Hi folks, sorry this took so long but i've been really busy with school and then i started working full time for summer. Luckily, i'm writing again and so i decided to post a short chapter to feed you all:D
Chapter 14
After eating his soup, Harry felt a little bad for treating Snape that way. But then again it was nothing compared to how Snape had treated him over the years. So after washing up the crockery and cutlery he had used, Harry went to bed with a light heart.
Meanwhile, Snape had returned to his hotel and after seeking out the nearest wizarding pub/bar, he proceeded to try to lose himself and his feelings in plenty of the world class, internationally known Ogden's fire whisky.
However, after drinking five ENTIRE bottles. By himself. Snape realised that this time he wasn't going to disappear. So, despite being drunk as a skunk, he decided to write a letter to his son. After all if Alexis wouldn't listen to what he had to say, maybe he would read it.
The next morning, a large black hawk tapping on his bedroom window rudely awakened Harry. Rather frustratingly for Harry, this hawk was extremely persistent and NOT in a good way. After all, what teenage boy, (even after living with the Durselys for over a decade), would want or even willingly get out of bed, in the holidays, at SIX thirty in the morning. A time when most sane people are still tucked up in their beds dreaming, thanks to the sandman.
So, Harry found that he had no choice but to open the window and let the owl in. Especially if he wanted to go back to sleep anytime soon. And so, rather grumpily, Harry flung his duvet off, stomped over to the window and threw it open rather forcefully, which just missed the hawk by a whisker and snatched the letter off the proffered leg. After which, the hawk flew away in a very haughty manner.
After dumping the letter on his desk, Harry went back to sleep in the hope that this time, he would have no more unwelcome visitors.
At ten o'clock that morning, Harry had just finished his breakfast consisting of pumpkin juice, scrambled eggs, toast and hash browns when Moony walked in.
"Morning Cub. Fancy some help with the redecorating?" said Moony.
"Sure! That would be great. Thanks Moony." Replied Harry.
And so for the rest of that day Harry and Moony redecorated the house in between having countless paint fights and Moony showing Harry some of the secrets of Prongs' Hideaway.
It came to be eleven o'clock in the evening and Harry was ABSOLUTELY, totally and completely exhausted. He was about to topple into bed when he remembered the letter he had received in the ludicrously early hours of that morning. A letter, which was still on his desk where he had flung it without reading.
Well i hope you enjoyed that. Reviews welcome and next chapter should be up soon.
Chantale xox