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-Maybe this world is another planet's hell.- Aldous Huxley

Chapter 11: I Guess We're Us

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley all spit out their orange juice that morning, at the exact same time (granted, in separate countries) whilst reading the 'Breaking News' in the day's Daily Prophet.

Harry Potter's Mystery Girl:

Written by Special Correspondent Rita Skeeter

Hot off the presses Witches and Wizards of London, Harry Potter may have found himself a new girl to fancy. (Potter, age 17, is thought to many in our world as the great Saviour from He-who-must-not-be-named) This reporter finds herself walking down a dark alley, as Mr. Potter saunters with our Mystery Girl, who appears to be limping in pain, this reporter wonders,is this an injury acquired in battle perhaps? As seen in the detailed photo below, we see Mr. Potter and the attractive young woman (who in this reporters opinion, is a bit of a tease,) show a public display of affection in the form of a romantic hug before apparating away. But before they left, Special Correspondent Rita Skeeter was able to pick delicate pieces of their conversation, which can be found on pg. 6

So who is the girl who has stolen everyone's favorite boy's heart? After much digging, this reporter was able to uncover many pieces to the mysterious girl's past! With much persuasion from St. Mungo's staff, who originally would not release any information on said girl who was classified as a somewhat top seceret patient, I was able to unwravel the lovebird's condition and hidden name. Miss Anne Elyse Black, age 16, birthdate January 23, 1981, was submitted to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries during the early hours of November 15th, suffering from a stab wound to the upper abdomen. A normally fatal injury, proved not on the girl, who according to her Healer, "Left the hospital the next day with slight discomfort. What's is highly unusual is the amount of healing time the young miss appeared to need, a day is hardly enough to heal such a fatal wound." When asked if Potter was among her visitors in her bedridden state, The Healer responded with, "Mr. Potter seemed quite shaken when the young lady was admitted, and did not stop pacing and acting irrationally until said girl was pronounced safe and sound."

Known as a bit of a ladies man within the walls of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry, our young giggilo in the making has often used his fame of conquering He-who-must-not-be-named to score with young witches. I went into the hallow halls of said school and found some interesting details. Parvati Patil accounts that, "No one knew the two were a couple until they had a blow out fight in the Gryffindor Common Room about Harry finding Annie kissing Dean Thomas. It got quite violent when she levitated him to the ceiling wandless. Quite scary actually." Mr. Thomas was unavailible for comment at the time. So with Mr. Potter being the jealous man-whore (linked to several other Gryffindor ladies, Pansy Parkinson tells) and the mysterious and "scary" Miss Black being a bit of a floozy hussy, will this realtionship last or end in another heartbreak for our young but troubled Boy-Who-Lived?

So this reporter finds herself asking, what is Mr. Potter's newest love interest hiding? Is she connected to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, and if so why has she been kept a secret for so long. Who is her father? The late Regulus Black, or the Notorious Mass Murderer, Escaped Convict, and Deceased Sirius Black? What happened to Hermione Jean Granger (age 17) and Ginevra Weasley (age 16), Harry Potter's other reported starcrossed lovers? This Reporter thinks only time will tell.

Annie walked into the kitchen, this was going to be an awkward morning, Harry thought to himself. She was wearing dark blue jeans and a vneck sweater with her curly hair tied half up.

She looked at Harry, then at her shoes, then at Harry again... "Morning," she spoke sheepishly. She really didn't know how to react to what had happened last night. It was a great, no not great, amazing kiss; and she liked Harry alot, there was just so much water under the bridge.

"Uh...you haven't you know seen the paper this morning yet have you?" Harry slid the paper behind his back.

"No, why?" She made a plate of eggs and bacon for herself and sat across from Harry at the old oak table.

"No reason," Harry said and he went back to eating his eggs.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"What are you hiding?" Annie peered around him, trying to see why he had one arm behind his back.

"Nothing, honest."

"Has anyone ever told you, you're a terrible liar?"

"Yes, something about being too pure of heart." He smiled cheekily, giving Annie ample time to get the newspaper he was clinging to. "Hey give it back! Trust me you do not want to..." But it was already too late. The smile slowly but surely left her face. Her eyebrows lifted and her shockingly cerulean eyes widened.

"I'm guessing you just read the floozy part..." Harry waited anxiously for her to finish, preparing himself for some cursing, some yelling, or some hexes, or all three. But was surprised (the biggest understatement of the year, more like terrified) at a reaction he definitely was not expecting.

She started, laughing, lauging hysterically. Kind of scary actually.

"Annie...? Are you, um.. handling this...?"

"Ha-sorry-ha-I'm just imagining," There was a long laughing interlude, "Moony's face...-ha-when-he-ha-reads-this!" At this point, Harry just followed suit and also started uncontrollably laughing to the point where they were both on the floor. At the exact moment they looked into eachother's eyes, for what could've been eternity.

"Right, uh cleaning, I have to um clean, because cleaning is...well cleaning." Annie stood up and left to tackle the Black Family Library.

"Right."

They spent the rest of their very long day cleaning and avoiding eachother.

Later that night at about 11:59:

Annie sighed and rolled onto her back, she had been lying in bed for over an hour and had the unnerving feeling that she was being watched. Then she heard a noise that confirmed her fears, someone was sniggering.

She carefully got up, not making a sound and went to turn the oil lamp on and saw no one in her room. She slowly moved into the hall, hearing a "creeeeeek..." beneath her feet, damn that lose floorboard. She still couldn't see anyone but wasn't stupid enough to go face whatever it was by herself. So what's a girl to do?

"Harry...Harry...Harry!" She shook him and shook him but no answer, "Potter!"

"What, what!?" Harry leant over to his bedside table and turned on his oil lamp. "Sorry, hey what's wrong."

"There's something... in my room."

"Blue, that's ridiculous there's nothing in your room..." Harry said calmly and sat up in his bed, and Annie couldn't help but notice he was shirtless again. 'Oh so he's back to calling me blue again is he?' she thought to herself but couldn't get too mad due to the fact she was distracted by the six pack in front of her.

"I heard... something chuckling..." Annie looked a little ashamed at her lack of explanation.

"It's probably just the house creaking or a ghoul or something, just don't think about it and you'll be able to sleep."

"Fine," Annie muttered under her breath and marched back to her room. She got down inbetween her sheets again, her nice cold sheets. Man this house is cold, she thought to herself. She closed her eyes, hey this wasn't so hard, she was already starting to get sleepy. Her eyes burst open, she heard it again. That sinister, creepy sound, and jumped out of bed.

Next thing Harry knew, he felt two small warm hands take a hold of his and literally pull him out of bed. When he opened his eyes he was already halfway through the hall, "So you say you heard chuckling?" He put on an analitical tone as she dragged him to her room. "Hey I'm coming, you don't have to pull so hard." She turned on the lights with a flick of her hand,

"You really need to teach me how to do that," Harry said to Annie as she just shook her head.

"Just help me find creepy sniggering thing please?" And then it clicked with Harry, Annie was using the same room Ron and him had used two summer's ago.

"Phineaus!!!" Harry rushed over to the portrait and started poking it, 'How do you actually summon a portrait?' he thought wracking his brain for an answer.

"What are you doing?" Annie walked over to Harry who was banging on a plan wall covering.

"Summoning the stupid portrait... PHINEAUS!"

"Sure summoned something, ow headache."

"You bellowed Mr. Potter,"

"Ah! Oh hello," Annie waved at the portrait while Harry looked at it with distaste.

"Phineaus, did you try to scare Annie?"

"Well..."

"Phineaus!"

"Well yes, it gets quite boring and such as a portrait boy.You should really consider lowering your tone."

"Do it again and..." He eyed Annie, "Do it again and? How do I threaten a portrait?" Harry whispered to her.

"Do it again and we'll get Dumbledore's portrait to go to the ghetto on your painted ass!" She folded her arms in content, and Harry followed suit. With a withering stare from Harry and Annie starting to poke the painting, Phineaus left in a huff.

"Nice look," Annie spoke referring to his 'withering stare'

"Oh I can wither with the best of them," She laughed, making her nose crinkle and those perfect eyes, the eyes he got lost in, like little oceans. And in that moment, he realized, she was perfect. No she wasn't a six foot tall supermodel, (but then again neither was he), she was stubborn, she was difficult, she talked in circles that he'd bet she couldn't even understand, but she was sweet, and she was kind; to him, she was perfect.

"Well thanks, you know for the thing, with the thing, and the stare. You know I'm rambling again aren't I, I mean really I wish someone would just tell me to shut up!"

"Annie," He smiled to himself

"Yes?"

"Shutup..."

"Thank you, well it's late, and we have to well, I don't know what we're actually supposed to do while we're here," Annie started to talk in those circles again, 'Well I could think of something we could do,' Harry thought to himself only to be interuppted by more rambles, "Thank you again for saving me from another one of my painted relatives...You're not leaving..." she paused, "You're not leaving?..." She paused again and it hit her..."Oh, you're not leaving..." Each time she said with a different infliction in her voice.

"No, I'm not leaving."

She gazed into those emerald eyes, the ones that made her weak in the knees with just a glance... and then she knew. He was perfect, he was her knight in shining armor, who she ran to when she was afraid, her Mcsomething, the one who held her hand without being asked. He was perfect.

"Annie, I want to kiss you... and then I want to ask you something."

"Okay." She said unsure. This wasn't just a kiss though. It was something so much more. She could feel it down in her toes.

"Now for that question..." Annie slowly broke away from the kiss.

"When I look at you, I still get nervous. When you start talking my palms sweat, when we lock eyes I feel like I'm floating in this undescribable state. When you kiss me, my heart stops beating. And when you yell at me, I can't help but smile..."

"Potter, hate to break it to you, but none of those are questions..." She said in an innocent voice.

"What I want to know, what I'd like to know... is do you feel the same?" In her mind she could only answer that one way. She kissed him, it was simple, it was sweet. But soon, simple and sweet made it's way to a bed. And soon clothes were strewn on the floor, and crys of ecstasy rang through the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black.All that tension they had had for months just wilted away, as they finally expressed, that they really loved eachother.

Annie and Harry lie awake in bed, holding each other as close as they could, never to lose one another again.

"So I guess we're us again?"Annie asked while stroking part of Harry's chest

"I guess we're us."

"That still doesn't make me like you."

"Oh on the contrary, that makes me like you alot more." And with that, they went to sleep.

Maybe Rita was right, she was a floozy and he was a man-, but they were okay with that.

Author's Note: Finally! Finally! Finally! Whhhoooo! Sorry I've been waiting for this for a while. I'm so excited, yes ladies and gentleman, Harry and Annie are officially back together. yea! Not my favorite chapter, but it'll do. I hope you enjoyed, don't forget to hit that tiny button and tell me what you think. Sorry for the lack of 'dirty details' but I'm trying to keep my fic rating low.

Next Chapter Plot Preview: Annie and Harry get a midnight visit from Hermione and Ron

Horcrux Plans are finally made

And a leader is chosen

Dialogue Preview: "So I guess now's not the time for a rousing chorus of "I told you so I told you so," Annie spoke quietly as Harry hurried out of bed to face the noise downstairs. "Right, not a good time for sarcasm, got it." They both grabbed their wands and left the room.

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