The Years of Adventure: Atlantis

Chapter Three – Letters Home - Part II


Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Author's note: Here is the second part of Letters Home (although the title may have given that away), the actual Atlantis part of the story will be coming next, promise. I can't say how soon it will be here but it's being worked on.


By the time Harry got the replies he had been hanging around in Bermuda for a couple of days, he was enjoying the beaches and had even met a few people who had a unique type of magic themselves. When he saw a bright white cockatoo flying to meet him, he couldn't really hold back a grin, as much as he was enjoying his travels and not wanting to return anytime soon, he still missed the people back in England and wanted to know how things were going with them. He also wondered who would write him a reply, would he get a single letter that had been written out in the form of a novel (this would probably be Hermione's work if it was) or a few different letters from the various families, one from the Weasleys, one from the Blacks/Lupins, etc or would he get a collection of personal letters? If it was the latter, who would write? And not matter how hard he tried, and how unlikely it might be, he couldn't stop wondering if Bill would be mentioned or if he would write a letter of his own. Harry wanted to hit himself over the head for continuing to think about Bill, it had been years, literally, since he had had a decent conversation with the man, he couldn't and shouldn't expect anything from him. Even if he had liked Harry all those years ago – which Harry thought highly unlikely – that was all in the past, it would be gone by now. Especially since he left. Harry banged his head against the mast as he waited for Hedwig to approach. When he saw the size of the bundle she was carrying he wanted to blast someone's head off, how dare they attach something that big to Hedwig? And how on Merlin's crazy earth had she managed to get it all the way here without her leg falling off? Those questions were answered when he realised that the letters had been made weightless. Hey, at least she's not going to keel over from exhaustion. He thought as he relieved her of her burden.

Harry read over each letter twice and just stared at the last one, reading it over and over again until he had it memorised. He lingered on certain lines that were written in a way that could imply many different things, it might have been subconscious on Bill's part to say things like "...a certain person with dark hair who can pull off both scruffy and nice..." or "Break some curses for me..." or "You are missed." Especially that last one, "You are missed." He didn't say, 'we miss you' or 'everyone misses you' the way some of the others did but he also didn't say 'I miss you'. Harry nearly pulled his hair out trying to interpret what Bill wrote, or if it even needed interpretation. And the way Bill called the cat Midnight? Was that a reference to his midnight watcher? And the whole Harriet thing? That was above and beyond the call of duty put out by Molly. Was there a reason he had a romantic take on it? Was he just being funny? And that phrase "My nights are lonely knowing you aren't there to see me." That nearly screamed, 'I know it was you watching me!' Or was it just Harry's imagination? And telling him all about his personal signature, not just saying curse breakers had them? Then obviously suggesting a Celtic symbol as well? That must mean something. Or maybe Harry was reading too much into it. He carefully tied all the letters together and slipped them in the bottom drawer of his desk but right before he closed it, Harry grabbed Bill's letter and slid it into the top drawer of his bedside table.

Over the next few days, Harry let Hedwig the cockatoo rest and recuperate from all her flying over the Atlantic and found himself re-reading the letters. However, he didn't touch the one in his nightstand, he didn't need to, he had it memorised. Finally, he decided that they each deserved a reply, especially because he was hoping to find Atlantis...and it would probably be rather difficult for Hedwig to reach him while he was in a sunken city.

Harry spent nearly two hours composing a reply for Bill, and as he watched Hedwig fly off he wanted nothing more than to call her back and change it. He had realised that his reply was way too long and too personal, as he thought about it, it hit him that he had sounded like he was flirting. Shit! Rang through Harry's head. He should have been more careful, he should have watched what he wrote, the problem was that without anyone (including Bill) around to try and hide his feelings from, he had become careless. He dropped his head in his hands and wondered what on earth he had been thinking when he wrote that letter.

A few days later, Hedwig returned to England with a few letters, much to everyone's surprise.

All: Each of these responses can only be read by the addressee, if you want to share whats in your letter go ahead but don't try wheedling information out of others, that's just not nice. Oh yeah, I also charmed them so that if you steal someone else's, you won't be able to read yours anymore. So keep your noses out of other people's business. If I get to where I'm trying to go right now Hedwig won't be able to find me for a while, I'll be a bit out of range. But don't worry, I'll be fine. Thanks for all the news, please continue to be the amazing people you are.


Sirius: I don't know what to say. Thank you. I am honoured to be in your son's life, even in this smallest of ways. Know that I will keep him in my thoughts. Give Christina my best. Please make sure Regulus grows up to be as amazing as the Marauders and me! I left a gift for the next generation of rule-breakers, it's inside the knob on top of the right post of my canopy bed, closest to the wall.

You kick those Aurors' asses, then do it a second time and say it's from me. Please don't kill Tonks, she's needed for a wedding. But tell her to do her worst to those crappy Aurors, we need people to clean up the scum left over from my dear friend Tom. I am missing you too, but I'm glad that people will finally get used to the fact that I won't be there. I enclosed that note you asked me for, five actually, in case someone gets it into their head to destroy one. ~ Harry


To Whom it May Concern,

I, Harry James Potter, do hereby give my official permission for Sirius Orion Black to use my Wisengamot seats and their corresponding votes as he sees fit. This permission will continue until either I claim those same seats or he is no longer able to use them as such. In the event that Sirius is unable to vote them, I officially give my permission for the following people, in the following order to do so; Arthur Septimius Weasley, Molly Lucretia Prewett, Neville Franklin Longbottom, William Arthur Weasley, Ginerva Weasley-Prewett, Xenophilius Lovegood and Luna Lovegood. If every one of the above people somehow manages to find themselves unable to carry on this duty, I would like the record to show that I, Harry James Potter, will liquidate all my assets and withdraw from the Wizarding World. Because if the above happens, something obviously went very wrong and the Wizarding World would no longer be a place I want to be a part of.

Harry James Potter


Remus: Thank you so much for understanding, you really captured my situation, thanks. Congratulations on the soon-to-be wedding. Tell Tonks to have brilliant red hair for either the wedding or the reception...and take pictures then lock them up somewhere Molly can't get her hands on them. I'll come for them sometime. The library sounds amazing, Hermione must be excited. You might say you'd like donations from people's personal collections with the assurance that they won't leave a certain area of the library...secrecy spells maybe? Just an idea. I'll be the first, in the Potter vault I believe there is an extremely large collection of books, as long as you make sure no one with dubious intentions has access to them (I'll leave that to your discretion) and they don't get hurt, damaged or removed from the library you're welcome to them. A restricted section would be a good place to keep them. ~ Harry


Hermione: I know you and Ron will have a long and happy life together. I'm sorry I won't be able to be at your wedding but I'm sure it will be a beautiful and wonderful event. It's too bad that you can't tell me about you job, but I'm sure that you're loving whatever it is that you're doing. If only you could have told me that you were working near the time room, it's too bad that I can't know because if I could I would have suggested a trip to the Potter vault to look in the back right corner where you would have been able to find a platinum hourglass of unknown origins. But because you couldn't tell me I can't pass on that information. I also might have been able to threaten you with bodily harm if you let anyone else touch it, but because I don't know that you're working there I can't tell you, it's really too bad. I'm sorry I can't tell you that the white sand beaches of the Bahamas are amazing! ~ Harry


Ron: Congratulations on your engagement! You and Hermione are perfect and it's too bad I'll miss your wedding, I'm sure it will be amazing. The Cannons tied a game in which they didn't get the snitch? I wouldn't want to be the team playing against you once you get those guys whipped into shape properly. Good job on changing the play diagrams, Oliver's were terrible and he tried to do them 'properly'. For that seeker of yours, I recommend the Featherpoint (it's a Canadian broom), but only if they're built like me, or smaller. ~ Harry


Gred and Forge: Um. I'm not sure what to say except that I'm amazed you figured it out. I'd be interested to know how you found out but that's for another time. Thank you for keeping it to yourself, if you could not try and figure out if your brother returns the sentiment I would be grateful. You will be happy to know that you are correct, part of my departure was running away, a lot of it in fact. The only other person who knows is Sirius and I would prefer you to not talk to him either, you guys might get ideas. Congratulations on the WWW, I can tell the money that wasn't mine was used well. I heard what you did for Remus, thank you. I'm pretty sure it took him all of 30 seconds to figure out that it was me after he looked up 'pay it forward'. Thank you again for your discretion as well as for helping with the Library. Again, that fact that I'm running away from things like Bill, should be enough information for you to know that I really don't want people knowing, least of all him. Also, Ginny told be about her 'workspace', good choice there, your backer and partner officially approves. ~ Harry


Ginny: Your description of the reactions was the best out of everyone's. Don't worry about what to do after you graduate, you have plenty of time. You could even combine them, who says you can't secretly wreak havoc on the world while flying around on a broom? If the twins gave you a workspace you must be good, but don't think you have to help them just because they're family, that won't get you anywhere. People seem to think you have to make a life making or breaking decision as soon as they finish school. Wait until you're sure and you'll have a good life. Interesting about the whole Prewett/Weasley thing, I didn't see that coming, not in a million years. I'm sure you'll be able to do help the world, if you need advice on that sort of thing go to Sirius, he's good at making complicated crap understandable. And adding Thomas to that list...that I have seen coming, but again, no rush on the decisions. You're 17, you have time. ~ Harry


Molly: I'm sorry about making you worry but I didn't want to get bogged down in goodbyes. I am taking good care of myself and not drowning. The Prewett situation is a bit of a surprise, I can honestly say that I didn't see it coming. I'm also sorry that I won't be there for the many weddings, birthdays and possibly births, I will not be coming back for a long time. And that time is measured in years and not months. I hope you understand that this is something I'm doing for me, it's nothing against you. I've heard all about the romantic developments in your immediate and extended family, you know what that means...grandbabies! However, please don't push for them too soon, from what I can tell, you will have your hands full in a couple of years. ~ Harry


Percy: You signed with Percival. Just thought I'd mention it. I'm impressed that you understand all this so well, but you are a smart guy so I should have seen it coming. Good luck with keeping all those different people together, you will need it. I enclosed the permission notes, I really hope you guys knock some sense into the crazy world. I'm glad that you finally found something where your talents can be put to use. If Sirius gives you trouble, I recommend bribery, of the sweets variety. ~ Harry


Charlie: Well, I'm not in those particular tropics but I'm sure I'll make it there eventually. I'm also pretty sure I will be passing through Ecuador eventually so I will look for the Ash Dragons. You and all your colleagues will be interested to know that I can talk to snakes and lizards and a few dragon-ish things (I have no idea if they were actual dragons or just glorified lizards or a bird or what, they were really weird. Talkative, but weird.) Anyway, I'm guessing I will be able to speak with dragons, at least a bit. Everything I've talked to have very different accents but they seem to be mostly due to location. I haven't ever tried to talk with a dragon (that Horntail wasn't exactly looking for conversation) so I don't know, but I will let you know eventually. Tell Maria I'll bring back drawings and detailed descriptions, but a dragon probably won't appreciate being shrunk and stuck in a bag. ~ Harry


Bill: Let your friends know that I did try hang gliding somewhere over the pond, it's like being on a broom only you have a lot less control and it's much slower. Relaxing though. I also tried para gliding, very similar but with a parachute thingy instead of a wing thing. Bungee jumping...not quite brave enough for that yet. Good luck with the cat...they think they rule the world. You can tell your friends that I actually know that song, my favourite line is "I got my swim trunks and my flippie-floppies". Thanks for the suggestion on curse breaking, I might try my hand at it.

You really hurt Harriet's feelings when you didn't finish that, um, whatever it was supposed to be. I think a sponge would help with the drowning heart, I would say use a drying charm but that can't be good for you. You better be careful with those chest pains, could be heart attack. And all those tears? Make sure you're drinking lots of water, don't want to get dehydrated, especially in the desert, could be dangerous. Hmm, suggestion for someone watching you at night, um, a statue? Nah, that would just be creepy, so, no help with the nighttime watching thing. The sentiment was appreciated though, but just to let you know, Harriet is a terrible name. It's only redeeming quality is that it's close to Harry.

I actually noticed a small ward thing just off the island (yes, I'm on an island, white sand beaches and the whole shebang, I won't mention the sun and tropical drinks cause that might make you jelous) and I'm going to take a look at it tomorrow. I thought about what you said about signatures, I hope you don't mind but I think I'm going to steal the Celtic symbol idea (but unless I'm extremely thick, I think you were suggesting it). I've decided on a Celtic tree with a twisted trunk connecting spreading branches and roots. There will be a lightning bolt down the trunk, with a tiny snitch, book, lion, feather and phoenix nestled in the branches and a basilisk, sword, goblet, gold egg, mirror and dementor stuck in the roots. These will be so tiny that you can only see them if a) you know they're there and b) you have a really strong magnifying charm. Thank you magic. Anyway, just thought you'd be interested. I have no idea if I will ever have an opportunity to use it but hey, you never know. ~ Harry

P.S. My other favourite line is "gonna fly this boat to the moon somehow" Anyway, moon or not, my motherf*cking boat is taking me places. Who knows, maybe someday I'll end up somewhere warm and dry. ~ Harry


Everyone else was too busy treasuring their personal notes to notice, but the twins saw that Bill's ears coloured almost imperceptibly, and that his personal message was twice the size of some others. They exchanged a grin, their suspicions were confirmed. But they decided to let time work it's magic.

Bill's breath caught in his throat as he read Harry's reply. Unless he was severely mistaken, Harry was flirting with him. Was that even possible? He looked over it again. Yes, that was definitely flirting. Had Harry caught on? Bill had tried to keep the letter simple, not putting too much about himself in, he used his friends as excuses, hell, half his letter was talking about Muggle activities and a random song about a boat! He had taken a serious risk putting the thing about Harriet in, it was true, his mother wanted them to help bring Harry back but, well, writing a fake love poem probably wasn't what she had in mind. Had Harry figured out that part of that was actually written from his heart? That Bill was actually sad that Harry left, obviously he had greatly exaggerated in an effort to cover it up but...did Harry know? Harry had spent over half his letter breaking apart those ridiculous two and a half pseudo-romantic sentences. Bill took a chance with the looking line, all these years he had hoped that it was Harry watching him and now...maybe it actually was him. Certain sentences ran through Bill's head over and over, "someone watching you at night", "The sentiment was appreciated", "It's only redeeming quality is that it's close to Harry", "I think you were suggesting it", "thought you'd be interested" and the last one, "maybe I'll end up somewhere warm and dry", that just made Bill's heart flip right upside down. It was obvious that Harry was hinting at the fact that he might eventually come to Egypt.

After Bill had read the letter a third time, he looked up and saw everyone else still engrossed in re-reading theirs. It was then that he noticed something that made his heart jump up and choke him as it tried to escape, Bill's letter was at double the length of every other one there, he knew this because his took up two pieces of paper. TWO. Quickly, before anyone noticed that his was longer, which might lead to awkward questions, or conclusions being drawn, he slid the second sheet into his bag, because no one except him could read it, they wouldn't know that his was unfinished. Then it hit him; no one could read his letter. Had Harry done that on purpose? Was there stuff in other people's letters that they wouldn't want shared? Apparently not, because most were currently reading them aloud, the exception was Fred and George, they were just smirking, which was never a good sign. When people started looking his way, obviously inviting him to share his letter, he came to another realisation, the first paragraph was completely innocuous. Was this intentional? Did Harry know that they would be sharing letters? He must have because that first paragraph was stuff everyone could know. Harry had left him a way out, a way to keep his secret, if there was a secret to keep. So, leaving the second half of his paper tucked away in his bag, Bill joined his family in sharing the beginning contents of his letter. And wondering exactly what Harry meant by that letter.

Harry banged his head repetitively on the mast, cursing himself for writing such an obvious letter. Why did he do that? What was he thinking? Damn he had been so STUPID! If Bill didn't like him then Harry had just made a complete ass of himself and if he did, or had, then Harry had just brought his hopes up and knowing Bill and his loyalty to family, Bill would wait for him.

"Arg!" Harry screamed into his pillow later that night, he didn't want Bill to wait for him, he wanted Bill to be happy! Not wait around for the next ten years while Harry tried to move on. He lifted the spell that stopped the inside of the boat from rocking with the waves and let his hammock swing, then he lay there trying to think of a way to fix this. He couldn't just let Bill hold onto something that wasn't there, that was cruel. Finally, Harry realised that he had two options, he could utilize some of the impressive amount of magical energy he had and change the contents of the letter from here, or he could use a lot less energy and send another one. It took him all night but he finally decided on the second option. Now all he had to do was figure out how to phrase it so that if Bill didn't like him then he wouldn't know that Harry liked him, and if he did then he wouldn't, well, have his feelings hurt. Then he came up with the perfect solution; he would write the first bit regularly but would charm the second part only to show up if there was disappointment in the room. He would have to create the charm himself but in Harry's mind, it was worth it. Harry spent the next three days working on the charm and was quite proud of himself when he finished, it was a tricky bit of magic and had to be keyed to the individual (he used the slight magical residue on Bill's original letter). As a last minute thing he added a reply charm, this would only work if Bill tried to write on the letter, which he may or may not. If he did, then it would appear on a paper of Harry's, and they could have a conversation. Harry felt really guilty about this as soon as he put it on because he knew it was really selfish, to want to talk with Bill, and he also knew that it was extremely stupid because he was trying to forget Bill. But, Harry had never been the smartest of people (he reasoned to himself) and he decided that he should be allowed to be selfish every now and then.


Bill woke up the next morning, still at the burrow, and remembered his lovely dreams, they had all featured Harry, on a beach, in nothing but swim trunks and flip flops, drinking a pina colada. When he sat up, he noticed a small piece of paper at the foot of his bed. Frowning, he picked it up and read it.

Bill,

Sorry about the letter, it was a bit much. I really should have finished after the first bit, my pen got away from me. Anyway, I just wanted to say, thanks for the advice, now go out, have fun, and don't worry about me.

Harry

Bill stared at the note, not knowing what to make of it. Had Harry realised that he sounded more than friendly in the letter and was regretting it now? Had he thought that Bill was someone else and just reacted instinctively? A wave of disappointment washed over him, he had been so happy that Harry liked him, so excited. And now Harry was basically telling Bill that Harry had made a mistake. It was an awful feeling, it hurt. But then something happened, more writing appeared, as if the letter knew he wanted an explanation.

Hello again,

If you're reading this now, then it means that you read my letter in the same spirit that it was written in. I'm really sorry for that, like I said before, I got carried away. I said things I should have kept to myself, as I watched Hedwig (as a cockatoo) fly away I realised that it would either be an awkward letter for you because you didn't feel anything or it would be way too appreciated and would get your hopes up. I didn't want to get your hopes up, please don't wait for me, even if you feel the same.

Harry

Bill read the letter and nearly cried, Harry had both returned his feelings but didn't want to do anything about it. Harry was telling him to forget about it, to move on while at the same time telling him he cared for him. Bill started to get angry, he had pined over Harry for all these years and now that he knew he felt the same, there was nothing he could do about it. It made him want to scream. He was so frustrated that he grabbed the nearest quill and started scribbling over the second part of the letter, trying to get rid of it so he could go back to waiting for Harry in peace!

Harry watched his copy of the charmed parchment and he forgot to breath for a moment when the second message was activated. Bill liked him, he was sad and disappointed that Harry was telling him to forget it. Then, to his utmost surprise and severe annoyance, Bill started crossing out his note! Now that was just not nice, and obviously someone needed to calm Bill down before he did something rash, like scream. Harry was pretty sure Bill would still be at the Burrow and him screaming in the middle of the morning would not be the smartest thing to do, the whole questions thing would not be so good. So, Harry did the only thing he could – other than apparating over there and smacking some sense into him (which he could do) – he vanished the note and started writing.

Bill gasped when all the words on the page just vanished, he didn't want the letter gone he just wanted to vent his frustration. Then he nearly fainted, not that he would admit it.


(A/N: bold italics are Harry and regular italics are Bill. Thoughts have been changed to 'thought' for the time being.)

Oi! I spent a lot of time writing that!

'Holy shit!' Bill thought, 'The paper is writing back!' Then he remembered Ginny and the diary and decided it probably wasn't the best idea to write on something that could think for itself, even if it was from Harry.

Oh, right. Ginny and the diary. Well hey, at least you're smart. Anyway, this isn't some haunted magical object that wants to take over your soul, this is a charmed paper (I'm on strike against parchment, it's evil) I made. Genius, right? If you write on it I can write back. Not that I think this is a smart idea, in fact, I can almost hear my conscious telling me this is really stupid. But I figure you need an explanation, especially if you're mean enough to wreak my well-thought out note.

Bill watched as the words appeared on the paper, they were in Harry's writing and being put there only as fast as someone could write. If it really was Harry then he was extremely lucky, especially because he was almost positive that no one else was being given the chance to chat with him, even if it was through a paper. On the other hand, if it wasn't then he could be totally screwed. He decided an identity check was in order, and he could confirm a suspicion at the same time.

Okay, I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt but you have to answer a question only Harry knows the answer to.

Okay.

Half way through the summer before your sixth year, why did you start avoiding the Burrow? And what might the subject of that habit call you?

Harry grinned, that was a good question to ask for security reasons, only the two of them had any idea what it might be and no one could have gotten it out of Bill's head because he didn't actually know the answer.

You're sneaky. Fitting a question within a question, identification and suspicion confirmation. I'll answer the second one first, you would probably have called me something like your 'Midnight Watcher' or possibly 'Night Stalker', I'd prefer to be called the first. As for the reason, one night I got too bold and did something I really shouldn't have done.

Was it really you watching me at night?

Yeah. It kinda became a bit of an addiction, not very healthy.

I can't believe it. All these years I've wondered and hoped but I didn't think I had a snowball's chance in hell of being right.

You knew it was me?

I hoped it was. But I never got to find out, after you touched my face that night, you disappeared.

Oh Merlin, you were awake?

Yeah. I was usually awake.

WHAT?

I could feel your eyes on me, but it was a nice feeling and I knew that whoever it was, they must have had a good reason for doing it at night. I didn't want it to stop, I've never had anyone look at me like that, even though I couldn't see the face I could feel the care, the admiration, and something more that I'd never felt directed at me before.

I still can't believe you were awake.

Sorry?

But you were so peaceful, so carefree, it didn't even occur to me that you might have been awake.

Well, like I said, I didn't want it to stop.

But that night, The Night, if you were awake, why didn't you open your eyes? I was standing right there.

Because I didn't want to be wrong.

Wrong? You mean, you wanted it to be me before the whole thing started?

Um...I've liked you since the World Cup.

WHAT? That long?

I knew it was creepy and not exactly legal, but I had a lot of trouble keeping it in the back of my head.

Fuck. This is not what I wanted to talk about now. I want you to get over me and move on.

But I don't want to.

I don't want you to waste your life waiting for me!

What do you mean, 'waste my life'?

I mean, I'm planning on being gone for years. And when I say that, I mean ten or more! I don't want you waiting around for ten years. I want you to move on. Please, just enjoy life. I'm not saying forget me, just make me a happy memory, that's all, a memory. I want you to live.

Bill nearly cried, the boy who he liked had grown into a man he loved and was now telling him to move on.

Why?

Damn it, Bill, just stop. I left to try and move on myself. Please just do the same.

But–

I'm going now, I'm sorry you ever found out. Goodbye Bill. I lo-


He barely had time to register the fact that "I lo-", even though it had been hastily crossed out, was probably the beginning of three words he wished he could hear Harry say, before the words started fading off the paper, starting at the top and working their way down. Bill panicked, he didn't want this conversation to disappear! So, surprising himself with his quick thinking, he grabbed his old camera and took a picture of the paper. He caught it right as the first half of "You knew it was me?" faded, all that was left was "...it was me?" But Bill didn't care, he had saved it, all he needed to do was develop the picture (in secret) and then he could hold onto it. He had proof, mostly for himself, that his Midnight Watcher was Harry, and that Harry still liked him, possibly more, it the last word and a half were anything to go by. Unfortunately, he also had proof, in Harry's own writing, that he wanted Bill to move on. And as sappy as it sounds, because it was Harry who had asked, no, pleaded, Bill knew that he would do it. Because Harry wanted him to.

Harry stared at where he had almost written the words he had sworn never to say. What was wrong with him? Was there something about writing that made him lose his common sense? He sent a final spell through the paper to erase the conversation, he didn't need Bill holding onto that and using it as an excuse not to move on. It didn't even occur to him that Bill might take a picture of it.

With a sigh, Harry slid his copy of the conversation into the top drawer of his nightstand along with Bill's letter. He knew it was selfish to have destroyed Bill's copy and kept his but he had been selfless for the first 17 years of his life, he needed to make up for lost time somehow. That night, Harry lay in his hammock and tried to sleep but when he couldn't, he moved to the top of the boat and watched the crescent moon shine on the gentle waves, lighting the ocean up like a pathway.

On the other side of the ocean, Bill was having the same difficulty. It was a different time and the moon wasn't in the same spot, but he too was watching it make it's way slowly across the star-lit sky.


Author's note: I hope you liked it! Please review, the next chapter will be better, I just thought it would be nice to wrap up business back in England and put a (tiny) bit of Bill in.