Vi: I did write alot in the last chapter. Well it was muy divertido. Hope you enjoy this one as well. Charlie makes a damn good rescuer. Hehheh...splunking...I want a freakin bat mobile. You said I was going to kill George, I have a thing for him more than Fred I don't know why if I did I know why I'm not fully sane, but because I care for him so much I am only going to hurt him severely...Its within my character right...hahhah. I like Draco's line about making out with a mirror. Hehheh...harry...talking mirror...oh so much fodder...well cheers then...and happy reading
A/N: Watch for Shrek allusions...hehheh...onions have layers:) Well this has been a blast. A little more Aimee/Charlie in this chapter. Part-tay! I have finally got the entire fic planned out. Okay now here's where you guys come in.
1. Which house should Donovan be in? Slytherin, Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw? the voting begins now.
2. Any ideas on what my sequels title should be, send me a line.
Disclaimer: bladyblahblah...don't own...bladyblahblah...same thing as last chapter...bladyblahblah...
Light
by
mingingbent
There are two kinds of light—
the glow that illuminates,
and the glare that obscures.
– James Thurber
Chapter Thirteen: Lost
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All that is gold does not glitter;
not all those that wander are lost.
- JRR Tolkein
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"Take me for what I am
Who I was meant to be..."
- RENT (the musical)
"We're lost aren't we?" Harry remarked as he stepped over another bramble or bush, he couldn't tell, and tried to see through the mist.
"I do believe your assumption is correct, Mr. Potter." Pierce spoke from some where on his life. He heard Aimee humpf behind him, sported by Charlie.
"I thought you said you knew the way?" Charlie snapped.
"I said I knew how to get there not how to get back. Who'd reckon it turn out like this?" Pierce cleared his throat loudly.
"Well this is just great." Charlie retorted.
That's it, Harry thought, Mistake #44: Breaking into a strange tower surrounded by mist.
"So it's technically not my fault we're lost." Pierce interjected.
"Yes it is! You moron, you said I quote – I know the way!" Charlie's voice took on a heated tone.
"Would you two stop bickering like an old married couple, it's not going to get us anywhere." Aimee spoke.
Harry could hear her heave another breath sharply as it still was very painful for her to move.
"So," Harry said coversationally, "Any guesses on how lost are we?"
"Damn, Merlin's beard." Harry cursed, for the fifth time he had tried to Apparate and had failed. Something about the mist or the last was making it impossible to Apparate – as they all had got the same result – failure .
Harry looked at Aimee who was leaning against a tree wand in hand.
"Hey I thought they took your wand?"
Aimee looked up tiredly, " They did except," she said mad glint in her eye, "this wand is special."
Harry chuckled, he had almost forgotten he was mad at her, "Really?"
"Really, really. I can be a bit forgetfull sometimes and Aiden found this spell for me that ties the wand to the user by blood. So if I leave it or lose it I can Accio it and it will come to me."
"Hmm."
"Yeah, it's a blood spell as I said, maybe I'll teach it to you someday, when your older."
Harry sent her a sideline glance. "When do you suppose they'll be back?"
"Who knows I just hope they haven't managed to strangle each other."
"You are mad at me, aren't you?"
"Erm...yes and no."
"You're mad at me because of Severus aren't you?"
He hated her keen senses.
"Yes." He rounded on her, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It didn't occur to me at first to say – hey Harry I'm a Snape, you know that wizard, the evil git you hate so much, yeah, he's my brother. I do not care to be associated with him. And when I got to know you better it was irrevelent. I am Aimee Carlisle – no additions or subtrations."
"Its just I-" Now anything he said made him feel guilty.
She looked up at him, pain and weariness evident on her face, "Truce."
"Yeah," he said softly, "Truce."
"We think we found a way out." Pierce appeared ferom a shadow in the mist, Charliie came in view right behind him.
"After walking in circles for hours we think we found the exit or a way to. Because this land is magically concealed we have to un-cloak ourselves and climb over that there moutain-hill-thingie..." he continued.
"That's it." Harry asked unbelieving, there had to be more of a catch.
"Yeah, that's it."
"We think."
Charlie leaned down to nudge Aimee who had nodded off, propped against a tree, "Aimee, Aimee."
She mummured non-comitally in her sleep.
Charlie looked up at Pierce and Harry, "We have got to get out of here."
"No shit."
"Oh good you're back!" Bill exclaimed opening the door. "Mum would have had a fit if you hadn't showed soon."
Harry and Pierce motioned him to be quiet as they entered, Charlie followed a sleeping Aimee in his arms.
"She's right next to you right Harry?" Charlie whispered.
"Yeah."
"Okay, then I'll just take her up."
As Charlie carried Aimee up the her room, she slowly came out of her drugged sleep.
"Charlie?" She muttered, and he felt her try to move.
"Yes. It's Charlie."
"Thanks Dragon-Man."
He smiled, "It was my please, Mi-Lady."
"Did you just carry me up all those stairs?" She asked sleepily as he tried to open the door with one hand and his foot.
"Yes," he murmured into her hair, "Now go to sleep."
"As yes sleep...sleep would be nice." She mummbled as she drifted off again.
"Aimee?" Harry voiced as he entered her room, she had just woke up for the first time since they had rescued her.
"Yes." She said, her voice gravelly from disuse.
"I came to apoligise."
She raised herself further up on her pillows, "For what?"
"For getting mad."
A slight smile formed on her face, "It's okay."
"Really?" He looked surprised.
"Really, really. Of course, it's okay. All I ask of you is to take me for who I am. That's all Harry."
For the first time in three days he smiled.
I have gotten tired for asking...
Draco: Thank God!
Harry glares.
Draco: What Potter I am simply remarking that I have a whole, corporal body now. What did you think I was talking about?
Harry: Just review!(cheeky smile, cheekysmile)