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It is official...
I am a complete nerd.
I have stayed up all night reading Harry Potter fan fiction.
I am totally addicted.
Thanks BB. =)
Twenty minutes later, they climbed through the window again, tired, disheveled, and red-lipped from kissing, but ten times happier than they had been the night before.
“Think you’re ready for that patronus?” James muttered against her mouth. Lily nodded absently and drew her wand, kissing him again and detaching herself, before leaning up to peck him on the lips and then wrench herself away, breathing heavily and grinning uncontrollably.
“Expecto Patronum!”
A silver mass erupted from her wand-she saw the strong, powerful legs before James grabbed her and kissed her again, laughing against her mouth.
“You’ve done it-you got it, Lily!”
He nibbled her lower lip and she sighed against his mouth, kissing him back slowly, before remembering that she hadn’t seen what form her patronus had taken.
“Wait-James-hold up a moment-“
She pulled away and looked at her patronus, eyeing it critically in the half-morning light. It stood with its head cocked to the side, staring at her-reminding her of someone-someone she could quite place. It was an animal-a moose, perhaps? No, an antelope-
“It’s a stag,” James whispered.
“Oh…oh, yes it is!” Lily said. Yes, a stag…a magnificent set of antlers, strong flanks, tall stance…its manner even radiated something-something utterly familiar but implacable…she had seen this stag before somewhere…
“Why a stag?” she whispered to the quiet room.
James swallowed. “I have no idea.”
As he spoke, her patronus inclined its head and she smiled a little half-smile at it, before it faded away into nothingness, and the patch of sunlight that had shown on it before lay forlorn on the flagstones of the tower room.
It registered.
This was the stag from her dream-the presence that had protected her during the night when she had lain cold and lonely in that ravine with only the dead mare for company-Ebony, had been the horse’s name; Ebony.
She didn’t mention it to James, but she did follow him out of the tower, and she didn’t miss his perturbed look, and the glances he kept throwing back at her.
Oh my god... such an incredible story. I'm absolutely in love. =)
I am a complete nerd.
I have stayed up all night reading Harry Potter fan fiction.
I am totally addicted.
Thanks BB. =)
Twenty minutes later, they climbed through the window again, tired, disheveled, and red-lipped from kissing, but ten times happier than they had been the night before.
“Think you’re ready for that patronus?” James muttered against her mouth. Lily nodded absently and drew her wand, kissing him again and detaching herself, before leaning up to peck him on the lips and then wrench herself away, breathing heavily and grinning uncontrollably.
“Expecto Patronum!”
A silver mass erupted from her wand-she saw the strong, powerful legs before James grabbed her and kissed her again, laughing against her mouth.
“You’ve done it-you got it, Lily!”
He nibbled her lower lip and she sighed against his mouth, kissing him back slowly, before remembering that she hadn’t seen what form her patronus had taken.
“Wait-James-hold up a moment-“
She pulled away and looked at her patronus, eyeing it critically in the half-morning light. It stood with its head cocked to the side, staring at her-reminding her of someone-someone she could quite place. It was an animal-a moose, perhaps? No, an antelope-
“It’s a stag,” James whispered.
“Oh…oh, yes it is!” Lily said. Yes, a stag…a magnificent set of antlers, strong flanks, tall stance…its manner even radiated something-something utterly familiar but implacable…she had seen this stag before somewhere…
“Why a stag?” she whispered to the quiet room.
James swallowed. “I have no idea.”
As he spoke, her patronus inclined its head and she smiled a little half-smile at it, before it faded away into nothingness, and the patch of sunlight that had shown on it before lay forlorn on the flagstones of the tower room.
It registered.
This was the stag from her dream-the presence that had protected her during the night when she had lain cold and lonely in that ravine with only the dead mare for company-Ebony, had been the horse’s name; Ebony.
She didn’t mention it to James, but she did follow him out of the tower, and she didn’t miss his perturbed look, and the glances he kept throwing back at her.
Oh my god... such an incredible story. I'm absolutely in love. =)