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Adult ++
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10
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2,790
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9
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Made To Wait
Chapter 3: Made To Wait
Harry lifted the fag one last time to his lips, drawing the nicotine deep into his lungs. His eyes fluttered closed for a mere second before snapping open once more. He casually flicked the butt of the fag into the damp grass at his feet before turning on his heel and heading back inside.
He didn’t bother to spare a glance at his relatives as he skirted the kitchen and headed upstairs. He closed his door tightly then added a twisting breeze to push against the door, keeping it from possibly being opened by anyone save Harry.
With his privacy now secured Harry turned to his desk. Headwig had been waiting for him. Harry smiled slightly at the bird before reaching for the letter tied to her leg. Headwig indulged his hast by extending her leg and waiting patiently for his half numb fingers to unravel the knot.
When the letter was finally free Harry settled himself on his narrow bed and began to read…
Dear Harry,
Sorry the letter is late again. Grandpa Sev keeps making us move around. He says there’s to much magic in us, like it‘s leaking or something. That it makes it easy to track us. But he’s working on a spell to mute our magic’s leaking thing, so that might not be such a big problem soon.
Grandpa Sevy say’s I should tell you that Moren is breathing a little easier now. But I still can’t find any trace of him. It’s like his mind isn’t there. But Moren said he’s not dead…just gone. I don’t know Harry. I can’t understand it and Moren is confused to. But I will keep trying. I promise. I miss him too, and Moren…well you know how she is. She still won’t sleep without both me and Sevy there.
Anyway I gotta go now. I’m going to shield this letter so only you can see it. Uncle Sev says there’s always a chance someone could catch Headwig. I think he’s wrong, Headwigs to smart to be caught. But it’s easier to agree with Sevy than to disagree. Especially since he’s still really worried about Moren. And about you Harry. He keeps saying you should be in a better hiding place. And then he start mumbling about evil muggles. Muggles are people who aren’t wizards aren’t they?
Oops. I really gotta go now Harry. Please write back soon. Grandpa Sev needs to know that YOU’RE still where you’re supposed to be.
I love you so much Harry!
Elenhien
Harry sighed in frustration as he lowered the letter. Still the same. He carefully burned the letter in his hand, letting the ashes drift over the floor.
Standing he cracked his back then seated himself at his desk. With a sheaf of parchment before him and a quill in his hand Harry set about responding to Elly’s worried letter.
Elly,
It’s okay. I assumed you were moving again when your letter didn’t arrive at the usual time. But let Severus know that if more then two day’s pass without me hearing from one of you I WILL come looking for you.
It’s good to hear that Moren’s breathing is improving. And please keep searching. I know it’s confusing but maybe…I’ll keep searching too.
It’s good to take precautions with Headwig. She is smart, I know, but we don’t want her to be attacked. And tell Snape I’m fine. He needs to focus on you two, not me.
I love you with all my heart Elly, Moren. And remember to write.
Harry
Harry tied to letter to Headwigs leg before using his sixth sense to twist the light around the letter until it was so darkly shadowed it would be invisible to anyone more than three feet away.
“There you are girl,” Harry said to the owl as he carried her to the window. “Deliver this one and then take a rest for a day. And make sure Moren is really getting better.”
Headwig gave a squawk of assent before taking off. Harry watched her go, only turning away when her body was no more than a speck.
With the twin’s letter taken care of Harry went back to his desk snatching a small cloth bag from one of the drawers. Releasing the wind holding the door closed he exited his room and made his way down stairs and into the living room.
The three occupants of the room ignored him right up until he cleared his throat.
“What is it boy?” Vernon demanded.
“It’s seven twenty-seven,” Harry said calmly. Not bothering to elaborate.
The Dursleys’ faces paled as one and they jumped to their feet. “Don’t go taking all night!” Vernon gruffly ordered, trying to mask his sudden fear. And then they were gone. Into the kitchen perhaps. Where they would eat and talk a bit, pretending that nothing at all was going on in their living room that wasn’t entirely normal.
Harry shook his head at his relatives’ idiocy before kneeling down in front of the hearth. It had taken a bit of work to set this up. First they had had to register it in the Ministry’s floo network catalogue. Then the process of shielding it to the point that it would only ever connect to one other hearth. Then had come the matter of convincing the Dursleys to leave him be for ten minutes every night.
But they had managed it in the end. And the sight of Harry starting a roaring fire with nothing more than a thought had done wonders for the Dursleys acceptance of Harry’s ten minutes.
It took Harry only a minute and ten seconds to go through he steps of firecalling now. ‘Practice makes perfect’ Harry mused as he waited for Blaise to answer.
“Ah, Harry, there you are,” Blaise said as he came into view.
“Hi Blaise, how is Pansy?” Harry asked, knowing that Pansy’s health reflect how useful Blaise might be to him.
“She’s well,” Blaise cheerfully admitted.
Harry inwardly sighed in relief. “Elly hasn’t been able to make any progress. But Morenii is feeling a bit better.”
Blaise nodded his head, understanding the implications. “Pansy hasn’t found anything from her sources but it’s slow going. She can’t raise suspicions.”
“I know. But this isn’t enough,” Harry snapped his shields lowing a bit to much as his despair came back to him.
“We’re doing all we can Harry,” Blaise told him, his tone sharp.
“Yes I know,” Harry said with a sigh. “But there is still the option of the scrying.”
Blaise frowned at him. “That’s too dangerous, Harry. I’m not letting Pansy try that and we both know any scrying I did would turn up crap.”
“I’m not talking about Pansy,” Harry snapped back. “Get me the things, Blaise, I will do it.”
“No.” Blaise said with a shake of his head.
Harry felt himself growl. “I will do it Blaise, nothing else is working.”
“Do you even KNOW what that kind of scrying can do to you? Even if you did find him there’s no guarantee that you would ever be able to tell us. There’s nothing to say it wouldn’t leave you a vegetable!”
Harry was loosing his patience with the Slytherin. “You told me yourself that I am more powerful than any of you had imagined! I can do this Blaise.”
“No! No you can’t. I’m not sure even Dumbledore could handle searching like that without someplace to start. You’re talking about using the darkest of arts to scry the entire country, if not the world! You can’t do it Harry. And there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you try!”
“Then what would you suggest I do?” Harry asked, his voice low and grating. He nearly said more but stopped himself. His emotions were too riled to trust himself with speaking. If Blaise thought he might leave the house Harry would never stand a chance. Blaise and Pansy would bind him to the house and he would never be able to help with the search.
“You need to wait, Harry,” Blaise told him with a sad smile. It was as Harry had assumed. He was to wait while the others worked. “I’ll let you know if there’s any news,” Blaise finally said when it became apparent that Harry was not about to speak again.
Harry mumbled something in the affirmative before pulling back from the fire.
‘That was useless,’ Harry mentally groused as he gathered up his pouch and headed back upstairs without a word.
The Scrying had been his best chance but if Blaise refused to get him the required items…Harry growled in anger. To think that Blaise would end up coddling him like Hermione had always done. ‘No Harry, it’s to dangerous. You just have to wait, Harry.’ Harry mentally mocked, then added aloud, “Yeah. Wait until Voldemort finds YOU. That should make things SO much easier.”
Harry sighed once more. Calming himself from his anger. He needed to focus. If Blaise refused to get him the items then he would just have to get them himself. There was little choice in the matter. Without anything to go on scrying was their best bet.
‘At least I know I can count on the Dursleys to not stop me form leaving the house or doing anything dangerous. They’d just love it if I ended up def, blind and mute. Yeah. There’s family for you…’ Harry’s bitter mental tone was overshadowed by his inner fear but he paid no mind to that. There were things to be done.
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Harry lifted the fag one last time to his lips, drawing the nicotine deep into his lungs. His eyes fluttered closed for a mere second before snapping open once more. He casually flicked the butt of the fag into the damp grass at his feet before turning on his heel and heading back inside.
He didn’t bother to spare a glance at his relatives as he skirted the kitchen and headed upstairs. He closed his door tightly then added a twisting breeze to push against the door, keeping it from possibly being opened by anyone save Harry.
With his privacy now secured Harry turned to his desk. Headwig had been waiting for him. Harry smiled slightly at the bird before reaching for the letter tied to her leg. Headwig indulged his hast by extending her leg and waiting patiently for his half numb fingers to unravel the knot.
When the letter was finally free Harry settled himself on his narrow bed and began to read…
Dear Harry,
Sorry the letter is late again. Grandpa Sev keeps making us move around. He says there’s to much magic in us, like it‘s leaking or something. That it makes it easy to track us. But he’s working on a spell to mute our magic’s leaking thing, so that might not be such a big problem soon.
Grandpa Sevy say’s I should tell you that Moren is breathing a little easier now. But I still can’t find any trace of him. It’s like his mind isn’t there. But Moren said he’s not dead…just gone. I don’t know Harry. I can’t understand it and Moren is confused to. But I will keep trying. I promise. I miss him too, and Moren…well you know how she is. She still won’t sleep without both me and Sevy there.
Anyway I gotta go now. I’m going to shield this letter so only you can see it. Uncle Sev says there’s always a chance someone could catch Headwig. I think he’s wrong, Headwigs to smart to be caught. But it’s easier to agree with Sevy than to disagree. Especially since he’s still really worried about Moren. And about you Harry. He keeps saying you should be in a better hiding place. And then he start mumbling about evil muggles. Muggles are people who aren’t wizards aren’t they?
Oops. I really gotta go now Harry. Please write back soon. Grandpa Sev needs to know that YOU’RE still where you’re supposed to be.
I love you so much Harry!
Elenhien
Harry sighed in frustration as he lowered the letter. Still the same. He carefully burned the letter in his hand, letting the ashes drift over the floor.
Standing he cracked his back then seated himself at his desk. With a sheaf of parchment before him and a quill in his hand Harry set about responding to Elly’s worried letter.
Elly,
It’s okay. I assumed you were moving again when your letter didn’t arrive at the usual time. But let Severus know that if more then two day’s pass without me hearing from one of you I WILL come looking for you.
It’s good to hear that Moren’s breathing is improving. And please keep searching. I know it’s confusing but maybe…I’ll keep searching too.
It’s good to take precautions with Headwig. She is smart, I know, but we don’t want her to be attacked. And tell Snape I’m fine. He needs to focus on you two, not me.
I love you with all my heart Elly, Moren. And remember to write.
Harry
Harry tied to letter to Headwigs leg before using his sixth sense to twist the light around the letter until it was so darkly shadowed it would be invisible to anyone more than three feet away.
“There you are girl,” Harry said to the owl as he carried her to the window. “Deliver this one and then take a rest for a day. And make sure Moren is really getting better.”
Headwig gave a squawk of assent before taking off. Harry watched her go, only turning away when her body was no more than a speck.
With the twin’s letter taken care of Harry went back to his desk snatching a small cloth bag from one of the drawers. Releasing the wind holding the door closed he exited his room and made his way down stairs and into the living room.
The three occupants of the room ignored him right up until he cleared his throat.
“What is it boy?” Vernon demanded.
“It’s seven twenty-seven,” Harry said calmly. Not bothering to elaborate.
The Dursleys’ faces paled as one and they jumped to their feet. “Don’t go taking all night!” Vernon gruffly ordered, trying to mask his sudden fear. And then they were gone. Into the kitchen perhaps. Where they would eat and talk a bit, pretending that nothing at all was going on in their living room that wasn’t entirely normal.
Harry shook his head at his relatives’ idiocy before kneeling down in front of the hearth. It had taken a bit of work to set this up. First they had had to register it in the Ministry’s floo network catalogue. Then the process of shielding it to the point that it would only ever connect to one other hearth. Then had come the matter of convincing the Dursleys to leave him be for ten minutes every night.
But they had managed it in the end. And the sight of Harry starting a roaring fire with nothing more than a thought had done wonders for the Dursleys acceptance of Harry’s ten minutes.
It took Harry only a minute and ten seconds to go through he steps of firecalling now. ‘Practice makes perfect’ Harry mused as he waited for Blaise to answer.
“Ah, Harry, there you are,” Blaise said as he came into view.
“Hi Blaise, how is Pansy?” Harry asked, knowing that Pansy’s health reflect how useful Blaise might be to him.
“She’s well,” Blaise cheerfully admitted.
Harry inwardly sighed in relief. “Elly hasn’t been able to make any progress. But Morenii is feeling a bit better.”
Blaise nodded his head, understanding the implications. “Pansy hasn’t found anything from her sources but it’s slow going. She can’t raise suspicions.”
“I know. But this isn’t enough,” Harry snapped his shields lowing a bit to much as his despair came back to him.
“We’re doing all we can Harry,” Blaise told him, his tone sharp.
“Yes I know,” Harry said with a sigh. “But there is still the option of the scrying.”
Blaise frowned at him. “That’s too dangerous, Harry. I’m not letting Pansy try that and we both know any scrying I did would turn up crap.”
“I’m not talking about Pansy,” Harry snapped back. “Get me the things, Blaise, I will do it.”
“No.” Blaise said with a shake of his head.
Harry felt himself growl. “I will do it Blaise, nothing else is working.”
“Do you even KNOW what that kind of scrying can do to you? Even if you did find him there’s no guarantee that you would ever be able to tell us. There’s nothing to say it wouldn’t leave you a vegetable!”
Harry was loosing his patience with the Slytherin. “You told me yourself that I am more powerful than any of you had imagined! I can do this Blaise.”
“No! No you can’t. I’m not sure even Dumbledore could handle searching like that without someplace to start. You’re talking about using the darkest of arts to scry the entire country, if not the world! You can’t do it Harry. And there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you try!”
“Then what would you suggest I do?” Harry asked, his voice low and grating. He nearly said more but stopped himself. His emotions were too riled to trust himself with speaking. If Blaise thought he might leave the house Harry would never stand a chance. Blaise and Pansy would bind him to the house and he would never be able to help with the search.
“You need to wait, Harry,” Blaise told him with a sad smile. It was as Harry had assumed. He was to wait while the others worked. “I’ll let you know if there’s any news,” Blaise finally said when it became apparent that Harry was not about to speak again.
Harry mumbled something in the affirmative before pulling back from the fire.
‘That was useless,’ Harry mentally groused as he gathered up his pouch and headed back upstairs without a word.
The Scrying had been his best chance but if Blaise refused to get him the required items…Harry growled in anger. To think that Blaise would end up coddling him like Hermione had always done. ‘No Harry, it’s to dangerous. You just have to wait, Harry.’ Harry mentally mocked, then added aloud, “Yeah. Wait until Voldemort finds YOU. That should make things SO much easier.”
Harry sighed once more. Calming himself from his anger. He needed to focus. If Blaise refused to get him the items then he would just have to get them himself. There was little choice in the matter. Without anything to go on scrying was their best bet.
‘At least I know I can count on the Dursleys to not stop me form leaving the house or doing anything dangerous. They’d just love it if I ended up def, blind and mute. Yeah. There’s family for you…’ Harry’s bitter mental tone was overshadowed by his inner fear but he paid no mind to that. There were things to be done.
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