I cannot tell you how nice it is to have a computer again! I've had to get it fixed three times then I had to get a new one :blows bangs aggregately thinking of the hell that was the past month or so: also I'm official thirteen!! Woo-hoo!!! And SATs are over and I joined pep band for my high school! AND I finally have the Withen Temptation CD I wanted (they aren't on iTunes)!!!! Now that I've told you about my delightful giddiness, it is time to get to the story…

Harry woke up at six in the morning… it was most likely a habit from the last seven years at the Dursley's, he was used to his Aunt Petunia rapping the cupboard door or the door to the spare bedroom. The morning was cold, gloomy, and misty. It was a perfect match of weather for the houses occupants.

He sat up on the couch and rubbed his face to wake himself up. Only then did the fact occur to him… what in the bloody gory hell was he to do now? Should he wake everyone else up and be rude? Should he go back to sleep and appear to be a slob?

His dilemma was solved when a man who looked to be in his mid-hundreds came down the stairs. He was wearing a long orderly black robe with a white collar and a cast on his left leg; it was impossible to tell how long the cast was as it disappeared up into the log robe. Though judging by the limp it was most likely his whole leg. He was followed by an extremely pale girl in the middle of a sentence. He knew that he should not intervene in the natural order of Suze's life. However his ears strained to listen without his permission and caught the sentence.

"-really don't have to do this every day." The girl was now down the steps. Although she was not the one injured she was slower than the old man. "You need rest, not exercise no matter HOW many times you say otherwise."

"I have to check up on things, Ms. Webb." The old man hobbled on the crutches over to the couch and, ignoring Harry or to engrossed in the conversation to notice, sat down right beside him. Leaning the crutched on the table next to the piece of furniture, he looked at the girl with baby blue eyes and said softly, "I need to check up on her."

"That's what I'M here for Father Dom." The girl nodded once at Harry in greeting. Harry gave the nod back. He wasn't aware that anyone else lived here except for Suze and the little boy, David. "Why do you think I moved in?"

"Well, naturally I assumed it was to develop you amazing gift, Cecelia."

"CeeCee, please; and what gift? Are you referring to the curse my aunt put on me?" Her eyebrows were raised in a WARNING: CRANKY way.

Father Dom sighed and shook his head, "There is just no point in reasoning with teenagers is there?" He looked at the girl in true concern. "How is she?"

"Recovering… slowly but she's getting there. She took a major blow, but knowing Suze she should be okay within couple of weeks." CeeCee's arms wrapped around her in a act of sadness. She felt tears in her eyes and shoved them away.

"Then I'll leave you to business." The man got up. "Expect me to drop by without prior notice again."

"I wish you wouldn't." CeeCee helped the man out of the door, "She feels guilty about your injury. She feels like she caused it."

"She should know better than that." Said Father Dominic, "I have been hurt like this before exactly like this, I hadn't forgotten how to use the crutches even." Father Dominic took one last long look up stairs.

"She's sleeping. She doesn't sleep often you so I decided to let her have some rest." CeeCee smiled sadly.

A loud crashing noise erupted from upstairs and CeeCee glance upward anxiously. "Well I'm sure that she's well rested now." sarcasm finding a way to ooze on every word.

"Well, I assume I'll see you on Monday at the mission?"

"Sure will!"

The door closed with a soft noise and CeeCee looked at Harry with violet eyes that had the trace of ice blue in them they were both cold and warm, neutral. "You wanna tell me what's going on?"

Harry looked up at her. "If you tell me the same." He said.

I'm sorry to stop there. And I cannot tell you how much I am sorry for how lifeless this text on your screen. I tried to make it feel a little dry for the atmosphere and obviously it back fired on me. It's going to take me awhile to get back in the swing of things… but hopefully I'll be ab le to write ALOT better, I'm just a little rusty...Hmmm?

Well I just came home from pep-band and it's around 10:00 that might not be late for you but for someone you has to get up at 6:00 in the morning everyday it is. We lost again too. :( We did a good game though…