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A/n: I told you guys that there would be a full repetition of the Charm (I also said that you’d see it again, and here it is!). :]
A brief reminder: ~*~|*|~*~ separates the present while ~*~ separates the past.
Chapter: The Anti-Gone Charm
Cicily pressed her hand to her neck where one of her main arteries was pumping up blood. The feel of her heart beat was calming as well as the cold of her hand on her warm neck. The comfort of her cold hand reminded her of Harry and how cold he would feel by her side, but she always warmed him up. And since it reminded her of Harry, she did it constantly in order to not forget about him.
“I’ll never forget him,” she breathed before she went to sleep.
She still had on her light blue dress from earlier and it felt comfortable to sleep in, so there was really no problem over that, but there was discomfort coming from her because of the same dream she had been dreaming a good two days ago.
Everything was hazy and slightly distorted. Everyone was in that a long hall and it had a ceiling like a cathedral. The hall was huge and the ceiling showed the sky in its pale brown and reddish aura. There were tables lining the sides of the room and everyone was sitting down and waiting; they were waiting for her to walk down the isle.
By her side was Severus, her step-dad. He was smiling at her warmly and he looked younger as he continued to beam down at her.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
Cicily nodded and so they started to walk down the isle that was carpeted with an earth-like brown. When she looked up from the ground to see the front of the room (where a table once) was an alter stood as well as the love of her life, the messy-haired Harry Potter. He was waiting for her, but he did not turn around just once to see her arrive by his side.
“Before we begin, is there an impediment or objection to this union?”
Cicily looked up to see Kingsley Shacklebolt, who looked grave and serious. As always. she smiled as she looked to her sides. Behind her was Hermione, Ginger (giving her a thumbs-up), and Ginny. Cicily raised an eyebrow at Ginny, but she only beamed and waved. When she turned to look at Harry’s side she saw Ron, Sirius, and Markus who was grinning at her.
Cicily’s smile grew wider as she saw Harry turn towards her. He smiling widely at her while his emerald green eyes brightened.
He whispered to her, “I love you; please come back.”
“I’m here; forever,” she replied. “I’ll be with you forever.”
And just as soon as the words drifted from her mouth his face saddened.
“I need you; come back.”
“I’m here, Harry-“
“No, you’re not. You’re too far away to reach,” he told her sadly as he tried to touch her hands. He couldn’t reach them and Cicily didn’t know why until she noticed that they couldn’t touch each other. “I need you, but you’re so far away…”
Cicily’s eyes started to water and soon she started to cry, “That’s not possible because I’m here, Harry, I’m here, right beside you!”
“No, you’re not. You’re too far away to reach…” his voice drawled.
Kingsley then raised his voice, “Too far to reach each other – it is a sign; an omen. You two can not wed.”
Cicily’s heart felt wretched. She couldn’t marry her heart’s true love?
“No!” she objected. “We’re right beside each other can’t you notice?”
Harry continued to drawl, “Too far away… too far to reach… I need you…”
“You can not even touch each other, thus, you can not wed,” Kingsley said as a final remark and then he announced, “The wedding is over!”
Everyone around the still objecting Cicily started to frown and diminish. Markus and Ginny; Sirius and Ginger; as well as Ron and Hermione left. Everyone, including them, looked very disappointed.
Soon everything was disappearing except for Harry, who was trying to reach out to her, but now he was slowly easing away, telling her, “Come to me… I need you…”
Cicily tried to grasp his hand, but instead of going for his hand she automatically was swept to the side. It was as if Harry and her were magnets except turned on their axis so that the energetic fields were different and so they couldn’t touch each other…
“I…” Cicily sobbed once she was alone in her darkness.
She clasped her hands around her knees and sobbed.
“I need you too,” she whispered lovingly, but it was much too late to say it, she realized as she continued to sob.
Once she had woken up from it she noticed that she was still sobbing and that her heart was quenched with the loss of her Harry. Every time her Mother and Severus would be by her sides to console her. Sometimes even little Marcella cheered her up, but Cicily always ended up making her little sister cry. So Marcella was strictly off bounds for a while.
At the moment little Marcella cried her lungs out and Severus sped out of the room saying, “I’ll be back in a moment.”
Margo nodded to him and then turned to look at her daughter. “Have you made up your mind yet, dear?”
“I… I think that I have, but I’m not sure if I should do what I think I should…” Cicily told her after drinking down the relaxant that Severus had given her.
Margo smiled gently at her daughter and gave her a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll give you some time to think it through then. Breakfast will be downstairs, okay?”
“Yeah, thanks, Mum,” the black-haired and blue-eyed woman agreed.
Margo smiled one last time and retreated from the room, closing the door gently causing a safe “click” to emit. This left Cicily in her own thoughts; she worried over Harry and what might become of her if he meets someone else.
“I’ll be gone,” she whispered as tears trickled down her cheeks again.
Harry woke up early in the morning to the sound of his alarm clock. He hit the small thing so hard that he thought he heard a crack come from it.
Instantly he noticed that he actually had broken a part of it. So he waved his wand at it with a quick Reparo, the alarm clock was mended.
“I wouldn’t be doing this if she was here,” Harry sighed.
Then as he did every morning, he tried to call her energy towards him. He felt it tug three times until he gave up for the day. She was stubborn, as usual.
“Might as well eat some breakfast and read some,” he decided while slumping his shoulders on his way down to the kitchen and putting on his robe.
His Father’s journal was in his hand and he was planning on reading the rest of his Father’s love story. He was finished with the tagged pages that were labeled “Forsaking Flower”, which probably meant “Leaving Lily” to Harry.
When he got to the kitchen he served himself some cereal and a glass of juice. At least he had something to eat, he noted even though he missed the usual pancakes, bacon, and egg breakfast.
I’ll get to learn about that later. He decided it so as he flipped his Father’s worn out book to the next tag.
The Anti-Gone Charm
It’s been a while since she’s been gone. Pamela apologized, but what good will her apology do? She’s gone; my flower’s gone, but I keep thinking about the Charm that I’m making. It’ll probably help, I think.
The Charm is actually The Anti-Gone Charm.
James Charles Potter
James and Pamela were sprawled out on different couches in the sitting room. Pamela was holding a notebook and scribbling down details, but she had stopped a few moments ago.
“James, I understand why you didn’t tell her, but… this is ridiculous,” she sighed. “I’ve never known her to be so jealous.”
“Right,” James replied as he waved his wand at his ceiling, conjuring a dart that hit one of the many old holes that were on the ceiling.
It was his favorite game, but it had been banned when Lily had noticed the walls that were in the ceiling. James could remember that as if it were just yesterday…
James, stop doing that! The ceiling will come falling down on you if you keep that up!
Immediately he stopped and made his dart disappear. If Lily’s voice was in his head he might as well stop doing anything that she warned him about. However, he did it only because it was very eerie. She was not there, but if felt as if she was there…
The Charm! James pursed his lips as he tried to remember where he put the parchments that had the Charm on it… The Study!
He grinned, getting up from his couch.
Pamela asked skeptically, “Where’re you going?”
“Upstairs; I need to get something important,” he informed her, now going up the stairs to his study.
Pamela called, “Alright, I’ll just be here finishing up Lily’s party stuff!”
“Okay!” James called back. “Thanks, Pam!”
“You’re welcome,” she replied warmly, but went back to frowning. “I hope that Lily comes back.”
Then she continued to write down the preparations and the materials that were needed for the birthday party, but what hope was there?
Lily wouldn’t come back after the misunderstanding.
She wouldn’t come back after seeing her fiancé get hugged by her own best-friend; not when she didn’t know that the friend had been there to help out.
For all Pamela knew, Lily was never coming back.
James skidded to a halt when he saw the plans that were on the fine pieces of parchment on his desk. The plans were for his creation; one creation that he hadn’t been able to see himself perform. This creation would have made anyone (even Severus Snape) regard James as a genius.
The plans went over the complications of his Charm; the charm that could return any loved one to his or her place and never be gone from the person who had summoned them. The catch to this Charm was that the person (witch or wizard) had to feel the other person’s unique energy.
According to James’ deep research, a person’s energy was like a light; a key of some sort. Usually when two people were involved with each other, the two of them would give each other their key – their trust, effort, and love. Supposedly a person’s energy allowed witches and wizards to do Apparition by using a place’s energy. The same technique was used for a wizard or witch to follow another after one had Apparated.
Yet, to get a person’s energy, you had to think about that person’s mere essence.
James had everything written; even the spell name was actually there. It was easy to remember, but it was also very easy to mess up since it had to be said very fast.
His first try on the spell had been done with his Grandmother’s poodle, Pauper. The dog had been placed in the attic while James practiced the spell downstairs.
He had murmured the spell rapidly, “Anti-gone Pauper.”
The dog yelped out of the attic and ran down the series of steps faster than a jolt of lightening. Ever since that time, the dog had been by his side until it died a whole year back.
James tried to maintain his mind on his precious Lily and forgot about Pauper for the moment.
“Anti-gone Lily,” he murmured rapidly as he pointed his wand tip at his heart while he thought of Lily’s fiery red-hair and almond-shaped emerald-green eyes, “Anti-gone Lily.”
He tried; he did.
Pamela ended up telling him that the idea was pointless. He had to go to her parents’ by foot or by Apparating there. The spell couldn’t work since it was not properly made.
He continued reciting it every day though.
That was until his wedding day arrived…
Harry snapped out of James Potter’s journal when the sound of a phone rang.
He sighed, now remembering that he had a phone. Well, Cicily had bought it so that they could stay in touch with everyone that didn’t necessarily yell into the receiver.
“Hello?” he asked when he picked up the phone. “Harry Potter listening.”
Her voice could not be misheard; even if she were in the middle of a very heavy traffic-jam in the busy streets of London. Harry’s heart seemed to have triggered in his throat.
“Y-yeah?” he asked after clearing his throat. “Cicily…?”
She seemed very gushy when she said, “I miss you.”
That soon started Harry on with his own gushy feelings flowing freely from himself.
“I miss you too, Sisi, come back, will you, please? I need you!”
Cicily’s breath seemed to catch and then she let it go. “Harry, I need you too… but how do we... never mind.”
“What?” his voice was skeptical.
“I’ll be there in a few seconds,” she confirmed sternly. “You better hope that no one’s there.”
Harry asked, “Why?” but it was too late. She had hung up already.
Then in less than ten seconds, there was a pop at the door and a very sharp knock. He immediately unlocked the door and saw her, disheveled and all. Her eyes were puffy, her eyes had dark shadows under them, and her hair was a mess. It looked like she had just woken up, but to Harry… she was still beautiful.
“Darling… you’re beautiful,” he whispered to her as he wrapped his arms around her and reeled her into the house.
She wrapped her arms around his neck whilst he kicked the door closed. “Harry, what happened to Ginny?”
“She’s nothing to me. Haven’t you seen how she has Markus twirled around her finger?” Harry laughed.
Cicily frowned. “But you don’t have anything – no feelings – towards her?”
“None at all, but I do feel like an older brother to her,” he confessed. “I think that’s what I felt the other day.”
She smiled faintly at him. “I was stupid.”
“So was I to let you go so easily,” he replied and then gave her soft kisses on the lips.
Then he took her upstairs to their room and told her, “Wait, okay?”
She waited while he went to the top of his night table. The little velvet covered box was still there and he brought it with him. When he was in front of her he kneeled and asked her, “Will you marry me?”
“After what I did to you?” she seemed aghast.
He nodded. “After what you did to me and what I did to you to cause you so much pain.”
“After Ginny left you?” Cicily asked with a raised eyebrow.
Harry let his shoulders slump as he sighed, “Yes.”
“Harry, you really didn’t have to say that. I already know about the two of you and you just told me a while ago…”
“Er… why are you stalling?”
“I just wanted to…”
“You don’t want to marry me?!”
“No, no… that’s not it…”
“What is it then?”
Cicily smiled a crinkly smile now. It looked lovely even though her complexion didn’t really go with it. Harry didn’t really care for as long as her blue eyes were gleaming with radiating warmth, he would be happy.
“Will you be with me forever?” she asked quietly.
He nodded and then let a kiss stay on her lips for a while, this time he whispered to her, “Always, Sisi, always.”
“Then yes, I will gladly marry you,” Cicily answered gleefully.
Harry slid the ring onto her ring finger; to the ring’s rightful place.
A few hours later, Harry received an Owl.
It was from his fiancé’s step-father and it read as follows:
My daughter may have accepted you again, but I will warn you just once:
DO NOT BREAK HER HEART AGAIN.
If you do; you will answer to me.
A few seconds later another owl arrived. It was being held by a large bird with a multi colored beak this time.
Harry & Cicily,
We have heard that you are doing well now (this was actually second-hand information). Sirius wishes you both the best in the wedding planning. If you need a best man and a bridesmaid, we’re here, eligible without application.
Anyway, we are having fun here at Cancun and yes, we’re still exchanging journals at the time being, but we’re still adding on.
Being married is fun. Hopefully your marriage is fun as well.
Keep yourselves under firm check; good luck.
Ginger & Sirius Black
Send us an invitation, won’t you?
Cicily kissed Harry’s cheek when she came down to look over his shoulder.
Just before they started eating, she advised him, “Don’t worry about Severs’ complaint. It’s just an empty threat.”
“I hope so,” Harry murmured as he bit into a treacle pancake.
~*~|*|~*~ A/n: So here it is; your newest chapter. :D I’m pretty glad at the way it came out. Harry and Cicily are back together again! Yay!
The next chapter is called “Central American Adventure [Part 1]” since I owe some people the adventures of Ginger, the Herbologist that spent nearly four years in Central America.
We have a month left for Cicily and Harry’s wedding though. :]
Be the wedding planner. What will their wedding be like?
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