29/03/2010 05:06:00
The world as Harry Potter knew it, ended the moment he open his bedroom door that Thursday afternoon.
He was not supposed to be home, really. He was supposed to be in Foula, Scotland, dealing with a sudden appearance of thousands of Qurais, a kind of rat-like creature, which creates small illusions to lore children into its nest, where the children would be raced as the creature's infants. These Qurais could only survive in warm temperature; how they ended up in North Scotland was a true wonder.
Harry's team, recognized how tire he must had been after their incident with the dark magic art crafts markets three days ago, they asked him to go home and hopefully get some rest. By that time Harry had been investigating and following the black market for a little over nine months; it was satisfying to finally catch the many auspices and some supply lines of the event. Harry really appreciated his team for their generosity; he was proud of his M.L.E.A 4 team, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Auror Division 4, in its ability to handle tasks being giving to them as well as the observant nature of its members.
He heard movements before he pushed open the white wooden door of his bedroom.
And he froze.
There were two people in the middle of his bedroom, tangled together.
Ginny, his wife, and Fontis, one of his MLEA team members, were kissing.
In his bedroom.
Harry couldn't move.
It was not because his wife was cheating on him with one of his best friends. He had saved the man's life more than once, and so was the other way around. Their relationship developed through many near death experiences, and became more. Just three days ago, before they went for the surprise attack, in the dark alley beside the shabby motel where the market was being held, Harry and Fontis kissed, passionately. Harry could felt the other man' s body react to his touch, and oh, the sweetness of his skin! The lust and anxiety in Fontis' eyes aroused Harry more than anything.
No, what pinned Harry in his position was the fact that two sets of lips, which he had both kissed with same amount of determination, with same amount of caring, were meeting each other with the same intensity as they met his.
Harry couldn't move. He just couldn't.
After what seemed to be forever, Ginny's eyes met Harry's, and he could see the terrible sense to realization in hers. Fontis turned slowly as Ginny drew in a quick breath, and looked at Harry with so much sorrow in his amazing eyes.
He still loved Harry, Harry could tell that in one glance. So did Ginny. She loved him utterly, but she loved them both. And that apply to all three of them.
"Harry…", Fontis took a step toward him, his lips still swollen from the kiss, his voice husky. Harry silenced him with his left had. Without any words or eye contacts, Harry turned away from both Fontis and Ginny, and stepped outside what had been his home for thirteen years.
On a certain Thursday afternoon, the Harry Potter as the magic world knew died.