I’m also scooting to my personal (I’m addicted I’m soRRY)

Rina, bb, you know where I am.

Good night!

harry-thechosenone-potter:

He furrowed his brows and nodded, the depth of his sister’s words singeing him through to his core. He looked into her eyes—the eyes that were so distinct and rare and shared by only one other living person—himself. Looking at his sister’s eyes had always calmed…

Harry nodded, noting that Ron and Owana’s marriage was the best he had ever known. Even Bill and Fleur didn’t seem to click the way his sister and best mate did. He sighed, “No use crying over spilt milk,” he told her, feigning resignation. The sooner Owana believed he was over it, the sooner she would stop worrying. “Speaking of milk, can I get you anything? Food? Drink? Firewhiskey?”

harry-thechosenone-potter:

The soldier in Harry felt his eyes harden at the challenge, but the pacifist in him softened at the fact that Adam clearly wasn’t here to kill him. No, being ‘half-Winchester’ meant nothing to him—he thought perhaps Winchester was a surname that meant something in…

Harry was alnost sympathetic for the boy until he stated a harsh, ‘I’m not your mate,’ returning to an all-business stance. Harry frowned, shaking the boy’s hand.

Harry blanched. Voldemort had showed them magic? Of course, old Riddle would never give up an opportunity to show off, but he could only imagine what Milligan had seen. Cruciatus Curse, perhaps? That was a favorite of Voldemort’s. Harry’s blood boiled at the realization thay Voldemort had probably practices it on one of them…

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, of course. Uh, here.” They were close enough to the forbidden forest that they were well outside of the anti-apparition enchantment on the school grounds. Keeping hold of Adam’s hand, he apparated, reappearing deep in the center of the forest.

The sounds of the battle were weak, but his anxiety rose with his blood pressure. What if someone needed him? Ron? Hermione? Luna? Ginny? What if this Adam guy was setting him up for a trap?

Squashing his fears, he asked, “Are you okay? I remember my first apparition was…was not pleasant.”

harry-thechosenone-potter:

He tensed as she continued her tirade. He didn’t understand her anger at Luna. Anger at him, maybe, because he was the one who lost her. He was the one who couldn’t het his grip long enough to maintain a relationship. This wasn’t Luna’s fault. If anything, Harry…

He furrowed his brows and nodded, the depth of his sister’s words singeing him through to his core. He looked into her eyes–the eyes that were so distinct and rare and shared by only one other living person–himself. Looking at his sister’s eyes had always calmed him, and the effect still hadn’t worn off even into their early twenties. He was even able to smile.

“There were warning signs. I should have caught them…” His gaze fell, and he was frowning again. “I could have fixed it.”

harry-thechosenone-potter:

Harry had his wand drawn before the boy had even reached him, “I’m warning you, this could do a whole hell of a lot more damage than that knife.” He looked into the boy’s piercing blue gaze—not unlike Dumbledore’s—and was at a loss for what to say. He wasn’t…

The soldier in Harry felt his eyes harden at the challenge, but the pacifist in him softened at the fact that Adam clearly wasn’t here to kill him. No, being ‘half-Winchester’ meant nothing to him–he thought perhaps Winchester was a surname that meant something in the States, or at the very least the Hunter network. He lowered his wand slowly, keeping his eye on Milligan’s weapon…just in case.“

"That’s a long story, mate,” he chuckled, his fingers automatically touching the scar on his forehead. “But if I tell you my story, I want to hear about this half-Winchester business. Deal?” He offered his hand to shake, wondering if the innocent gesture was suicidal of him.

harry-thechosenone-potter:

Harry couldn’t take what she was saying to heart, too emotionally exhausted by finding the letter earlier that day. He sighed, “You’re my sister, and Ron and Hermione, they went through what we went through. They’ve been with us since day one. Luna…Luna didn’t…

He tensed as she continued her tirade. He didn’t understand her anger at Luna. Anger at him, maybe, because he was the one who lost her. He was the one who couldn’t het his grip long enough to maintain a relationship. This wasn’t Luna’s fault. If anything, Harry was happy for Luna for getting away from him.

He gasped quietly when his sister hugged him, not used to the physical comfort, but he brought his arms around her anyway, returning the embrace. “Thanks,” he said blandly, his mouth going dry at the finality of it. “It’s…really over….isn’t it.”