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Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love. -Prof Dumbledore, HP&TDHimg src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v94/Athenatecho/Harry %20potter%20stuff/hot.gif
I write Harry Potter Fan Fiction. Wanna see more? Look under Heroes. James And Lily ChatPlayPrivate IM.Prongsabulous: Why can't you be happy with anything I do, Lily? Prongsabulous: I can be anything you want me to be Evans. Stupid, smart, immature. Prongsabulous: You want my babies. I know you do. My gorgeousness is irresistable. Prongsabulous: I can be immature. Private im to Prongsabulous.EvansAlmighty: Because now your making me fall in love with you. Prongsabulous: Evans, I have to see you. Right now.Prongsabulous is away.James stood up quickly, he desperately needed to see Lily. As in, right now. RIGHT NOW. He glanced in the mirror in the Head Boy's room and ran his fingers through his raven-black hair anxiously, making it messier. He had walked across the Heads' common room to the Head Girl's bedroom and knocked the door. (c) James seemed restless. He kept moving. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and tapped his foot.Did she love him? Was this some sort of a joke? James' mind was spinning right now. (f) "James. James I ...." She said whilst pressing her hand to her chest and breathing irregularly. "I...don't know what to do."EvansAlmighty has gone away. James jumped up when Lily opened the door. He wasn't himself. He entered the Head Girl's bedroom in a nervous stride, a walk so different from his usual arrogant swagger. His heart was jumping into his chest and diving into his stomach at the same time."Lily, I have something to say to you, and it has to be said in person," he told her, attempting to quiet her. He took her hand in his (cand pressed her palm to the left side of his chest so that she could feel his racing heart. "For six years, this happens whenever I see you. I get so weird inside and I just can't think when I'm around you."James bit his lip, a light glinting off the lenses of his glasses. "You've bewitched me body and soul, Lily. For the last six years I've been in love with you and for the (c)last six years I've been beating myself up about how you can't stand me. I hated how the only way I could talk to you is if you were yelling at me. But I did it. If it got you to notice me, I'd do anything."James looked down at his feet, and then glanced back at Lily. He stepped closer to her, they were now just centimeters apart."For the last six years, I've wanted to do this." (c) And with that, James leaned forward, gazing passionately into Lily's green eyes before he closed his and pressed his lips to hers.He pulled away quickly, almost on reflex. She was going to yell at him, she was going to slap him. James knew one thing about Lily Evans. And that was that Lily Evans /hated/ James Potter."For the last six years, I've always wanted to ask you, sincerely, (c)if you wanted to be my girlfriend."Please, please, please, Merlin. Let Lily be serious. Let this not be some sort of cruel joke. (f)Lily's heart raced just as his did, she thought whilst pressing her hand to his chest. Her bottom lip was almost non existant due to the fact that she couldn't help but bite it anxiously. There was no way she could fit what she had to say inbetween his impassioned words. the rain outside pattered loudly on the windows. (c) This was exactly how she had imagined it as a little girl with her two dolls and the bright pink dollhouse. tugging down the side of her shirt which felt all of a sudden too short, Miss. Evans closed her eyes as he kissed her. It was too short. A tear creeped from the corner of her left eye. Wiping it away, Lily shook her head in disbelief. (C) Rubbing her sides softly, Lily whipped her hair back, which was in a very high ponytail, stood up on her very tip toes, reached her arms around his neck and swayed lightly before pulling him into a kiss worthy of being in a movie.... (D) James noticed the puffiness in Lily's eyes and his own eyes widened. Did he say something wrong? Oh, Merlin, maybe this was just some sort of sick joke! James' reputation, it would be ruined. He would never hear the last of this from anyone."Are you...not happy?" he asked her, but before he could step away from her, Lily had wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him with such (c) passion that his skin was tingling.After a few moments, James pulled away, content with the world. He finally had his Lily."Lily Evans, you are the most beautiful girl alive."THE ENDDD. AWW HAPPINESS.©YG
Home For Christmas.Harry The Burrow had always been Harry's second favourite place in the whole world. His favourite after only Hogwarts, which would always have that special place in his heart, the place no other could share. Perhaps now it was joint third. The house that he shared with Ginny and their small son James was definitely Up There. Home Sweet Home had to be, did it not – he didn't count Privet Drive, never having really counted it as a home, merely as a Place of Residence. There was a difference, oh yes. Setting eyes on the old rambling house oncemore_ looking picture-perfect with holly and mistletoe at the windows, a snowman sporting a wooden pipe in the garden, and a Christmas Tree as large as would fit in the bay window adorned with baubles and tinsel, it looked more homely and welcoming than Harry had ever remembered. He felt his heart skip a beat at the sight. To be an official member of the extended family, by marriage if not by name, was, to Harry, a privilege that only fatherhood could match. Inside, Mrs. Weasley would be bustling around preparing huge amounts of luscious food. Mr. Weasley would be tinkering with that 'muggle rubbish' that stillfascinated him, even now. Ron would be doing nothing but get under his mother's feet – some things never changed. Hermione would be giving her mother in law all the help she could possible give her, like she couldn't manage perfectly well without it. George would be, alas poor George, going about the usual as if there was no gaping hole through his heart. (Harry new all about gaping holes, he had his lot, though never through loss of a twin. The worst pain of all, he could only assume.) Ginny would be running around after their son. /Their son./ Harry was still unused to the words, even now, and every time he said them to himself he felt a warming glow within him. And another one was on the way. The warming glow looked to remain. He would see Ginny again! They had been parted for all of three days, but it had felt a lot longer. She had gone on ahead with little James to spend time with the family in the days leading up to Christmas and although Harry had planned to do the same, duty had called. But no one can keep you at work on Christmas Eve, not even the Auror Office, so here he was at last. He beamed as he looked on with those emerald green eyes, making his way through the garden to the house. It was Christmas. Work was finished until the New Year. James, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and everyone else were waiting for him inside. Life, he concluded, was good.Aidan/Percy Crash.The glistening glass fell like rain – like jagged, dangerous rain, hitting the smooth wooden floor in delicate notes, shattering here, cracking there. Pieces of the melody fell muffled upon his bare feet, toes wriggling in excitement. And then began a crushing, crunching rage, a stomping fit; soon, a fine crystalline dust circled his feet, shining stars, if stars were scarlet. He felt no pain, no fear. Such emotion did not grace him, the ruined, autistic, deranged ruination of Percy Weasley. More destruction. He had done nothing but bear chaos at the Burrow. The red-orange afternoon sun reflected beautifully in the soles of his feet; little clumps of glass lived in them now, ate of his flesh. Or so he imagined."AIDAN!"The elder man was, as usual, far too late. This time, the victim had been Molly's favorite pitcher.Aidan scampered beneath the kitchen counter with surprising speed, laughing mirthlessly."Ta…ha…"GinnyDamn! Damn that bloody dress. Why can't they be wearing dress robes? That she could handle. This is complete insanity; that dress should be illegal. Why the bloody hell does she have to look so gorgeous? Why? Ginny thought, stressing the why. Getting irritated with the whole furtive and quite stressfull process, the hormonal lady firmly walked over to her closet and reached out, intending to open it. Still, she paused, her hand inches away, a sense of dread filling her. Backing away, Ginny grabbed a pillow off the bed. She swung the pillow at the door and quickly pushed it open, diving to the floor at the same time. The door banged against the wall and swung back to its original, partially opened position. No boggarts. A sigh could be heard resounding through her room. She sat down on her bed, reflecting on how far she had come. Going out with Michael had helped her grow up. With her attention distracted from Harry, she finally started to see him as a real person, rather than the idealized image she had held of him. He had flaws which she had always overlooked. What were endearing traits at the height of her crush she now actually found to be annoying. Memories. Memories of old and memories of young pasted themselves among the walls of her old room which she now shared with James, and soon Harry once he had decided to arrive at the Burrow, her home away from home. Nodding silently to the requests of her toddler who begged for enterance into her arms, Ginevra picked up the boy who so emulated her husband with the messy jet-black hair and lumbered out of her room and down the rickety stairs to greet the rest of the family. They had been up there for quite some time due to their both needing of a serious bit of rest from the festivities of yesterday. And oh Merlin, no. Ginny was not alone when it came to being pregnant. Hermione was too, with her brother Ronald's child. The thought brought quick and festive smile to her peachy chapped lips. But before all could be enjoyed, James had broken into tears due to the sound of breaking glass in the kitchen and she knew just who to suspect. Percy's son. Percy's son Aidan who hid under the table as if it were a war bunker. "Darling. Are you alright?" Aidan/Percy The child seized, skeletal shoulder smashing into his cheek, chalk-white and icily cold. He tumbled, rolling along the ground beneath the table, slamming his bleeding feet against the wooden ceiling above. Plates and a glass vase trembled, but, thankfully, did not fall. Anguish seemed to radiate from Percy as he dragged his son out from his little hiding place, brow furrowed and mouth quivering, as if suppressing some kind of animalistic shriek. Percy had done everything. Read everything. Child psychiatry, development – he knew it all. And yet his knowledge did nothing, for Aidan, nearing his third birthday, was still wordless, non-functioning, and entrenched in a world all of his own.Without a sound, Percy began charming the glass out of Aidan's heel. The child seemed not to notice, turning over on his belly to observe the mess. HarryHarry's eyes immediately rested on the clock above the fire with the many hands –once upon a time it had been nine, but since then Mr. Weasley had done a bad bit of DIY on it so now the whole extended family were there including himself, Hermione, Fleur, Victoire, Aidan and little James. Even Ted Tonks had a hand, and he was not a Weasley at all The clock had become useful over the years, telling him exactly where all the Weaselys were at one time. The clock told him that Percy was out in the hall with his son, but it was Ginny he was looking for, up in her room. Harry felt his heart begin to race. She was so close! Ginny Sighing deeply, Ginny shook her head in contempt as she walked away with James on her hip. A lullaby could be heard sounding from the part in her lips as she tried to calm James down, her fingers gently cradling the nape of his neck protectively. "Darling drearest...please sit tigh.... mommy is here and its not yet night. Don't cry darling, no please don't weep...." And it was really all she could remember of the soothing song that her mother had cooed to her whenst the boys of the househld had taken to giving her a hard time. It was not like that anymore though. She had Harry and James and now the respect of her brothers who had all seemed to grow sallow with age. Harry Harry went out into the hall, heading for the stairs. Percy was there, looking desparingly at his small son, Aiden, amoungst a small pile of glass shards. They both looked a little worse for wear. Harry found himself feeling sorry for Percy. A pompous git he might once have been, but he had imatured a lot in recent years and loved his son to bits. It only he could find out how to control him. "Is Aidan?" said Harry, getting his wand from his pocket and sweeping up the glass with a flick of it. The shards fell in a glittering torrent into the bin just inside the kitchen door. But the aswer to his question was evident, Aidan was up and about bouncing around like a space-hopper. It was Percy that was looking worse off. "Or more to the point, are you?" he said.Aidan/Percy The child wailed, seizing and tossing himself about as his father worked on dislodging the glass from his feet, more scarlet than skin. It was going well enough, as Percy had become well-versed in healing charms since Aidan began walking – a year late developmentally, of course. "…think he tried to say something yesterday…" Percy mumbled, attempting to halt the flow of blood out of his son's tiny body. Aidan, meanwhile, studied Potter, gaze wide and lifeless, a tumultuous blue flecked in icily glinting gray. Ginny Returning back to her old forsaken room, Ginevra swayed lightly as she stepped forward in order to soothe and keep her son asleep in her arms. The floorboards creaked with every movement that she had made due to the age of the old dried oak planks. Brushing back her lengthy crimson locks, she layed her son down on her old bed and pulled the sheets over his small body. Kissing him softly with care on his forehead as a mother would, Mrs. Potter sat guard over her child as the last rays of sunlight filtered through the window panes of her room. A soft breeze flutered in, bringing with it a few snowflakes that caught themselves on her old and tearing Hollyhead Harpies posters. Smiling nostalgically, she stood up and carefully postioned her body by the wall to shut the wretched window with a snap. Harry Harry decided to leave him to the task in hand. He obviously knew the best way to go about it. He wasn't sure how much he could help, or how much Percy would value any he tried to give even if he could. He had always been adamant that he could do it his own way. And normall he could, with brains, and a spell-bank, to rival Hermione's.'That's great,' he said. 'What do you think he said?'Ginny Ginny dispelled a rather large and horrid spiderweb from the corner of her windowsill with the lightest swish of her wand. Nature's beauty could be so delicate. It could also be swept away within a manner of seconds. There was no more natural light left as the vicious tumbling snow clouds ambled their way across the skies to dump more frosting sheets of ice all over the village of Ottery St. Catchpole. Slowly as ever, the rather depressed Giny stood up to obtain a better vantage point of an owl soaring off into the distant skies.Aidan/Percy "He said something like-like 'frog'. Or 'fog'. Something like that."Percy was most likely grasping at straws, interpreting his son's meaningless mumblings as thoughtful speech in his desperation. Aidan continued to observe the green-eyed man as Percy lifted him onto his shoulder, gaze cradled in sleepless rings. He hummed, popping his lips and tugging softly on his father's flaming red hair. His own was a dull, fraying black. Harry'Frog and/or fog," said Harry, not knowing what else to add. "That's a good start." He knew it didn't sound at all hopeful and he tailed off. At a loss as to what to say he said, "Perhaps he's just a late developer, some kids are you know." He tried to think of an example, failed, and tailed off again. He decided to change the subject. This was going nowhere. "I'm going upstairs to see Ginny. She doesn't know I'm here yet. I can surprise her. Want to come up?"He wasn't sure why he was inviting a man older than him whether he wanted to go into rooms of his own house, but Percy looked so dejected, his red hair floppy and droopy and his hands covered in sticky red blood, that he had to say something that wasn't about Aidan. Why was it that he always felt nervous around Percy? He never used to, not when he'd been younger. It was just now that he had bridged the gulf that had separated them for so long, he was always scared that he would dig up matters that embarrassed Percy. Because Percy was probably one of the most sensitive people he knew, behind all the bluster. There really were a l ot of likenesses between Percy and Hermione, though he was sure neither of them would like him if he admitted it to them. Aidan/Percy "Go off and see Ginny! You'll be stuck with me again soon enough. Besides, this one needs a bath…"Aidan seemed to understand the connotation of that word – bath – for he started kicking and giggling, as though he were wading in water. That bit of humor had been difficult for Percy to muster, and now he was spent, mindlessly switching Aidan from shoulder to shoulder in an attempt to distract him as he went.GinnyOnce the bird had disappeared from the plain eye's view, Ginevra layed her body against the bedposts of her old oaken resting place which her son, her baby, her everything, occupie with great silence. Biting the orner of her lip, the vivacious redhead placed a hand on her stomach before thinking about the next child to be born into the Potter brood, if you could call it that at the current time. Harry Harry shrugged as he watched Percy amble away down the hall. He really had tried. And it wasn't as although he disliked Percy, he did quite like him really, he just ofund him very hard to get along with sometimes.He went upstairs slowly, looking around him at what had changed and waht had stayed teh sme since his last visit. That was what Harry loved about it. New things were always added, but nothing was ever taken away, and under the layers of newness, the same basic wizardiness that he had fallen in love when he was just twelve-and-one-day years old, remained as solid and tangible as ever. Ginny's room was the second floor up. he thought of the first day he had seen it from the outise, again when he was just twelve, and he'd seen a single eye looking out at him through a crack in the door befoer, embarrassed, she had retreated, slamming the door. Now he knew that eye, and its pair, so well. Then there was teh first time he'd ever been in her room, five years later at the age of seventeen. He could still remember the goodbye kiss she had given him them and his lips tingled just at the thought. Oh, now he knew those lips so well. Suddenly, he wanted more. He pushed the door open slowly and proceeded onto the threshold. He stood, framed in the doorway, smiling down at Ginny, heavily pregnant, on her bed with James nesteld close. His family.Ginny Hearing the door creak open Ginny looked up, you could call it a motherly instinct if you would like to do so. He fears were offset though whence Harry placed his body against the frame, smiling. A sense of happness flooded through he veins as she stood up, bracing a chair for suport. Then she ambled her way towards him before looking up into his merald green eyes. "You do not know how much I have missed you during those past three days Harry. James has even been asking for you by a simple Dada. It's really one of the cutest things you could eer hope to see!" Mrs. Potter uttered before pulling him into a welcoming embrace, her body held at an angle due to her stomach. Harry "Missed you too," whispered Harry, lifting her chin up to meet his and kissing her on the lips. "So much." And he had. It was pathetic really, he thought. Three days was nothing, it really was nothing. but he wasn't used to being separted from his beloved life for more than the working day. Yes, he had to make trips with the Aurors, of course he did, but that dind't stop the aching pain that came from being parted for more than a day. It really was pathetic. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Potter," he said grining, before kissing her again.Ginny A bright red flustered upon her cheecks whence he kissed her for the first time and it only worsened the second time over."Happy Christmas Mr. Potter." Ginny uttered before taking his hands into hers and leading him over to their son. "Only a few more weeks until James has a little brother or sister to pain himself over." She said softly before picking up James wh had awoken to the sound of their voices. "Look darling, daddy's home. "And without a hitch, the boy instantly tried to grab for his father. "I think he wants you more." Mrs. Potter cooed. Aidan/Percy"Young man, I - ""AIIYAAAA!"Percy was soaked. His flaming red hair lay plastered to his scalp, little streams pouring out from his shirt sleeves. Aidan giddily splashed about in the water nonetheless, hurling himself under and popping back up again, continually drenching his father. Percy did nothing, figuring that it was a sign of motor control. And Percy had such great expectations for Aidan. Harry Harry grinned agian, lifting his sun from the bed and resting him on his hip. His fluffy red hair was tousled and his denim dungarees were covered in what looked like custard stains. As Harry jiggled him up on his hip, he grabbed for Harry's own black messy hair and pulled it sharply. "Dada!" he said again. "Oww," exclaimed Harry, before laughing. "No, James, you don't pull Daddy's hair or Daddy will pull yours twice as hard." Harry lifted his hand to his sons head, making as if to pull it, but ruffling it in a fartherly way. "My little James. Has he been behaving himself for Mummy?"-LE FIN.