Disclaimer: Nothing is mine and it all belongs to J.K. Rowling, but that’s just because she owns the books (which means that she owns the Potterverse… which means that every single person that you know that’s related to Harry Potter – or Larry Otter – is not of my imagination ;])!
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Note: My newest piece of inspiration (which awoke my Muse…!) is the movie “Phantom of the Opera” the 2004 version, that is. I believe that I’ve fallen in love with the Phantom… and may be… Sev is fit for the role in the reception. :]
A reminder: ~*~ separates the past whilst ~*~|*|~*~ separates the present.
Chapter: The Anti-Gone Charm [Part 1]
“Are we done yet?” Harry pondered as he levitated a bunch of shopping bags from the line of his sight.
Cicily turned around to look at him with an arched eyebrow. “Excuse me… what?”
“Are we done yet?” Harry asked again and then sighed.
His fiancé giggled, “No, silly, we’re not done yet, but we’re almost done. We just need to visit Daria.”
“Okay, but let’s hurry, these boxes won’t be under my wand for a longer while.” Harry smiled.
Cicily only rolled her eyes and continued to walk down Hogsmeade Central.
After an hour or so – or what Harry thought was an hour – the couple was finished with their shopping at last! Harry was grateful, for Cicily and he went back to their home to leave the groceries and then left off to Daria’s café.
Harry smoothed Cicily’s hand over with his thumb when she had opened the door to the café. It had become a habit for some time now; he liked to smooth her hand over with his thumb though. The softness of it seemed to be feedback to his thumb and he loved the feel of it…
That was until Cicily waved off to her cousin, Daria. He stopped caressing her hand and just squeezed her hand slightly. She squeezed back just as Daria appeared.
She was carrying two large trays that had different meals on them. “Why, hello, it has been a long time since I have seen you here, Sisi, Harry.”
Cicily nodded. “Yeah, I know, but we’ve been kind of busy with invitations and all.”
“Oh, so now you are getting married?” Daria teased with a smile.
Harry saw Cicily’s cheeks flush as he answered, “Yes, she is and she’s getting married to me.”
Cicily’s cheeks seemed to glow as she looked down at the tiled floor that was part of the entrance area of the restaurant. Harry simply squeezed her hand.
“Aw, so now Mr. Potter makes a stand for his true love,” Daria giggled. “Well, let’s not stand here, I have orders to fill and places to go.” And with that, Daria turned and walked by three tables, serving early dinners for a party of three, and a loner, whom was swirling a long glass of amber liquid around.
Harry took a double-take. The loner looked familiar in a way… but he could not place his suspicions in the right place, even as the loner looked up when he was served.
Clear blue eyes met green.
Harry’s mind tried to find who in the world the loner was and why there was a sudden force pushing him away. So, Harry blocked his eyes from the person when Cicily squeezed his hand and lead him after Daria’s departing figure.
Once the three of them were at the counter, Cicily grinned, “Well, yes, Daria, we’re getting married and well… we want to invite you to the wedding.”
She slid a crisp white envelope to her cousin, who immediately opened it to look at the neat design of the invitation.
Once she had read it over, her dark blue eyes widened. “Indeed?”
“Yes, we want you to be there and I want you to be one of my best maids,” Cicily answered.
When Daria turned to Harry, he nodded. “We’d like to see you at our wedding and yeah, we’d like to see you take part in it.”
The dark auburn haired-woman smiled as her eyes swelled with tears. “Oh… let us have a good hot chocolate and a Chocolate Torte for the sake of it.”
As she bustled to make the Chocolate Torte and the hot chocolate, Harry and Cicily glanced at each other. Cicily looked at him shyly, but he grasped her chin and brought it up gently.
And they kissed whilst pots and pans sounded from the kitchen.
For some odd reason, it felt as if their kiss had happened like this before…
The room seemed quiet enough. Even Marcella was quiet, since she was sleeping and dreaming about quacking ducks and a rocking boat that was sailing over the ocean. Of course, her dream was filled with her Mummy and her Dadums. They were swimming alongside her rocking boat.
They were also merrily talking in various words that she did not understand.
“So, we’re not having a baby yet?” Mummy asked.
Dadums answered sadly, “Not this time yet, my dear. Luckily not this time yet. We have yet to worry about Marcey.”
Then Mummy and Dadums looked down into the basket to smile warmly and tickle Marcella, whom was obliged to giggle.
She was a baby after all.
Sirius and Ginger gazed at each other as they cuddled at the edge of the beach. Cancun was beautiful during the night, apparently, and the two of them seemed to find that it was indeed one of the most romantic places to be. That is, with the beach, a brilliant half-moon, and having each other. They also were toasting marshmallows in a blue fire that was kept in a glass jar.
Ginger and Sirius ate from each others’ marshmallows and they also ate Smores.
“Trust me, they’re good,” Ginger advised as she gave him one.
The chocolate was melting onto the marshmallow and it looked quite delicious. Sirius, being the gentleman, nodded curtly, “I’ll take your word for it.”
Then he plopped the smore into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed some conjured milk.
“Ah, that was good,” he grinned.
Ginger rolled her eyes. “Well, of course, it was good. It’s a sweet.”
“It’s not as sweet as you though, Gin,” he whispered, pulling her close.
Then Ginger didn’t know what happened, they were just kissing the next moment.
It seemed to feel right though, with the moon watching them embrace and sigh with happiness.
“I can’t believe that I married you,” she whispered.
Sirius only managed to answer, “Neither can I, but what can I say? You are the only woman I would have ever chosen, Ginger Byerly Black.”
Before she could utter a word, he kissed her.
If a younger Sirius or Ginger had heard that they would have ended up together, they would have laughed in the face of who ever told them. It really wasn’t something that they would have found amusing, honestly.
Once Harry and Cicily had had their fill of Chocolate Torte and hot chocolate, they went home. Well, they went home after giving Daria hugs and kisses (Harry only got kissed on the cheek and he was yanked away by Cicily before Daria could ask him to kiss her cheek, since it was a custom).
When they reached the house that had once been Cicily’s childhood home, Harry opened the door for Cicily.
She curtsied and grinned, “Why thank you, sir.”
“Well, it is what I do, Madame,” Harry replied with a smirk, “I open the door for the maiden that I love.”
Cicily raised an eyebrow. “’Maiden’ now am I?”
“Well… nah, you’re the woman that I love,” Harry tried to patch that up.
And as she sat down at one of the sofas, she sighed, “You really are quite the gentleman, Harry, quite. Still, there’s something that’s not very completing about today… I can’t really place it…”
“Did you see the loner back at the restaurant?” Harry asked, hoping that she had.
She nodded, “Yes, but he was just a loner. Why do you ask?”
“There’s something quite familiar about him, that’s all,” he answered whilst he joined her on the sofa.
“He was probably just a loner, Harry, but if you want to do your Auror thing, go ahead and investigate,” Cicily told him as she started to massage his back.
He leaned into her hands and then he grunted, “I suppose… you’re… right. Then again… I’ll find out… sooner… or… later.”
He felt his clenched muscles relax as she finished and sat down beside him in the sitting room.
“Right,” she continued, “still, there’s something that’s missing about today… Oh, I know!”
“What?” Harry asked as he straightened his shirt. “What is it that you’re missing today? Another pack of silver ware or a set of magical revolving lights?”
“No, silly, none of that,” she dismissed his notion. “I meant that we’re missing a reading from your Dad’s journal… I mean, we never got to finish your Dad’s ‘Anti-Gone Charm’ entry.”
“Oh… that’s true… I haven’t finished reading it either,” Harry replied, nodding.
“Well, let’s read it since there are really no more things to do for today, then,” Cicily told him as she got up.
Harry also got up and said, “I’ll get the journal.”
“And I’ll get something to snack on from the kitchen,” she added. “Want some fruit?”
“After that giant Chocolate Torte from Daria?” Harry asked and then answered warily, “No, thanks.”
“Fine then, I’ll just get enough fruit for myself,” Cicily shrugged.
Then the two of them went on to get their things and by the time that Cicily had already finished filling a cup full of fruit, she sat down in the living room. She sighed when she saw that Harry was there, immersed in the pages.
“Hey, I thought that we were going to read it together,” she said defiantly.
Harry merrily looked up at her with a smirk, “Sorry, my dear, but normally it’s always me who reads it aloud.”
“Can’t I read it aloud this time?” she asked tenderly with a caramel coated smile.
Harry shook his head as he pointed out her cup, which was full of fruit. “Not with that, you’re not. You can’t read when you’re going to eat fruit; honestly, it’s not safe multi-tasking.”
“You’re right, for the first time today,” she sighed, but she smiled.
Eventually she sat down beside him and they cuddled. After one kiss, she told him, “Go on, then, read to your heart’s content.”
“Whatever,” he replied, rolling his eyes as he flicked through the tags that were on the old and worn brown book. “Hmm… here it is.”
The Anti-Gone Charm
Once he reached the second tab (Forsaking Flower), he found a tab that looked harassed. It was bent and wrinkled. Apparently it had faired worse than the other tabs. Harry started to wonder why.
Of course, the tab was just labeled the same as the one before Forsaking Flower.
“I wonder if the charm worked for him as it worked for us,” Cicily whispered.
Harry nodded. “I wonder that too…”
“Well, go on, read aloud, please,” she replied after giving him a soft peck on the cheek.
After looking back at her and pressing a kiss to her forehead, he turned back to the book, straightened the pages, and read.
The Anti-Gone Charm, a charm that I had invented with Remus back in the ages of old, is meant to bring back loved ones. But there’s something about the Charm that I haven’t quite figured out…
Why isn’t it working on me?
Well, I thought that I would find out back when I started to use it… but now, I’ve noticed why – my Forsaking Flower, my Lily, is gone and I need her like a tree needs water and fresh air to live and survive…
Lance Noming, a man of twenty, just like James Potter, lolled at James Potter’s kitchen table. He was eyeing the apple pie that was still in its box.
“And I’m sure that she came back just to get the pie,” James pointed out again.
The pie was pointed at again and at the same time Lance wondered if he could heat it up and eat it to his gusto. Yet, he knew that the pie was really not up to eating… even if it served as a reminder of Lily’s leaving.
And just as James was about to talk, Lance held up his hand. James closed his mouth whilst Pamela, a friend of theirs, sat down for the fifth time during the day.
“You have gone over this too many times, James,” Lance interrupted him. “Why don’t you just phone her parents, ask if she’s there, and then talk to her?”
James sighed, “Mate, I told you that Lily has their number in her address book and I haven’t been able to find that bloody book-“
“You want Lily to come back and you’re just cursing the girl’s things, James!” Pamela frowned. “Honestly, don’t you have a mind to think on?” She pressed a finger to her own skull.
Lance smirked, “She has a point, you know.”
“Fine, so she does, but what do I do? I’ve tried to use my Charm, but it’s not working,” James hesitated as he ran a hand through his jet-black hair.
Lance’s thin blonde eyebrows rose up to meet his hairline. “You actually had enough sense to make a Charm?”
“Yes, I did, as you can clearly see,” James retorted as he stopped pacing to join Lily’s friends at the table.
Pamela snorted. “Lily was right, you do have a far stretched ego.”
“Er…James, please. Do not enlighten us with off subject stuff,” Lance interrupted him, once again holding his hand up. “Let’s get to the main idea of what’s going on, right?”
And before James could reply, Pamela nodded. “Yeah, please continue, Lance.”
The blonde man smiled widely as he intertwined his fingers together in order to prop his chin on them.
“So, Lily left after Pam, here, hugged you,” Lance started, “and then Lily came back to get this,” he pointed out the apple pie that was still in its box and on the table, “but since Lily saw you, she left. Right?”
“Yes, that about sums it all up,” James agreed.
Lance nodded and stood. “I think that I’ll take a stroll outside. You do have a garden, don’t you?”
“Yeah, it’s out in the back,” James answered as he lowered his face into his arms.
Lance smiled weakly as he told him, “Thanks, mate.”
“You’re welcome,” came James’ muffled reply.
Once Lance had exited the room, Pamela whispered, “I’m sorry, James, I really am.”
And as always, James answered, “I’m sorry too, Pam.”
The wedding day was nearing and all the people that had been invited were very anxious for the day to arrive. They had been, after all, some of the people that voted them as one of the top couples at Hogwarts. It was a shame that they didn’t know that they had separated though.
And it was all because of a pie, a best friend, and a coincidence.
The wedding day arrived at last and the apple pie still resided in the confinements of the fridge. It was untouched and uneaten – as was the wedding cake, which stood regally at the reception area that James and Lily had rented. It had seven layers of strawberry cream, vanilla swirls, and chocolate insides.
And on top a plastic couple in traditional wedding robes were, arm in arm, and wearing their wedding rings.
Sirius Black held the wedding rings that would be in use during the ceremony and he wondered when the bride would come. Beside Sirius was Lance Noming, whom was combing back his gelled hair. He looked suspicious due to his never ending glace at his watch. And beside him were the maids: Pamela, Samantha Ludwig, Grace Megs, Natila Johansson, Morgan Bruche, and Victoria Shields.
All six of them were wearing the same pale pink dresses and shawls. And most of them had their manageable hair pinned with roses and pixie lights. Morgan kept pinching the underside of one of her roses.
“Aren’t we supposed to be with Lily?” she whispered to Pamela, her cousin.
Pamela replied quietly, “Yes.”
“Then why are we here?” she pondered.
Pamela sighed, “You’ll see.”
And then the friends that were in the room returned to look at the groom, whom had his eyes closed and was waving his wand. His lips were mumbling something.
But everyone would know about it sooner or later.
Harry stopped reading when he noticed that Cicily was falling asleep against his shoulder.
“Keep reading, Harry,” she whispered as she snuggled closer to him.
He wrapped his arm around her, buried his face in her short black hair, and disagreed, “No, Sisi, if I read any further you’d miss most of the story.”
“You sound like a little kid, you know,” he chuckled, but kissed her forehead.
Her dark blue eyes narrowed to see his, but she stopped glaring to yawn. And after her yawn, she snuggled close to Harry.
“We should be heading upstairs, Sisi…”
“What if it’s more comfortable here?” she asked, “What if I don’t want tah move?”
“Your grammar must change, but fine, we’ll stay here,” he whispered.
“Then we’ll finish the story up tomorrow morning?” Cicily asked quietly as her eyes closed.
Harry nodded. “Yes, we will.” And after he kissed both of her eyelids, he whispered, “Good night, love.”
Before she could ask another question, Harry summoned a wooly blanket and together they fell asleep.
~*~|*|~*~ A/n: I’m very sorry that I haven’t updated as fast as I should have, but I’ve been entranced by many ideas. Well, I’ve been working on a project (as has one of my favorite co-writers). It’s exciting plot has yet to be finished and shown to one of my best friends from school, who has told me that they know an editor. And apparently I have seen the first glimpse of an opportunity.
And it wasn’t in work clothes.
Anyway, here is a question for my reviewers (if ever there are any):
Where is Lily?
How in the world will we know?
We’ll get to know sooner or later. Let’s just say that there are not only three journals (or diaries) and a pensieve that have been discovered…
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