Let's fly high in to the night sky,
Let's touch the bright stars,
Let us dance among them,
Like grate men attending a ball,
Let's not worry ourselves,
By tomorrow's unseen events,
Let's live for the moment,
For it's what all that matters now.
Hadrian James Potter lay on his bed waiting quietly for the house to settle down. He could hear the television still going downstairs. Notifying him that at least either Uncle Vernon was still up, or aunt Petunia. He really wished that whomever it was that they would go to bed already. He had no intention of staying in bed while the night called to him. He wondered if his beloved cousin was feeling the same as he. He took a look out the window and saw the moon all round and yellow. The sight of it both excited him, and made him anxious to go out and dance with joy. He felt as if he were going to burst with excitement. He could hear the wind rustling the leaves of the tree that grew next to his window. Making it seem as if it was whispering secrets that were only told at night by the moonlight. Night to him was a truly beautiful time. It almost seemed other worldly, magical even.
Magic, the thought of the word sent shivers of excitement throughout his whole body. He believed in it, no matter how much his uncle, and aunt insisted that there was no such thing. There insistence upon it not being real, just made him believe in it more, and made him wonder if they were afraid of it being so. There was just something about there reactions to the word magic itself. His Aunt Petunia would grow still, and her face would turn an unhealthy shade of white. Whether it was from fright or pure rage he couldn't really tell. His uncle on the other hand, he could tell was enraged more than frightened. His face would grow purple with anger and he would yell, "there is no such thing as magic boy! I want have you or Dudley spreading such nonsense around the neighborhood. It's bad enough that you have him believing in that nonsense." Then he would reach for his arm to pull him close in range so he could be able to hit him.
Andrius of course would distract him by doing something, like grabbing one of aunt Petunia's antique china cups and dropping it on the floor. Then he would scream, "my name is Andrius, not that disgusting name Dudley! Honestly I don't know what you were thinking about when you decided that I was going to be called that. I'd be ashamed of even thinking of even calling my son that." He would then give Aunt Petunia a disgusted look. Which would make her cry brokenheartedly. Uncle Vernon at that point would just be so disgusted with them both that he would just scream, "go to your rooms now. I don't want to hear or see you two until dinner time!"
They would do as he instructed and go to either Andrius's room, or his, but they were never separated from each other. It just wasn't done. If they were separated even at all, it wasn't for long. Either one of them would pitch such a tantrum that the grownups would find it easier if they were just kept together. It had been like that ever since he could remember. He once overheard his Aunt Marge ask uncle Vernon why they were so close to each other. His uncle replied with disgust, "Since that freak came to us when he was one; Dudley just wanted to be around him. I think he thought it cool that they both had a mark on there cheeks."
Uncle Vernon was right in that assumption; they did think there marks were cool. It was like a symbol to there brotherhood. A mark of recognition letting them know that they were brothers to the end. Aunt Petunia was always complaining that it looked more like a tatoo more than a birth mark. He supposed that it did sort of look like one. It was a strange mark. It was a crecent moon with stars surrounding it. He had it on his right cheek; while Andy had it on his left. They would sometimes imagine that they got it from a fairy queen; thanking them for saving her from an evil warlock.
They of course no longer played those silly games. They felt that they were to old now. Seeing as Andy was already eleven, and he would be eleven in just two months from now. They were more into sneaking out, and gazing at the moon. Wondering if there was a more interesting world out there. A world that would accept them for who they truly were. It was tiring trying to fit into there neighbor's and family's expectations. They were outcasts for simpley believing in magic.
He of course had it a bit worse than Andy did. Where his parents loved him, but wished he would stop believing in such nonsense. He had no parents to give him fond exasperated looks. His Aunt, and Uncle despised him. They only put up with him because of Andrius. He was lucky he supposed. Because if it weren't for Andy, he had no doubt that his Aunt and Uncle would abuse him.
He was brought out of his reveries by a creeking sound near his door. He listened a bit to see if he could hear it again. He waited a long moment, but didn't hear anything for a long while. He was just about to give up, when he heard the door slowly open. He lay still just incase it was his Aunt, or Uncle checking to see if he was asleep.
"psst, are you awake Harry," came his beloved cousins voice. He let out a long breath of relief. "Yeh I'm awake Andy," he answered back in a low whisper. "Hurry up, and get out of bed. We must be very quiet, and make sure we don't make any unnecessary noise," came the frantic sound of his cousin's voice. He began to feel alarmed at the sound of it. "What's wrong; why must I hurry," He asked in a low whisper. "There isn't any time for me to explain now. Please just pack as many clothes as you can in a bag. We must hurry," he answered back.
He scrambled out of bed as quickly, and as quietly as he could. He went to his small little closet and pulled out a suitcase. He began to pack quietly, and quickly. He knew when his cousin sounded like that, it was an urgent matter. He was soon done with his packing, all he needed to get were his toiletries. He headed towards his door and nearly collided with his cousin. A quick, "Watch out, I'm here," from his cousin avoided that collision though.
"What do you need," his cousin asked. "I need my toiletries of course," he answered a bit sharply. He felt unsettled, and a little scared. His cousin asking him that question was unnecessary he felt, but he regreted saying it the next moment. His cousin was only trying to help him. "I'm sorry brother, I didn't mean to snap at you," he whispered. "It's alright brother; I know I have unsettled you," his cousin answered. He sighed with relief. His cousin did not blame him for getting snappy. He understood the situation right. "I have your stuff here. I brought them with me, so you wouldn't have to make the trip," he said. Harry felt touched that his cousin thought enough of him to save him a trip. "Thanks brother," he replied gratefully. He held out his hand for his stuff. His cousin handed him his hair shampoo and conditioner first so he wouldn't accidently drop anything. He proceeded to put them in his case hurredly. After he was done putting them away he held out his hand for his tooth paste and tooth brush. His cousin promptly handed them to him, and waited while he packed them away.
"Are you done packing," asked his cousin. "Yes, I'm done," he answered. "Are you dressed, or do you need to get dressed." Came another whispered question. "I'm dressed; I figured we were going out. I didn't see the need to get undressed. All I need to do is put on my shoes," he replied. "Ok, well hurry up and put them on. We're running out of precious time," his cousin answered. He did as he was told. Hurriedly looking for his shoes. He finally found them at the foot of his bed. He put them on quickly and said, "ok I'm ready to go." He heard a sigh of relief come from his cousin. It made his skin prickle from anticipation of what his cousin had to say.
He grabbed his suitcase and quietly followed his cousin out the room. Dragging his suitcase behind him, he hoped that the slight rasp of the wheels on the carpet wasn't to loud. The house was extremely quiet. He felt that any small noise could disrupt the pressing quiet that hung over the place.
They walked slowly and tried to avoid every squeaky floor board that was upstairs. They soon reached the stairwell, and began to have a whispered conversation as to how they were going to get down them with two heavy suitcases. They finally came to the conclusion that they would have to help each other get them downstairs. Harry slowly and quietly put hisbag against the wall, and grabbed Andy's bag so they could begin the journey of going down the stairs.
It was a slow journey, and rather nerve racking. It was soon done, and they had to go back up and get his suitcase. He was looking forward to getting that trip done. They brought his down with no problems. Both of them gave a sigh of relief when both there suitcases were downstairs. The hardest part was at an end.
They continued there trip to the front door. He hoped that they weren't making to much noise. He'd hate to be caught by his Aunt, and uncle just as freedom was only a few steps away. "Wait here for a moment," said his cousin. He didn't bother with asking what for. He just nodded as his cousin went to the right of him, and onwards towards the living room. As soon as he was alone he could feel the overwhelming silence pressing down on him. He took in a deep breath so as not to panick. He silently pleaded for his cousin to hurry up with what he was doing. So they could carry on with there running away. He wasn't stupid; he knew what was happening. He didn't know why they were running away, but he figured that it was bad enough for his cousin to get to this point.
Andy soon came back; putting his restless thoughts to ease. Though he did see that he wasn't empty handed. "What do you have," he asked softly. His cousin answered just as quietly, "Food and money." His only answer to that was a quiet oh. Andrius walked to the door and began quietly unlocking it. When that chore was done, He opened it and pulled his case out the door. After He was out, Harry pulled his over the threshold and walked out as well. He gently closed it, and Andy held out the key that was under the door mat so he could lock it back. They both breathed in the fresh air. Slowly letting it out, and letting all the ttention from there sneaking out. "Come, and let us walk to the park. It's not safe to talk here," Andy said. He nodded, and they began walking towards there destination.
An Hi guys, I hope you like my second instalment of Eternal Princes. Updates will be a little slow, because I'm my own beater reader, and I just can't put something out there that is riddled with mistakes. I guess you could say I am bit of a perfectionist. Please review, and tell me when I make a mistake. So that I may fix it. I also like to thank those who have favorited my story. It's grately appreciated. I hope it's a good read. Bye for now. xxx