motioning for the others to trudge upstairs and get to bed.
Once upstairs, Ron and Harry occupied the washroom, brushing their teeth.
"That was awesome!" Ron said, as he squirted toothpaste onto his brush, "Not as good as quidditch, duh, but it was grand, now I know why Dean is so bloody obsessed with football!"
Harry nodded, brush already in his mouth. He had had to explain everything to the Weasley's. What a red card was, who the specific players were etc… At first, they had found it boring- what with no one getting hurt or flying around but than, after two or three beers- there was nothing else. Ron and Harry were sufficiently drunk- well, most everyone was. Except Arthur, the designated apparator.
"'Night than… we'll talk more in the morning, I'm beat," said Harry, spitting out his paste. He didn't know it at the time but this visit to the burrow would be the last time he'd ever see Ron or the Weasley's for years. Harry fidgeted with his pajama pants and rubbed his eyes, taking off his glasses. He opened the door and closed it, sighing. He put his glasses on the table and sat down on the bed, he could hear George leaving and Fred trudging up the stairs. He got out his wand, muttered Lumos and set it down on the bedside table, giving him just enough light to read. He was reading Directors on Directing. A fascinating look into the world of muggle directing- both theater and film. Lately, muggle books had just been more interesting to him, instead of any others. He sat reading. When at last he heard the last light flick out and Arthur head up to bed and close the door, Harry quietly got up. He opened his door a smidge, saw there was no one there and tip toed up the stairs and across the hall. He quietly turned the knob and opened the door.
The room was dark, a single bed in the middle of the room. Not decorated or festive. Just a bad, a dresser and a window, which was covered by a thick shade. The figure in the bed slept peacefully, turning over every now and than. Harry crept up to the figure and put his hand on its, well her, shoulder. She opened her eyes and before she could stop him he pulled up the blankets and was in the bed. Lying next to her. She turned over,
"Hey Harry," she said.
"Hi Ginny. Long time no see."
She laughed quietly. He turned over so that he was facing her,
"What?" she asked, looking around.
He reviewed the situation in his mind, he was laying in a bed next to the woman he loved. All right.
He snuggled closer to her and she didn't resist. Finally, he put his arm around her and pulled her close. Her body pressing up against his. He kissed her on the top of her head and they lay silent. Right before they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Harry's eyes popped open and he looked at the clock, it read 5:46. Ginny was still asleep, her body sprawled all over the bed. Quietly her got up and opened the door, creeping back to his room, a figure appeared. Wearing a sweater and jeans. He looked at Harry…
"Wanna grab some lunch, than?" he asked. Harry looked at him strangely…
"Yo. Harry. C'mon boy, class is over!"
Harry took a look at the Burrow before closing his eyes. When he opened them he was sitting in a chair in a classroom. His friend Sky standing next to him.
"You had that look you crazy git, what were you thinking about?" he asked him.
"A girl I once knew…" he trailed off, getting up and collecting his bag.
"Wanna get some lunch?" he asked again. Harry nodded and the strode off into the courtyard of the school, past all the tourists and they were about to check the bulletin board when Harry heard something strange,
"The muggle government built this school in…" Harry stopped. It was a large tour group. The people wore mis matched sweaters shoes, socks and pants. It looked like a thrown together outfit, by someone who has deaf, blind and well… stupid. Harry immediately knew who it was: Wizarding Tour Group. He surveyed the group for people he knew and suddenly his face went white. He hadn't expected to find someone he knew. Standing in the middle of the pack, looking very interested was a tall man with balding red hair. He looked the craziest of all. Harry gave him the once over to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.
"I'll meet you at the caf Sky, right?" Harry said, preoccupied. He didn't even hear Sky's reply. He was already making his way towards the group. He made sure his hair covered his scar and took of his glasses. He could still see well enough. He ducked into a corner and preformed a quick spell that allowed him to see clearly for three hours. Coming out he tapped the tour guide on the shoulder,
"Yes?" she said.
"Hullo- I'm from the tour association here at Trinity College, just checking for the your tour permit." He said. The lady went white and he could see her reaching for her wand. An old man dressed in what looked like a punk Santa Claus outfit reached out and grasped her hand. He spoke in a low croaky voice,
"Stella, please, I have the permit right here." He reached into his coat pocket and handed Harry a slip of paper. As he suspected a one: Arthur Wesley had made all the arrangements. He looked over the slip and handed it back to the old man,
"Arthur Wesley!" he shouted, "Please come with me! You may resume your tour madam," Harry said quiet politely. Arthur pushed his way out of the crowd looking very nervous.
"W-w-what seems to be the p-p-problem with the papers sir?" he stuttered, shaking.
"Nothing. I'm just taking notes on the organizations that apply for tour licenses. What did that paper say again: Dursley Steel Emporium?"
Arthur looked down,
"F-f-from England, Mr…"
"Potter. Harry Potter."
There was a deathly silence.
"You prat!" said Arthur laughing. Harry pushed the hair above his forehead.
"I haven't heard from you in years, what in fucks sake are you doing in Ireland?"
"I'm a muggle. I'd had enough with all the stupid Wizarding world and being a fucking celebrity that I just left." He put his glasses back on, "I just thought I'd say hi, we never met by the way…" Harry trailed off, patted Arthur on the back and went to the cafeteria were Sky was telling a joke to girls. Harry sat down next to him.
"…and so he says: I'm not an aphrodisiac! I'm a goddamned queer!" the two ladies burst into laughter, "alright, good-bye! Good-bye!" he called after them. He settled down and chuckled,
"Freshman…"
Harry smiled.
"April in town?" Sky asked.
"No, why?"
"Twins." He said, "Gorgeous twins. And I can't handle them both. Tag along, will ya?" he asked.
"I dunno… I don't think I'm up to it tonight, Sky…" Harry's voice trailed off. He couldn't stop thinking about her.
"Well, if ya are, drop by my place tonight… we'll be there ALL FUCKING NIGHT MAN!" Sky laughed, dumped his plate and practically waltzed out.
Harry was shell-shocked. He sat at the table, thinking…
Sometimes I stand… in the middle of the door. Not going left. Not going right. I dim the lights, and think about you. Spend sleepless nights, and think about you. You said you loved me, or were you just being kind…
He took a sip from his water and tossed all thoughts out of his mind.
Or am I losing my mind…"Seamus! Get your bloody ass down here!" Dean yelled into the next room. Seamus entered, fresh from a shower. Towel wrapped around his bottom.
"Hmm?"
"Look- bud, you've been livin' here for wha, a year or two now. Don't you think it's time to get your act together and move out?"
Seamus stopped and folded his arms across his chest.
"Dean please…" Seamus folded his arms across his chest.
"No."
"Dean!"
"Seam- you're my best friend but you've got to go! It's ruining our friendship and my life. It's high time you put your life t'gether and move out. Seamus I'm giving you a week. Than you need to leave."
"Dean." Seamus was almost in tears.
"What…" Dean sighed heavily.
"After all these years, you don't want to know me any more?" Seamus whispered. Tears streaming down his face.
Dean's face faltered,
"No- no, it's not that! You're my numero uno! Seamus we just can't live together!"
Seamus, apparently did not here any of this.
"I fucking know! I know!" he pulled off his towel, turned around and threw it at Dean, who caught it, looking puzzled, "I don't need naught from you. Get out of my life. Seamus ran into his room and pulled on some boxers, throwing things into his two suitcases.
Dean ran after him,
"Seamus no- please! We're still friends, right?"
"Look!" Seamus stopped, he wasn't crying anymore but he was wiping the tears from his cheek, "I fully understand. I'm a fag, that's minus a point, I'm a wreck, minus another and to top it all off, I'm ruining YOUR life as well as mine. I get it. I know it." Seamus pulled on some pants and a shirt and grabbed his two bags, "You were a great pal, but as usual, I ruin most everything. I'm sorry it had to come to this…" he sighed and before Dean could say another word Seamus was out the door.
Dean starred at the shut door for a while, turned his head sat down at the kitchen table: head in his hands.
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"Oliver- Harry been by yet?" Seamus asked Oliver, sitting at the bar.
"No. No. And no! He hasn't shown up in the ten seconds you were in the loo. Why you need him so much anyways?"
"I need a place to stay." Seamus said after a long silence. Oliver kept on drying an already bone dry glass.
"Sorry mate…"
"No." Oliver wiped his eyes, "No it's ok, anything I turn usually ends up shit."
The door opened.
"HARRY!" Seamus leapt up.
Harry looked dazed and confused.
"Hey…" he sat down and motioned for a pint.
"Ginny drop by, than?" Harry asked taking a long sip.
"No." said Oliver. Katie opened the door to the back room and squealed.
"Harry! Seamus! To what do I owe tha' honor?" She asked. Embracing both of them.
"I need a place to stay…"
"Looking for Ginny."
They both said at the same time. Katie laughed and Oliver just nodded his head.
"Ginny'll be by any moment and Seamus- you can stay in the room above the pub, right"
"Brilliant." They said at the same time.
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"Hey Ron…?" Ginny asked cautiously. Sipping tea.
"Hmm…?" He brother replied, sitting at the table, reading the paper.
"Would you be bloody pissed if I told you that I saw Harry and didn't tell you?"
"Yeah- why?"
"Well… I did"
Ron set down the paper. A million questions flooded his mind, but Ginny could mind read the most persistent one,
"Not a chance that he's interested in me," she said. Sighing.
"You know it?" he asked.
"Yeah. Harry's screwing a muggle."
They say glumly.
xX… WELL? R&R! …xX