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Chapter Nine: Happy Days


Finally things were back to the way they used to be. Like after you woke up from the dead.

Wait….

Now, you could finally say that you were happy to be curled up in Tom’s embrace as he read the Daily Prophet. Things were normal. Or, as normal as an evil dictator-hopeful and his girlfreind curled up reading the Daily Prophet could be…

So, all in all, pretty much normal.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, the next meeting is Thursday…”

“Mmmhhhmm…. Okay…” You murmered, breathing in the fire that was currently burning in the fireplace.

“Why are you so happy today?” He asked into your hair, turning the page to the editorials.

“You…”

You could sense him smiling, “What else? I shouldn’t have even asked…”

“No… you shouldn’t have…” You said. You bent back and kissed him quickly on the lips, then returned to resting your head on his arm.

“You know… I have a surprise for you…”

You immediately perked up, “Really?”

“Of course. A wonderful surprise…” He stood up and took you with him, all in a single movement.

“Come with me?” he asked, looking down, a loving glaze in his eyes.

“To the ends of the earth…” You breathed, before you side-apparated away.






“Where are we?”

“A childhood memory…”

“A cliff? Why are you taking me to a cliff?”

“I want to show you something…”

“What? Rocks?”

“Um… no.”

He took your hand and pulled you away from the entrance, towards the cliff.

“I wanted to show you the sunset.”
The sun, from your perspective, seemed to be about a foot above the water line, bouncing gently in a cradle of gold. Colors fanned out from the top, mostly yellow, pink and purple, slowly fading into a deep, midnight blue. “Oh, Tom!” You sighed, hugging him without taking your eyes away from the horizon.

“Come here…” He said, pulling you closer to the edge. He sat you down, using his strong arms to gently push you down. He sat down next to you, causally pulling you closer to him.

“We are going to have this soon…” He whispered in your ear.

“What do you mean?” You asked softly, nuzzling into his neck.

“Someday, we are going to OWN it…”

“You can’t own the sun, Tom…” You asked, giggling, “WE can’t own the sun.”

“Of course we can. We have magic on our side, don’t we? We are going to own the sun.” He asked, sounding deadly serious. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Fine, Tom. But can I have Neptune to keep my hairclips on?”

“Anything for you Charlie.” You could feel the smile radiating from his face.

“Anything, eh?” You asked, “Will you buy me the Indian Ocean?”

“I’m not going to buy it for you. We will already own it….”

“Tom, are you really-”

“Look at this, Charlie! All of this! Soon… soon it’s all going to be ours!”

“Tom… you can’t own the world.”

“Well… you are going to own it with me, are you not? Along with the little one-” He gently placed his hand on your stomach. You look down at his hand, and placed your own on top of his.

“Tom… your scaring me…” You said softly, glancing up at his face. You noticed his eyes had once again taken a red sheen.

“Nothing to be scared about, Charlie… nothing at all…” His grasp on you tightened, and you were no longer able to look at him. His words did disturb you. But as much as you wanted to do or say the right thing, you pushed your words to the back of your mind. You wanted to have a good time.

“So…” you said, trying to change the subject, “Any new raids?”






“So, we wrote the Professor… he was very happy to accept Sarah back into the program.”

“Excellent! I’m going to assume he mailed you the list of supplies?”

“Oh… yes… right here…” Jordan pulled out a crinkled piece of paper and handed it to you. It had a rip down the middle, messily taped up.

“Sarah,” Jordan said, as if it was obvious, “Isn’t exactly thrilled.”

You offered a small smile, “I can tell. Now… I’m going to assume that you don’t know where Diagon Alley is?”

“Well… my pther daughters know…”

You had to bite your lip from gasping in horror, “I’ll take her! It would be my pleasure! She could even meet some of my friends!”

Every second with Sarah counted.

“Oh… that would be great.!”

“I’ll pick her up tomorrow… how’s 1 o’clock?”

“Excellent. I’ll go tell her.”

“Okay… see you tomorrow Mr. Peters!”

“Jordan.”

“Jordan. See you tomorrow…”

He gave you a smile and a nod as he walked up the stairs, where Sarah was doing some Muggle homework in her room. It reminded you so much of your other children. You would have given anything to go walking up the stairs too.

You gave a small and sad smirk, and walked out the door.


A/N Okay... short chapter... but I have finals next week... then SUMMER!!! Hopefully, I'll be able to finish this by around September... it's going to be a good one, folks! Review = cookie!!!

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