Disclaimer: April Burns is making an appearance, she is from the wonderful
indie film 'Pieces of April', and she is not my own of course. She will be
a continuing character, so remember this disclaimer when it comes to her,
thank ya. Tom Gadden makes his entrance, not my character, belongs to my
friend Taylor (Tom Gadden here at FFNET).
Author's Note: The new characters for this chapter, Vaughn Tuscany and Chalcedony Selene, are my own personal character. Also, to learn about Tom and Farrell's past goto to Taylor's fanfiction (Tom Gadden @ FFNET).
Chapter Seven: Days of April
Harry woke-up in his bed awkwardly, smacking his head against his bed's head board. He gritted his teeth a bit, curling his legs forward toards him, trying to take some of the shock from the area away. This was done without point, the pain stung the top of his skull.
"Breakfast is ready!!!" Farrell had a laughing tone with his yell echoed through the house, which was thanks to the special speaker system that Arthur Weasley, .
Harry stumbled out of bed, his head still throbbing with profuse pain from the way he hit his headboard, he didn't give a care that he was still in his night scrubs, he just wanted food. He apparated into the kitchen, as soon as he got there Draco's hands zoomed away from Farrell's hips. Draco smiled faintly at the tired face of Harry.
"We have scrambled eggs, cooked ham, fresh cut canteloupe, and glasses of milk." Farrell said with a smile, proud of his work.
Soon after Harry came Ron and Hermione who were wide awake, followed by Tonks and Ginny. Then about 15 minutes after that Fred, George, Ariadne, Lee, and Neville piled in. Remus was the only one who did not have to awaken this early.
SNAP! CRACK! SNAP!
"Tom?" Draco asked, seeming utterly surprised seeing the man with long brown curls he saw everyday at work now in Harry's kitchen.
"Yes, I would be Tom, Draco..." Tom said, with a cock of the brow, and his voice laced with sarcasm.
"Who are those two?" Draco asked, his face still haunted with a surprised look.
"That'd be Chalcedony Selene..." Tom pointed to tall, black haired woman to his right, "And that would be Professor V-..."
"-aughn Tuscany..." Hermione finished, "How are ya, Vaughn?"
"Oh! Hey, Hermione, I'm doin' fine," Vaughn said in an excited cajun accent, "Just here on business with Tom and Chalce."
"Oh, really?" Hermione said finishing the question tightly because Ron was giving Vaughn a jealous glare.
"No worries, mon ami, I'm with someone and women are not my thing..." Vaughn stated flatly.
"Well... I... Uh..." Ron stumbled with his words, having no idea what to say to Vaughn's blunt and direct words.
Tom grinned lightly at Vaughn and then turned to face Draco again. He took a deep breath, flicking some of his brown curls from his eyes, clearing his view. He observd to faces that were quite fixated on him, since he took hold of the discussion.
"Well, I got the message you sent by Mind Mail..." Tom paused, his deep voice lingering, "I think it would be wonderful if you participated in the Order as an informant, but Justin and Kiria cannot know."
"Mind Mail?" Neville questioned.
"A message sent by one's mind to Mind Mirror of another person," Chalcedony spoke in a cool, relaxing tone.
"Mind Mirrors are very helpful," Hermione stated wisely.
"What in the bloody hell is a Mind Mirror?" Ron asked, seeming confused.
"Doesn't matter..." Farrell said absently, watching Tom, seeming distraught, "I have to go, I um.... have to shop at Diagon Alley..."
Tom cocked a brow at Farrell, confused by his attitude. He had hoped Farrell would be happy to see him after all of these years. He frowned at Farrell, who would not look at him, not at all. He sadly shrugged it off returning to discussing things with Draco.
"Can I come with you, Farrell?" Ariadne asked casually, but concern was swimming in her tone, "I need a new broom, I could grab it..."
"Uh, yeah, sure..." Farrell still sounded as if his mind was elsewhere.
Ariadne and Farrell went into the living room, each using some Floo Powder. Leaving one by one, since you can't really get two people somewhere at once by the Floo Network, you could end up on Nocturne Alley or some other obscure area.
Ariadne had gone first, she was dusting herself off just as Farrell came through the fireplace of the Floo Network's newly built Diagon Alley Floo Network fireplace. She helped him up and he dusted himself off, still seeming quite melancholy. The two walked out onto the street, passing and owl and creature shop as well as a candy shop.
"What happened back there? Why wouldn't you talk or look at Tom?" Ariadne pressed with caution.
"Uhmm... Well, promise not to tell anyone?" Farrell's voice and face were covered in desperation.
"Of course! I promise, you cn tell me..." Ariadne said, assurance in her voice.
"Well... I'm still in love with Tom, but..." Farrell paused, "I've kind of fallen for someone new..."
With a bang, Ariadne sailed off her feet landing on her back on the stone walk of Diagon Alley. A girl of decent height, brown hair with streaks on red in her short bangs, had just slammed Ariadne in the gut with such force that Ariadne's eyes started to water.
"Oh my god!" Farrell swooped to Ariadne's side, and gave a side-long glare to the girl.
"Ariadne Marie Sheralynn Black! You little piece of crap!" the girl was furious, "You still owe me that 20 galleons, for you know what!"
"A-April?" Ariadne said, coughing to regain her senses.
Author's Note: The new characters for this chapter, Vaughn Tuscany and Chalcedony Selene, are my own personal character. Also, to learn about Tom and Farrell's past goto to Taylor's fanfiction (Tom Gadden @ FFNET).
Chapter Seven: Days of April
Harry woke-up in his bed awkwardly, smacking his head against his bed's head board. He gritted his teeth a bit, curling his legs forward toards him, trying to take some of the shock from the area away. This was done without point, the pain stung the top of his skull.
"Breakfast is ready!!!" Farrell had a laughing tone with his yell echoed through the house, which was thanks to the special speaker system that Arthur Weasley, .
Harry stumbled out of bed, his head still throbbing with profuse pain from the way he hit his headboard, he didn't give a care that he was still in his night scrubs, he just wanted food. He apparated into the kitchen, as soon as he got there Draco's hands zoomed away from Farrell's hips. Draco smiled faintly at the tired face of Harry.
"We have scrambled eggs, cooked ham, fresh cut canteloupe, and glasses of milk." Farrell said with a smile, proud of his work.
Soon after Harry came Ron and Hermione who were wide awake, followed by Tonks and Ginny. Then about 15 minutes after that Fred, George, Ariadne, Lee, and Neville piled in. Remus was the only one who did not have to awaken this early.
SNAP! CRACK! SNAP!
"Tom?" Draco asked, seeming utterly surprised seeing the man with long brown curls he saw everyday at work now in Harry's kitchen.
"Yes, I would be Tom, Draco..." Tom said, with a cock of the brow, and his voice laced with sarcasm.
"Who are those two?" Draco asked, his face still haunted with a surprised look.
"That'd be Chalcedony Selene..." Tom pointed to tall, black haired woman to his right, "And that would be Professor V-..."
"-aughn Tuscany..." Hermione finished, "How are ya, Vaughn?"
"Oh! Hey, Hermione, I'm doin' fine," Vaughn said in an excited cajun accent, "Just here on business with Tom and Chalce."
"Oh, really?" Hermione said finishing the question tightly because Ron was giving Vaughn a jealous glare.
"No worries, mon ami, I'm with someone and women are not my thing..." Vaughn stated flatly.
"Well... I... Uh..." Ron stumbled with his words, having no idea what to say to Vaughn's blunt and direct words.
Tom grinned lightly at Vaughn and then turned to face Draco again. He took a deep breath, flicking some of his brown curls from his eyes, clearing his view. He observd to faces that were quite fixated on him, since he took hold of the discussion.
"Well, I got the message you sent by Mind Mail..." Tom paused, his deep voice lingering, "I think it would be wonderful if you participated in the Order as an informant, but Justin and Kiria cannot know."
"Mind Mail?" Neville questioned.
"A message sent by one's mind to Mind Mirror of another person," Chalcedony spoke in a cool, relaxing tone.
"Mind Mirrors are very helpful," Hermione stated wisely.
"What in the bloody hell is a Mind Mirror?" Ron asked, seeming confused.
"Doesn't matter..." Farrell said absently, watching Tom, seeming distraught, "I have to go, I um.... have to shop at Diagon Alley..."
Tom cocked a brow at Farrell, confused by his attitude. He had hoped Farrell would be happy to see him after all of these years. He frowned at Farrell, who would not look at him, not at all. He sadly shrugged it off returning to discussing things with Draco.
"Can I come with you, Farrell?" Ariadne asked casually, but concern was swimming in her tone, "I need a new broom, I could grab it..."
"Uh, yeah, sure..." Farrell still sounded as if his mind was elsewhere.
Ariadne and Farrell went into the living room, each using some Floo Powder. Leaving one by one, since you can't really get two people somewhere at once by the Floo Network, you could end up on Nocturne Alley or some other obscure area.
Ariadne had gone first, she was dusting herself off just as Farrell came through the fireplace of the Floo Network's newly built Diagon Alley Floo Network fireplace. She helped him up and he dusted himself off, still seeming quite melancholy. The two walked out onto the street, passing and owl and creature shop as well as a candy shop.
"What happened back there? Why wouldn't you talk or look at Tom?" Ariadne pressed with caution.
"Uhmm... Well, promise not to tell anyone?" Farrell's voice and face were covered in desperation.
"Of course! I promise, you cn tell me..." Ariadne said, assurance in her voice.
"Well... I'm still in love with Tom, but..." Farrell paused, "I've kind of fallen for someone new..."
With a bang, Ariadne sailed off her feet landing on her back on the stone walk of Diagon Alley. A girl of decent height, brown hair with streaks on red in her short bangs, had just slammed Ariadne in the gut with such force that Ariadne's eyes started to water.
"Oh my god!" Farrell swooped to Ariadne's side, and gave a side-long glare to the girl.
"Ariadne Marie Sheralynn Black! You little piece of crap!" the girl was furious, "You still owe me that 20 galleons, for you know what!"
"A-April?" Ariadne said, coughing to regain her senses.