Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, I just haven't had a ton of time to
work on or update this thing, I feel bad, but whatever. It's almost a week
now and trust I didn't mean to take this long on it, I've been doing some
SAT prep. So now, here it is the wonderful Chapter 11.
Chapter Eleven: And I Don't Want to Be Wrong
Harry woke up, blinking a few times, not recognizing where he was at first. He yawned, now realizing he'd fallen asleep in the Blues Study. Hermione and Tonks had also fallen asleep there, he checked his watch, it was about 2 am. He picked up Hermione and carried her over to put her on one the cots, and then picked up Tonks putting her on the other cot. He then tucked each of them in, kissing each on the forehead, then he left to go to the kitchen, to grab a Butterbeer.
He began down the stairs, hearing Tom's and Farrell's voices from the kitchen. As he came to the door of the kitchen he saw Fred, George, and Lee huddled at the bottom of the door. They were all listening in on the discussion that Tom and Farrell were having.
"They're having a fight...." whispered Lee.
"What about?" Harry asked in a whisper.
"Well, it seems that both are in love with one another.... But it seems like something happened awhile back." Lee said in a responsive whisper.
"They did! They separated, I forget why...." Fred said in a know-it-all whisper.
"Shhhhhh..." George said, whispering, "They're talking again..."
Tom's voice, as well as Farrell's voice now seeped out of the kitchen once more. Sadness enveloped, but hidden in their voices. Something had happened between them, but no one could seem to figure out what it had been, or at least no one remembered.
"Tom, I don't want to discuss this! We separated and you're with someone now...!" Farrell said in an angry but disheartened tone.
"Then when, Farrell?" Tom stated flatly, "It's been about 5, maybe 6 years... And we haven't talked and yesterday you wouldn't even look me in the eye!"
"It's not that easy, Tom... And it's not that simple..." Farrell's voice shook with sadness.
"If it's not that simple, then tell me how complicated it is, Farrell..." Tom's deep voice had an undertone of sadness lingering.
"Tom, this is not what I want to start my day with..." Farrell said, still unable to look at Tom.
"Well, then when, Farrell?" Tom was seeming to get a little angry in his tone.
"Never..." Farrell said bluntly as her walked out the back kitchen door with a loud slam.
Tom watched after Farrell, understanding why he was so sad. He and Farrell split ways in their late 6th, almost 7th year when they realized they had separate dreams. He wanted to be in the wizarding FBI and Farrell strived to be a writer for the Daily Prophet. The separation element was harsh, Tom would be all over and Farrell would be left alone.
Tom sighed faitly, fixing to get himself a tall mug of Butterbeer. Once he poured the mug, he downed it heavily and heaved another lonesome, but wise and understanding sigh as he head out the front door of the kitchen.
The eavesdroppers were no longer there, they'd gone to the living room. They didn't want to mention anything about Farrell to Tom, having no desire to stir up any more sadness.
Chapter Eleven: And I Don't Want to Be Wrong
Harry woke up, blinking a few times, not recognizing where he was at first. He yawned, now realizing he'd fallen asleep in the Blues Study. Hermione and Tonks had also fallen asleep there, he checked his watch, it was about 2 am. He picked up Hermione and carried her over to put her on one the cots, and then picked up Tonks putting her on the other cot. He then tucked each of them in, kissing each on the forehead, then he left to go to the kitchen, to grab a Butterbeer.
He began down the stairs, hearing Tom's and Farrell's voices from the kitchen. As he came to the door of the kitchen he saw Fred, George, and Lee huddled at the bottom of the door. They were all listening in on the discussion that Tom and Farrell were having.
"They're having a fight...." whispered Lee.
"What about?" Harry asked in a whisper.
"Well, it seems that both are in love with one another.... But it seems like something happened awhile back." Lee said in a responsive whisper.
"They did! They separated, I forget why...." Fred said in a know-it-all whisper.
"Shhhhhh..." George said, whispering, "They're talking again..."
Tom's voice, as well as Farrell's voice now seeped out of the kitchen once more. Sadness enveloped, but hidden in their voices. Something had happened between them, but no one could seem to figure out what it had been, or at least no one remembered.
"Tom, I don't want to discuss this! We separated and you're with someone now...!" Farrell said in an angry but disheartened tone.
"Then when, Farrell?" Tom stated flatly, "It's been about 5, maybe 6 years... And we haven't talked and yesterday you wouldn't even look me in the eye!"
"It's not that easy, Tom... And it's not that simple..." Farrell's voice shook with sadness.
"If it's not that simple, then tell me how complicated it is, Farrell..." Tom's deep voice had an undertone of sadness lingering.
"Tom, this is not what I want to start my day with..." Farrell said, still unable to look at Tom.
"Well, then when, Farrell?" Tom was seeming to get a little angry in his tone.
"Never..." Farrell said bluntly as her walked out the back kitchen door with a loud slam.
Tom watched after Farrell, understanding why he was so sad. He and Farrell split ways in their late 6th, almost 7th year when they realized they had separate dreams. He wanted to be in the wizarding FBI and Farrell strived to be a writer for the Daily Prophet. The separation element was harsh, Tom would be all over and Farrell would be left alone.
Tom sighed faitly, fixing to get himself a tall mug of Butterbeer. Once he poured the mug, he downed it heavily and heaved another lonesome, but wise and understanding sigh as he head out the front door of the kitchen.
The eavesdroppers were no longer there, they'd gone to the living room. They didn't want to mention anything about Farrell to Tom, having no desire to stir up any more sadness.