A story of love between Harry Potter, a young wizard who's just looking for what he wants out of life, and Angus MacGyver, an agent of a secret globetrotting government agency who is looking for love.
The two bump into each other and immediately the...
The next morning, around seven, Harry finally got out of bed. He didn't sleep, but he just laid there. He laid there thinking, Thinking about everything from the moment he met Mac, to that kiss with Collin, and to all the mistake he made throughout the week that led him to here. As he stood up from the bed he felt a headache smash the back of his head.
"Damn." He whispers to himself before grabbing some clothes.
As he gets dressed he can't help but imagine how great last night could've been, if he had never kissed Collin. How great the entire week here would've been. After getting dressed his opens the bedroom door slowly, looking out and listening for any signs of Mac. Nothing. He walks out and to Mac's bedroom door, placing his ear on the door. Nothing. He knocks on the door.
"Mac?" Harry whispers at the door.
Nothing. He walks down the hall and into the living room/kitchen area.
"Mac? Nothing.
He sees a piece of paper on the kitchen counter.
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"Oh..." The sign off on the letter really hurts Harry.
He goes to the window and looks out at the water.
MAC
Mac didn't sleep at all. He stayed up all night thinking about all that happened. Every time he thought about how much he loved Harry, his mind went straight to Collin, imagining them kissing. The more he thought about how mad he is at Harry, then his mind would go straight to how much he loves Harry and that he would do anything for him. But would he do anything for him? He questioned it all.
Around four in the morning, an idea came to Mac. When he was younger he would go camping when things were getting stressful. So that's what he does. He grabs his backpack, packs a couple of items including water, a towel, flashlight, bathing suit, and first aid kit. By five, he writes a note for Harry and leaves the cabin.
Walking through the woods he takes deep breathes, clearing his mind. All he thinks about is nature. He thinks about the animals, the trees, the wind, and the sun. He thinks about how simple it is. He thinks about when he would camp as a kid when times were simpler.
HARRY
Though he is sad, confused, and downright... well... down, Harry decides to do something other than stare into the abyss. He puts on his bathing suit and jumps and walks onto the dock. Sitting down, he dips his feet in the pool. The cool water relaxes him for a moment, making him forget about everything. He moves his feet around, feeling the water shift with each movement.
He looks down at the water, a small fish swimming past his feet. He takes a deep breath takes a bite of gillyweed, sliding into the water, letting himself drop down. As gills grow on his neck and webbing between his fingers and feet, Harry smiles for real for the first time in a week. He moves forward, swimming fast and deep down to the bottom of the lake. He looks around, fish swimming around him. In the distance he sees something on the ground, moving weirdly.
