One Body...Two lives...A Harry Potter Romance/Mystery

Chapter 4

Recap:

When his footsteps began to die down the steps, I slowly opened the door, looking to make sure he was completely gone.

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Tiptoeing down the hallway, I stood in front of the door I had hoped was his. I lightly knocked on the door, not wanting anyone downstairs to hear. Pressing my ear to the door, I tried to hear for some sign of life inside the room. I ended up concentrating much harder than needed and gasped in shock when the door opened abruptly, causing me to fall to the floor...almost.

Opening my eyes, I met the sight of someone's chest, and slowly looking up I timidly gazed into the green eyes of my ‘rescuer’. "Thanks…" I whispered, standing back up and averting my gaze to the door frame. "Sorry if I'm intruding on anything, I had just hoped I could introduce myself downstairs, but your Uncle made it seem as though you were unwelcome."

"When am I ever welcome." he scoffed, more as an afterthought to himself. I couldn’t help but gaze at him curiously by that remark.

Trying to change the subject to a much lighter tone I piped back in, "I'm Lynli Stone, your new neighbor." I gave him the best smile I could muster up and reached out my hand.

"Well, Lynli Stone, I'm Harry Potter, glad to have you."

Hearing those words, I don't think I'd ever been so excited. It was odd to hear someone say they were glad to see me- of all people; I just hope it wasn't out of fake kindness...and, as I shook his hand, it also felt like nothing before; but then again, I've never held anyone’s hand before. It was soft, gentle, and electrifying-literally. The hand shake only lasted a moment when red sparks began to shoot from my hand, sending pink puffs of smoke wafting to the ceiling.

Tearing my hand from his, I held it against myself as if that would hide it and take away what had just happened; that the sparks would go away all together.

Head hung low and eyes glued to the floor, I quickly stepped out of the doorway and into the hallway. No thought was necessary; it was just automatic action now. "I'm so sorry, If I hurt you I didn't mean to...I don't know what...I don't what came over me...please forgive me." I stammered out, and even though I managed to hold it inside, my voice gave away that I was on the verge of tears, almost...

Continuing to whisper my apologies, I didn’t dare allow myself to look at his face again, into his eyes to see his reaction; so I carried off down the stairs. Stopping right before the turn around the wall blocking me from the rest of my family and people, I collected myself as steadily as I could manage with a deep breath and then finished my way down the rest of the steps.

“Here she is! We were beginning to think you fell in the toilet for moment.” As always, I could count on my dad to make some comments to bring all the attention my way; and what perfect timing too. I doubted my face could have become any redder than it already was; I tried to sit back down in my spot as if nothing has fazed me at all.

By this point in the night, there was absolutely nothing left to talk about; and by that, I mean Mr. Dursley was finally left speechless…I didn’t think that was even possible. So, taking it upon herself to liven the room after that, Mrs. Dursley began rambling on about her designing psyche.

After about 10 minutes, Dudley had passes out, torso slumped over the couch and drool covering the arm. When Mr. Dursley’s face turned red from Dudley’s loud snores (I didn’t mind though, I was more grateful that he didn’t fall onto me to sleep!) it was then decided that it may be wise to call it a night at this time.

My parents shook their hands goodbye, and before I could make it out mom shot me one of those looks. Normally I wouldn’t care, but as I stood there I became extremely nervous. Previous events were still fresh from the last time I shook someone’s hand, and I was finding it rather hard to still the shaking of my own hand as I reach for Mr. Dursley’s. It was beyond all relief when no response came to the feel of his sweaty, clammy hands.Filled with even more relief and joy, I became even more confidents and turned to Mrs. Dursley, giving her a very vigorous and joyous handshake. “Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful.”

Running the brush through my hair one last time, I couldn’t help throwing my arms above my head, stretching as I had before. It always felt so good; especially after a long day.

I may have gotten a nap in and all before, but that dinner definitely was not my cup of tea…cup of tea? Should I be saying things like that now that I’m in England? I don’t want to end up sounding like some cheesy copycat…let’s see how things go.

I twisted my shoulders around, trying to crack my spine a bit, and does it feel good! In the process of my very relieving back crack I turned my head toward the window. The moan of satisfaction I had soon stopped to a short squeak when I opened my eyes again. Body frozen, knees shaking…I stared out at Harry as he watched my, casually leaning against the window pane from far away. What is he doing? Had he figured me out, or was he just waiting for another slip up so he can try? I wasn’t sure of any of it, but I wasn’t eager to figure it out either.