Bewitching Harry ~ H.S. (Complete)

VI.

Well, this is the end. I didn't know that it would be this short. I enjoyed writing this so so so so much. I'm going to miss it. I know this story wasn't as popular. But it was super fun.
*EDIT: I feel like writing a saucy epilogue. So stay tuned.

VI.

Boo

For all intents and purposes, this is for research. I admit I'm bored, curious, and a wee bit tired but that's just a tiny part. This is, for the most part, a refresher to help me make the next nightmare a smashing success. It's really too bad these nightmares only have an audience of one, because holy cannoli, they're f*cking awesome.

Anyway, I find it truly important to see the canvas again, what with the recent developments.

I drop in without influencing the dream for "research."

Harry's sitting by a dock, wearing cut-offs and one of his silly Hawaiian shirts that he magically transforms into a fashion statement. I'm sure this is him in casual mode, but it still sort of resembles GQ. Then I hear a chorus of laughter and a bunch of kids attack him from behind. Well, rather, tickle him and shoot him with a water gun. The kids look familiar. They've all got curly hair. Not a single straight strand. I notice then that the kids aren't as pale skinned as Harry. Interesting. I mustn't make lofty conclusions.

Then, the mother arrives.

Harry

Boo, mother of my children, arrives. Her big black curly hair flowing behind her. Hence, all our kids have great manes. I feel like a proud papa.

You know what's the best thing about my wife? She doesn't cuss. Well, that's the next, next best thing. The best thing about her is her. Everything about her.

Around everyone else she's ridiculously shy, but when it's just the two of us she becomes this firework of excitement.

Can life be any greater?

I lay down on the grass and there on top of the trees is Boo dressed in black, staring at me with kohl-lined eyes. Scary stuff. She still has the mask on but I'm sure it's her.

I look at the Boo beside me, one dressed in white filigree, her caramel skin glimmering.

I look up again, at the trees and see she's gone.

Boo

They look like they're really having fun. I feel my feet slipping on the tree trunk and fluidly, I merge with my doppleganger.

Harry

It's her. It's really her. Not just a figment of imagination, but her. I've always known Boo's got some sort of magic inside her. Maybe she's a witch? Maybe our classmates teasing her to be a witch were all right. But I don't mind.

"So, this is our kids, huh?" She looks really pleased.

"Yep, this is Louis," I call our only daughter.

"Hi, mommy!" she said in a tiny voice.

Boo began laughing that weird laugh of hers and I felt myself melting. I then introduced the rest of our kids: the first born Liam, the troublemaker Zayn, and the super adorable, Niall.

I then tell the kids to go run home because mommy and daddy need some alone time. They all make eeew faces and tell us: "We don't need another brother!" "Or sister!"

We watch them disappear into the horizon when one of the kids, Zayn, trips on a log and starts crying.

"F*ck!" Boo yells and starts running to Zayn.