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Learning to Live Again	By : GryffindorToy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s Note: This is my very
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When Harry James Potter awoke on
December fourth in the year 2000, his first instinct was to roll over and go
back to sleep. One look out the window told him it was another cold, grey,
snowy day in London. However, Ron
and Hermione were coming over that morning. So, with a sigh he pulled himself
out of bed and trudged into the bathroom to relieve his bladder and take care
of other such morning duties.

After a quick shower, he dressed
and made his way to the kitchen, where a fresh pot of coffee awaited him. He
poured himself a cup and inhaled the delicious aroma, thanking whatever deity
for the man who invented the timed brewer.

A rapid tapping on his window
announced the arrival of the morning paper. He let the poor owl inside, along
with a frigid burst of winter air, and again reminded himself to sign up for
the door-to-door delivery service. He allowed the creature to perch on his
mantle and warm herself by the fire for a while, giving her a gracious helping
of treats, before duty called once more and she had to leave.

He sat at the kitchen table with
his coffee and The Daily Prophet and read through the various reports. Three
more Death Eater trials and convictions� it was hard to believe that after two
and a half years they still hadn�t apprehended them all. The latest attempt at
an uprising was quashed before it had time to gain any kind of momentum. And,
of course, there were the usual tabloids speculating on his personal life.

He sighed. People were still
wondering why he chose to live in the muggle world. And why he didn�t become an
auror. And why he still hadn�t found
a nice witch or wizard to settle down with.

The latest story going around was
that the amount of magic he used to defeat Voldemort drained him, rendering him
a squib. If only they knew how wrong that was�

Since he defeated Voldemort, his
magic had spiked. He only had to think the spell for it to work. No wand, no
words, just raw magic. And when he was upset� well, it was sometimes borderline
painful to get his magic back under control.

A soft ding announced the use of
his floo and the arrival of his two best friends.

�Harry?� Hermione called.

�Kitchen!� he called back.

They walked into the room and sat
down at the table. He folded his paper and set it aside, looking at them
expectantly. �Now what is it that you needed to talk about? And why couldn�t it wait until a less unholy
hour?�

�First of all, it�s
ten o�clock,� Hermione said,
grinning, �Normal people are awake right now.�

�And second of all,� Ron continued
soberly, �It�s George.�

Harry sighed, sensing a headache
coming on. It was simply too early for this.

�What is it now?� he asked.

�Just the usual,� Hermione said.

�Except now he�s refusing to even see anybody,� Ron stated, �Nobody can
figure out how to get through to him! He just sits up in that flat and tries to
drink himself to death!�

�Which brings us to why we came to
you,� Hermione said, �We�d like you to talk to him.�

�And why do you think I�ll be able to get through to him where his own
family couldn�t?� he asked.

�Because� you�ve lost more to that
madman than anybody else,� Ron replied, �If anybody understands what he�s going
through, it�s you.�

�But- you�ve all lost brothers and
sons and friends� you understand just as well,� Harry said.

�George didn�t just lose brother.
He lost his twin,� Hermione explained,
�Their entire lives, they were �Fred and George�. One
entity in two bodies. Their own mother could barely tell them apart. The only
one who ever identified them as individuals was you.�

Harry sighed. �I can try.�

They smiled appreciatively.

�But don�t get disappointed if I
fail,� he added.

�We won�t. It�s enough that you�re
going to try, mate,� Ron said.

�So� do you have any plans for
tonight?� Hermione asked.

�Besides going over to speak with
George? Not particularly,� Harry replied, �What about you guys?�

�Dinner with Ginny and Neville,� Ron
said, sounding less than enthusiastic about it. �

Harry laughed, making Hermione
scowl. �Honestly, �Mione� you have to admit that they are one of the most
sickeningly sweet couples you�ve ever seen!�

�Second only to Lavender and �Won-Won�!� Hermione quipped.

Ron groaned. �I thought we agreed
to never speak of that!�

She laughed. �Just remember that
Ginny is your sister and Neville is your friend and that you only want them to
be happy. And they are. Okay?�

�Yeah, I know�� Ron sighed.

Hermione smiled and shook her
head.

�Hey, do you guys want to go get
some breakfast? I don�t much feel like cooking,� Harry said.

�We�ve already eaten�� Hermione
said.

�But we�d love to! I�m starving!�
Ron exclaimed.

Hermione rolled her eyes. �I swear
he�d eat through all of his money if he could.�

�Don�t worry. My treat,� Harry
said.

�It�d better be,� she said, mock
glaring.

After breakfast, they parted ways.
Harry said he�d call them to let them know how went with George and made his
way back to his flat. He saw a nice sit-down with the telly
in his future.

On the way back, he mused over
what Ron had requested of him. What on earth could he do to snap George out of
his depression? Talking obviously wasn�t working. Of course, if anybody tried
talking to him about his parents or
Sirius or Dumbledore or Remus� he would have just
gotten more upset. After all, none of them knew exactly how he felt. They
weren�t him, so how could they?

Had anybody ever tried just
listening? Of course, then there�s the question of how to get George to talk. Remus had always gotten him to talk by bringing up old
memories. But sometimes that just made it even more painful. Dumbledore�
Dumbledore had had the best method. He�d just ask him what was on his mind and
sit patiently while Harry vented all of his worries and frustrations.

He smiled at the memory of his
mentor, pulling his scarf up to shield his face from the harsh wind. He was
never so grateful for the long, black wool coat that Hermione had gotten him
the previous Christmas as he was on this day.

Just as he reached his building,
he heard the click of a camera shutter and sighed, turning to greet whatever
paparazzi was waiting for him. However, the person standing there smiling was
Dennis Creevey. He grinned at the young man.

�Heya,
Harry!� Dennis exclaimed, walking over to him.

�Hullo, Dennis. It�s been a while,
hasn�t it?� Harry said.

�Too long, if you ask me,� Dennis
replied, �So, how�ve you been?�

Harry grinned. �As much as I love the snow, I�d prefer a place that�s
a bit- warmer. Would you like to come up?�

His face lit up at the invitation
and he nodded fervently, making Harry chuckle. Same old Creevey enthusiasm.

�You can hang your coat there, by
the door,� Harry said when they entered his home.

�Wow� this place is huge!� Dennis
said, following Harry into the sitting room.

�Money�s never really been an
issue,� he replied, �Have a seat.�

�So� you really are living as a muggle?
Just like the papers said?� Dennis asked, eyeing the television and house
phone.

�Sort of.
The fireplace is connected to the floo network and I
still get post by owl,� Harry said, �But I like to do a lot of things the muggle way.�

�You�re not a squib, then?�

He laughed. �Not
at all.�

To demonstrate, he summoned a book
from the shelf across the room.

�Wow! Wandless
magic! You really must be the most powerful wizard in the world!� Dennis said
in awe.

Harry blushed and decided it was
time for a change of subject. �You graduated earlier this year, didn�t you?
What have you been up to since then?�

�Right now I�m just doing some
freelance photography and an internship with the Quibbler. Luna�s really turned
it around since she took over. It�s much more respectable. And it�s gaining
popularity every day!�

�That doesn�t seem like a very
steady paycheck,� Harry said, grinning, �Trying it as a starving artist type?�

Dennis laughed. �Not really. I
also work at the coffee house down the street. Actually, I was at work when I
spotted you walking past.� He blushed and chuckled nervously. �That sounds a
bit like I�m stalking you, doesn�t it?�

�No. I understand. So, how much is
a picture of me going for these days?� Harry asked, truly curious.

�A lot,� Dennis replied seriously, �They�re pretty hard to come by,
you see��

�I try to keep a low profile,� he
said, �But since you�re a friend, I don�t mind if you snap one of me every so
often. After all, you work right up the street and I pass by that place pretty
often.�

Dennis smiled, practically
bursting with excitement. �Do you mean it? Man, that
would be a huge help! It would seriously boost my chances of going pro sooner!�

�Really?
Then maybe I�ll give you one of those anonymous tips,� he said, smirking, �And
tell you that if you hang around Renaldi�s Bistro on
Saturday around� twelve-thirty, you might snap one that�ll make you infamous.�

�What�s that?� Dennis asked.

�Harry Potter
having lunch with former arch-rival, Draco Malfoy!�

�No! Seriously?
But you two hated each other so much!�

�Time to grow up, I suppose,� he
shrugged, �Besides, he runs a lot of the charities that I donate to. It�s
partially business.�

�You sure have changed, Harry,�
Dennis said.

�You think so?�

�Yeah�� Dennis said with a flash
of teeth, �But it�s a good change. Like� you�re more
comfortable in your own skin.�

�Well, thanks. I think?� he said,
making the young man laugh, �So, anything else new? Got a girlfriend?�

Dennis blushed.

�Is that a yes?�

�No� I mean- not really�� he said,
�The thing is� I�m not really- into girls��

�Really?�
Harry said, surprised, �Then� have you got a boyfriend?�

Dennis looked at him strangely.
�It doesn�t freak you out? You don�t think I�m gross?�

�Why would I? Listen, the world is
a lot more open to homosexual relationships than you think. And the wizarding community is even more so. It�s perfectly
normal,� Harry explained.

�Really?�
Dennis said.

�Well, yeah! I know a lot of gay
guys. Seamus and Dean are together, did you know?� Harry said, �And Charlie Weasley and- you did not
hear this from me- so is Draco.�

�Wow� I never would have guessed,�
Dennis said.

�So, nobody ever had this talk
with you, either, huh?� Harry said.

�No. I never brought it up to any�
wait. Me �either�?�
Dennis said.

Harry smiled warmly. �Yep. Me, too. Did I forget to
mention that?�

�Yeah.
You did,� Dennis said, grinning.

�Well� it�s not something I like
to spread around. I figured it out just a few months after� you know. It�s why
Ginny and I never got back together,� he said, �I had to get �the talk� from
Arthur and Molly Weasley. You can just imagine how
awkward that was.� He laughed.

�What kinds of things did they
tell you?� Dennis asked.

�To be careful and always use
protection and birth control spells,� Harry said, �That�s the less embarrassing
version anyway.�

�Birth control?
But- if we�re both guys�� Dennis
stated.

Harry chuckled. �That�s what I
said. But wizards can get pregnant by
another wizard.�

�How?!� Dennis exclaimed.

Harry blushed. �You�re really
going to make me explain, aren�t you?� He sighed and steeled himself. �First of
all, are you a bottom or a top?�

�I- I don�t know�� Dennis
stuttered.

�When you fantasize, which are
you?� he asked.

�B-bottom�� Dennis said quietly.

�Alright� so- basically what
happens is- the� seed is absorbed by
the- er� anal walls and you body creates a magical- womb,� Harry explained,
feeling that his face was on the brink of spontaneous combustion, �You�d have
to get a Cesarean, or a C-section, because there is no birth canal, but it�s not any less painful than it is for a
woman. Yes, you do gain weight, and get
the baby belly, and the odd cravings,
and, yes, even the mood swings. Just
like women. Can we stop now? Do you have any questions? Please say you don�t.�

�Which are you?� Dennis asked.

�What?� Harry said.

�Which are you?� Dennis repeated,
�Top or bottom?�

Harry blinked a few times, still
not believing what he was hearing.

�I promise not to tell anybody.
I�m just curious,� Dennis said, his eyes pleading.

�I�m- a bottom��

�Really? That�s difficult to
picture,� Dennis stated, brows furrowed.

�You shouldn�t be trying to picture it!� Harry exclaimed.

They looked at each other for a
moment before bursting into laughter, breaking the awkward tension that
inevitable followed �the talk�.

�So� I hope you don�t this is an
impertinent question, but� how does it feel?� Dennis asked.

�How does what feel?�

�Oh, honestly!
Sex! How does sex feel?� Dennis
laughed, �You�re so dense!�

Harry grinned. �I wouldn�t know. Never had it.�

Dennis� eyes widened. �Really?�

�Yes, really, and that doesn�t
leave this room,� Harry said.

�I won�t tell anybody, I promise!�
Dennis said.

Harry smiled. �No, no significant
other to speak of� got your eye on anybody in particular?�

�Yeah�� Dennis said, blushing,
�His name�s Rick and he works at The Quibbler as a
reporter.�

�I see� have you approached him at
all?� Harry asked.

�No! Merlin, no! I don�t even know
if he�s� y�know� if he likes guys�� Dennis said, �But
he�s really smart and funny and handsome and he likes my photography! He�s even
taken me with him on a few interviews.�

�But you�ve never told him how you
feel or asked him to grab lunch or a cup of coffee or anything?� Harry said. Dennis shook his head. �Why
not? Go for it, mate!�

�I can�t! What if he says no or he
has a girlfriend? It�d be too embarrassing!� Dennis said.

�What if he says yes and really
likes you?� Harry countered.

Dennis just sighed.

�Alright, how about this� when are
you going to be at The Quibbler next?� Harry asked.

�Tomorrow, why?�
Dennis replied.

�Because� I�m going to take you to
lunch. And scope out Rick for you,� Harry said.

�You don�t have to do that,�
Dennis said.

Harry laughed. �Don�t worry� I�m
not going to scare him off. I�m just going to ask him to lunch with us. It�ll
be less awkward if it�s a group thing and it�ll give you a chance to get to
know him on a more personal level, rather than just a professional one.�

Dennis sighed in relief. It would be easier to talk to Rick with
Harry there as a social buffer. �Alright, I suppose that would be fun��

�That�s the spirit!� Harry said.

�Since we�re on the subject,�
Dennis stated, �Do you have any love
interests?�

Not a one,� Harry said.

�Why not?�
Dennis asked.

�I don�t know. I guess nobody�s
really caught my eye�� he said, shrugging, �I don�t really meet new people.�

�Why is that?� Dennis said.

�Because it�s hard to tell if
they�re really interested in me as a person, or me as
the �Savior of the World��

�Oh� well, you�ll never know if
you never give anybody a chance,� Dennis said.

Harry grinned. �Maybe you�re
right. But I�m happy with my life right now. If I eventually meet someone that I�m
interested in romantically, that�s great. However, I see no reason to actively
seek out a relationship.�

�Are you sure you�re happy?� Dennis asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

�I�m positive!� he laughed.

�Well� I should probably get
going. I told my boss I�d be back soon and�� he looked
at his watch, �I�ll be lucky if I even have a job!�

�Is your boss witch or muggle?� Harry asked.

�Muggle-born
wizard,� Dennis replied, putting his coat on.

�Then just tell him you were
talking to Harry Potter,� he said, grinning.

�Are you sure it�s okay to use
your fame like that?� Dennis asked.

�Usually, it�s not. But in this
case, it�s an exception,� Harry said, �After all, it was my fault. I�m the one
who invited you in and made you lose track of time.�

�Thanks a lot,� Dennis said, �See
you later, Harry!�

�Bye, Dennis. Don�t forget about
lunch tomorrow!� Harry called as he shut the door.

He looked at the clock. Still a
while before he planned to go see George� what to do until then? He seated
himself on the sofa, summoning one of his favorite books, and settled in for a
quiet afternoon.

Eventually, the time came for him
to leave. He quickly gathered some Pepper-Up potions and the special surprise
he wanted to bring George, grabbed his coat and scarf, and flooed
to The Leaky Cauldron. From there, he walked to the Weasley�s
Wizard Wheezes shop and up to the flat above it.

�George?� he said loudly, knocking
on the door.

�Who is it?� came
a groggy voice from within.

�It�s Harry. Can I come in?� he
asked.

There was silence.

�George, let me in,� he said.

Still, silence was the only answer
he received.

�I guess I�ll just let myself in��
he muttered to himself.

There were a series of complicated
locking and warding spells on the door, but Harry breezed through them with
little effort. He stepped into the spacious apartment and first thought was
that it didn�t look like anybody even lived there anymore. All furniture and
pictures and decorations had been completely removed, leaving the place looking
bare and depressing.

�George?� he said, closing the
door behind him.

The read-headed man peered around
the corner from the kitchen. �How the hell did you get in?�

�Easily,� Harry lauged, �Don�t worry, though. Your wards are more than
adequate for most people.�

He walked into the kitchen and found
what looked like a sea of empty bottles. �Well��
he thought, �At least it looks lived in��

�Okay, then� why are you here?� George asked.

�One good guess,� Harry replied,
raising an eyebrow.

�Ron asked you to come,� George
said.

�Bingo!� Harry said, chuckling,
�They said you were refusing to see anybody.�

�Well, yeah! I�m tired of them
always fussing over me. I�m perfectly f-fine!� George stated, grabbing a bottle
of Firewhiskey and stumbling into the empty sitting
room.

�I can see that�� Harry said skeptically,
following him.

�Oh, not you,
too!� George exclaimed, flopping down onto the soft carpet, �I suppose
you�re here to tell me how Freddy would have wanted me to a happy life. And how
you understand what I�m going through and how I need to stop drinking and take
better care of myself.�

Harry sat down across from him,
crossing his legs. �Not at all. I�m simply here to
give you a little care package and to listen if you feel like talking.�

George scoffed disbelievingly.

�Look� I�m not about to tell you
what Fred would have wanted. I�m not him
and nobody will ever know what would want you to do because he�s not here to
say. I�m not going to tell you to stop drinking because you�re an adult and you
can make your own decisions,� Harry said, sighing, �But- out of everybody, I
think I do understand what you�re
going through. At least, more than most.�

�How can you understand?� George
said, taking a huge drink straight from the bottle.

Harry handed him one of the
potions. �I want you sober for this conversation.� When he downed the entire
thing and set aside the bottle, Harry continued. �I lost both of my parents
when I was a baby. I grew up in a loveless household where I was neglected and
verbally abused at every opportunity and I didn�t even have memories of a
happier time to comfort myself. I lost Sirius, my Godfather and last chance at a happy family, and Remus, the last remaining connection to my parents. I lost
Dumbledore, the closest thing I ever had to a father figure. And I lost
friends. Fred was among them. Now, I�ve never lost a twin, or even a brother,
so no, I don�t know exactly what that
feels like. But� but I do know what it feels like to have a part of your soul
that you�ve lived with all you life ripped away. I know it is to feel empty and
lost, like you�re missing something vital. To feel lonely
even when you�re surrounded by friends and family.�

�How could you possibly know all
of that?� George said, his head in his hands.

�Because I�ve lived with it since
I killed Voldemort.� Harry took a deep breath. �What
I�m about to tell you goes no further than this room. I�ve never even told Ron
or Hermione about this. I was a horcrux. When Voldemort tried to
kill me as a baby, he transferred a part of his soul into me. I had to
sacrifice myself to the killing curse to destroy that piece of him. I survived-
and please don�t ask how, because you wouldn�t believe me if I told you- and
then it was just a constant battle to keep myself from self-destructing.
However, with time it�s gotten easier� having my friends around helped a lot�
and now I hardly ever really think about it. You just- find something to live
for. You learn to enjoy life again.�

George just looked at him in a
mixture of awe and pity. Which made him feel extremely
uncomfortable.

�Of course, I�m not the one who�s supposed to be talking here,� he said in an
effort to lighten the mood� or get rid of that awful vulnerable feeling.

�I- just don�t know what you want
me to say,� George said, �I�m not as strong as you, Harry. You live with people
who hated you and I�m sure it was terrible, but it taught you to be
independent. You relied on yourself. I- I�ve always depended on Fred. We were
each other�s support system. Without him, I feel like I�ve got nobody. We were
always �the twins�. Fred and George. Now that it�s
just George, I don�t know what to do with myself.� He paused, taking a shaky
breath and obviously trying not to cry. �I can�t even face my family because I
feel like they blame me. Harry, I- I turned away. In the middle of a battle, I turned away from him! It was one second-
one second!- and when I turned back, he was just-
lying there� and- it�s my fault!�

�It�s really not, though. Fred
could handle himself. He was tough. They were just� a little bit tougher,�
Harry said.

�I know, alright? I know! But I
can�t help feeling responsible!� George exclaimed.

�Yeah� if there�s one thing I
understand, it�s feeling guilty over a death that, even though there was
ultimately nothing you could have done to prevent it, you still feel you played
a part in,� Harry said quietly, �But- drinking is not going to make the guilt
and sadness and pain go away. And it�s certainly not going to bring Fred back.�

�I know�� George sniffed, setting
his head back in his hands, �I know��

Harry scooted closer until their sides
were touching, offering silent comfort to the distraught man. When George had
calmed himself, he brought out his surprise and placed it on the floor in front
of him.

�What�s that?� George asked.

�See for yourself,�
Harry replied.

George picked up the large, heavy
book and opened the cover. When he saw the seal on the inside, his eyes widened
almost comically. �Is this�? Really�?�

�Yep! The
Marauders official log book,� Harry said proudly, �It�s only a copy, though.
I�ve got the original in a high security vault. But� it�s got everything in it.
All of their pranks, all of the spells and potions that they
invented. Even some that they thought up but never
attempted or couldn�t get the kinks out of.� He grinned, nudging George
with an elbow. �I know that you haven�t come up with any new products in a
while and I thought this might inspire you.�

�When Fred died, I locked the door
to our workroom. I haven�t been in there since then�� George stated.

�I don�t expect you to jump right
back into work or anything,� Harry said, �It�s just something to think about.�

They sat in silence for a bit when
Harry�s stomach made itself known and he realized he hadn�t eaten anything
since he�d gotten breakfast with Ron and Hermione.

�What have you been eating?� he
asked George.

�Mostly take out. When I do eat, anyway�� George replied
sheepishly.

�Do you have any food here?� he said. George just quirked an
eyebrow at him. �I suppose you wouldn�t, would you? Well, I�m hungry.
Since I�m assuming you don�t want to go out in public, would you like to come
over and I�ll make us something? I�m sure it�s been a fair while since you�ve
had a home cooked meal.�

For a moment George looked as
though he might refuse the offer. But then, for the first time since Harry
arrived, he smiled. �Sounds good to me.�

�Is your floo
still active?� Harry asked.

�Yeah. It
just won�t let anybody in but me,� George replied.

�How else would you get your daily
serving of alcohol?� Harry joked, standing.

�Haha�
alright, funny-man, let�s get to this home cooked,� George said.

They flooed
to Harry�s flat, where he took off his coat and scarf and laid it over the back
of the chair. �What are you in the mood for?�

�I have no preferences. I�ll eat
anything,� George said.

�Okay, Ron�� he muttered.

�I heard that!� George called,
making him laugh.

�How does chicken fettuccini alfredo with breadsticks and
steamed vegetables sound?� Harry asked.

�Great! Italian is my favorite,�
George said, walking over to the bookshelf and perusing its contents. There
were a lot of muggle classics, as well as every issue
of The Quibbler that had come out in over two years. That made him chuckle. Of course, one of Harry�s best friends ran
the magazine, so it made sense. What didn�t
make sense was that Harry owned all of the potions journals written by Severus Tobias Snape. He�s have to ask him it sometime. There was probably quite a
story behind it.

He finally pulled himself away
from the books and looked around. The place was rather cozy, full of soft plush
furniture and picture upon picture of Harry�s family and friends, including a
full Weasley family portrait.

Before he knew it, dinner was
ready and Harry called him into the dining room.

�I�m nowhere near as good as your
mum, but it should be edible�� he joked.

George sat down and grinned. He
took a bite and was honestly surprised. In all the years he�d known Harry, he
never figured the guy could cook. �This is amazing! Where�d you learn how to
cook?�

�I cooked for the Dursleys all of the time,� Harry replied.

�I can tell�� George said, looking
at the enormous amounts of food.

Dinner was a friendly affair. They
spoke mostly about what was going on in Harry�s life and about the past. Harry
was glad to see that whenever they spoke of Fred, George was usually smiling or
laughing, only falling into that sad, contemplative kind of silence once or
twice throughout the entire evening.

When the time came for George to
leave, Harry didn�t want to see him go. Having George around made everything
seem more pleasant, more fun. However, he didn�t ask him to stay.

�So� do you think you could stop
by again tomorrow?� George asked, �I�d like to talk some more.�

Harry smiled excitedly. �Sure!
I�ve just got lunch with Dennis and I�ll be over after that?�

George looked at him strangely.
�Who�s Dennis?�

�Dennis Creevey.
From school?� Harry said, �I�m trying to help him get
together with a guy he works with. Long story� But I�ll be over tomorrow at
about one or two, alright?�

George nodded and disappeared in
the flames.

Once he was gone, Harry felt oddly
disheartened. His large flat seemed even more vast and empty without George
there. However, he didn�t give himself time to dwell on it as he set about
cleaning up after dinner. Once that task was accomplished, he took a shower and
dressed for bed, watching a bit of television before finally retiring.

Thinking of the days
events and all that tomorrow held in store for him, Harry felt happier than he
had in a very long time. He hadn�t much time to ponder the cause of that
happiness, for sleep took him quickly. And with sleep, came dreams filled with
a smiling face, gentle hands, and laughing blue eyes�

HxGxHxGxHxG

Bwahahaha!
Wow� Long for a first chapter� I was rather surprised
at myself when Dennis Creevey suddenly jumped out of
my pen. I mean� where did THAT come from? Talk about a minor freaking
character! Lol. But I like him! He�s so cute! ^_^ Anyway� please review! I
live off of reviews! I CRAVE them! Until next time, my lovelies!

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