Chapter 1: Meeting Harry Potter.
Sitting in a booth at the end of the crowded bar was a guy, hunched over a laptop. Totally ignoring everyone else, he seemed to be frantically writing something. Dark hair falling across his forehead, blocking his eyes. He had that messy sexy look. The messy hair seemed to grow in all different directions and look bad, but good at the same time. Like he woke up, and swiped his hand over his hair straight out of the shower- no brushing, not caring either way. No specific style, reminiscent of waking up and having "morning bed head" but it seemed to suit him. Dark black shiny hair. This made me instantly curious about him. I had dark brown, curly hair that I had to fight with to keep in my younger years. My mom thinking that girls should have short-curly Shirley Temple type hair. I loved my hair, so seeing a man with longer hair, shiny and beautiful peeked my attention. I decided to go say hello to him.
I took my Diet coke and Jamison and headed that way, mainly because the entire bar was packed and I just wanted to sit down after a long shift at work. "Excuse me, "I said to the man, "Is this seat taken?" I started to sit down when he looked up suddenly and narrowed his eyes at me.
He looked up, startled! I guess I startled him, I mean wow, and he must have been really focused! He had the greenest eyes I had ever seen! They were a starling dark forest green, but they sort of glowed light. So, they weren't really dark. It's hard to describe, like emerald in color and sparkling. Like they emulated power! A fierce, sexual power. I was drawn to him and inadvertently licked my lips and leaned closer-feeling my face flush and desire course through me.
"Hey! "He yelled suddenly, "LOOK!! I just want to have some FUCKING peace and quiet-and sit here and--"
WAIT!! "I cut him off, the illusion of desire blowing up instantly with his yelling, "WHAT is your problem? I just wanted a place to sit down!!
"Sure!! "He said, "Like you don't know me. I'm sorry to be rude-"
I interrupted him, "I don't give TWO SHITS, who you are! I just wanted to sit down AND get off MY FEET for a minute. Out of ALL the guys in here, you looked nice, but I guess not. Who knew!! You are an asshole! Forget it!" I said and started to stand up.
He jumped back, a little startled! His mouth was hanging open as he started at me in shock."You- you don't know me?" he asked- more like sputtered, the words out.
"How the HELL would I know you?" I demanded, gathering my purse in my hands. Picking up my drink, "I ….just MET….you! JEEZE, forget it! "I started to walk away again.
"WAIT!!" HE YELLED! 'WAIT! HOLD ON, WILL YA-I'M SORRY! He shouted.
I turned around and I saw him looking at me beseechingly, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Please" he whispered.
I heaved a sigh and sat down" Ok, but you have to tell me why you thought I knew you. "I said, jokingly.
A look of horror crossed his face I said "I'm kidding, I'm kidding" he smiled, while I waved my hands at him, in a circular motion.
I told him, "I don't care who you are but you ARE buying me another drink, since your little freak out cause me to spill mine". I said boldly.
He smiled "ok, what were you drinking?" he asked.
I smiled sweetly at him, a little shy now but I said "Jamison and Diet Coke" I said ,"Can you make it a double?" I dared, just to annoy him. He just smiled, flagged down the waitress and ordered me the double.
I sat across from him, sipping on the drink and looking at him, through my lashes. Finally, after a few minutes, he closed his laptop and he focused those incredible eyes on me. For a split second, I could imagine those eyes looking up at me from in between my thighs as his mouth moved closer to my core and--"Well," he said, and waved his hand in a circle, beckoning me to talk.
"Well, what" I said, snapping out of my daydream, crashing back to reality there in the bar. I was confused for a second, and looked at him questionably.
"Well, I can tell you are DYING to ask me something. I know you are." He said smiling.
"Nope!" I said, and he burst out laughing.
"What" I said, blushing scarlet red, wanting to look away but FORCING myself to meet his gaze. Taking deep breathes, I made myself hold his
"You REALLY are something else," he said, looking at me approvingly.
"What the fuck does that mean" I whispered, low and angry. DAMN! There was something about this man, which seemed to IGNITE my temper instantly. I am a pretty laid back person but he was so irritating. I kept my mouth SHUT as my brain whirled with all the things I was trying to figure out.
He put his hands up in a mock surrender and said "Nothing bad. I just have NEVER met anyone with that level of self-control. I mean, my sister has self-control UP THE ASS but even she blows her top every now and then"
"Well, you've never met me" I said.
So we start talking, that easy kind of talking that you just falling into- like when you were in Kindergarten and you find a friend on the playground and just start clicking. I learn that he is newly divorced (like me), with 3 kids and that he goes quiet when he's upset. I happen to glance down at my watch, when we've ordered another round, and gasp!
"What" he says, "Is something wrong" he asks, concern evident in his voice.
"Holy Shit! We've been talking for FOUR hours!" I say, surprised.
"Really? Are you sure" he says and checks his watch, "sure enough, four hours? How weird, it just felt like a few minutes! I don't even know your name, my names Harry" he said and puts his hand out for me to shake.
I put mine out as well, "I'm Krissie" I say, when our fingers touch, a little blue colored lightning bolt flashes out from our touching hands.
I jump back! "What the fuck was that! I say, a little out of breath and very confused.
His eyes go even darker green, if that is possible- like filled with a passion to fuck, which surprises me and causes my breathe to hitch.
He is about to say something when, all of a sudden, I have a weird sensation in my head. A sharp stabbing pain behind my right eye and I close my eyes, put my hand up to my face and say, "Augh, that hurts" I whisper. I don't know why but I bear down, like sort of clench by muscles, almost like I am trying to take a shit, which of course I am NOT.
I feel like I have to push out the sensation, so I inadvertently push against the table, my body going rigid as I try and deal with the massive migraine coming on.
"Ouch!! I hear Harry yell, and I look up and he is red faced and holding his head.
"What's wrong, "I say and without a second thought I reach out to him. When I touch him, he immediately calms down and a feeling of warm wind washes over both of us. Surprisingly, he looks up at me, almost in wonderment. "Are you doing that?" he asks.
"Am I doing WHAT?" I say, confused but still holding onto his forearm, which is taunt with muscles and a gorgeous olive cream color, like he has an amazing tan under those clothes.
He stares at me with wide eyes and stands up suddenly. "Come with me" he says quickly.
"What?!,"I say, confused.
" WHY?" I ask, really confused now- my migraine is completely gone and I am light headed.
"Your head hurt, right?" He says, "A pain right behind your eye?" he whispers.
"Yeah, but—" I whisper to him, unsure of how he knew this.
"Look- I can explain this but not here. Come with me" he says again, and whips out some sort of badge, I reach for it so I can inspect this. "I am a specialized police officer, so you are safe but we need to leave this place, NOW" he says.
"Where are we going" I ask, a little scared now at how strange he is acting and worried that he is a fake cop trying to entice me into leaving with him so he can hurt me or something.
"To see my sister, her names Hermionie" he says, "she understands strange things like this"
"Things like what, "I ask.
He grabs me and holds me close, leans in and says "Take a Deep Breathe and CLOSE your eyes, this is going to be very, very STRANGE. I promise you are safe. Its going to be ok" he whipsers, and I comply. All fibers of my being telling me that I am safe, not telling me to run away in fear
"DO IT! We have to leave NOW!" he yells.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes and then……….DARKNESS.
(There is a stillness in the air, like I'm in a blank space- total and utter darkness. I can still feel Harry and I am still holding my breathe. My arms are around his strong body, which feel pretty damn good under my hands but I am very scared and confused.)
BAM!! We slam into the ground and I am still holding onto Harry for dear life. He is holding me against his strong, broad chest and he is slowly rubbing circles up and down my back, whispering "you're ok…I am here, you're ok." Saying this over and over into my ear, sending shivers down my spine with his breathy sexy voice.
I am gasping for air, feeling like I can't breathe, and I am grasping at my throat. I look up at Harry pleading for help with my eyes.
"HERMIONIE!!" He screams, looking down at me- alarmed.
"KRISSIE!! What is wrong" he sets me down on the couch that somehow was nearby. He is looking at me intently. All of a sudden, he starts running his hands all over by body, moving them up and down and in circles, as if he is looking for something. I am not sure what he is looking for but I know I am more afraid than I have ever been in my life.
I am still gasping for air, tears are running down my face and I am starting to panic.
"I-- can't--breathe--" I whisper. Panic flooding my body, causing my heart to beat fast and faster.
Looking up, I see a small woman with big-bushy curly hair come running into the room and I hear, "Harry! What is going on? Who's this? Why is she here? What-" she is still talking when Harry shouts
"HELP HER DAMMIT!! Stop with the questions!!" He screams.
She pulls out a stick and waves it all around and says, "She's in a lot of pain but I don't know where its coming from" her stick is still waving all around and she's saying things I don't understand, the pain lessens.
DIXIE!! Harry yells, and I see a small creatues with big eyes and pointy ears.
"Master Harry has called Dixie" she says, completely ignoring me.
"Get Mistress Mionie some pain relief potions, a Calming Draught and bring some Tea"he says, "Hermione" anything else?" He says.
"Dixie, bring me my medical pouch please" and the little creature is gone with a pop. Right after, not even three seconds go by and she's back with several little tubes in her hands and an ugly looking maroon bag.
"Take these Krissie, they are medicine" he says. He pops the lid off of them and forces the blue liquid down my throat.
"BLAH!" I whisper, "it tastes like feet!" I say but swallow it immediately. Right away, the pain is gone and I feel great. He puts another one in my mouth, this one is clear but tastes like flowers, "That is still nasty,"I say and swallow that one too. My mind is clearing up and I am not so upset. "wow!" I say, "I can breathe Harry, thank you." I fall against his chest, finally able to catch my breathe and look over at the girl, Hermionie I think her name was.
"Thank you Hermionie, for helping" I say.
She smiles at me and looks at Harry, "What the hell happened" she says.
Harry smiles and is still rubbing my back and says "She just saved my life, Sis. A couple death eaters were trying to imperio me I think, they also tried to use her but she said she had something called a Migraine, when she touched me, it felt like a warm breeze but the pain went away and then she collapsed. I think she took my curse onto herself." He said, "I brought here here so you could help me figure out what is going on".