You're my first, my last, my everything.

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PROLOGUE.

(Harry and heather at age 8) :

"Heather, featherr..! Na, na, na, na, na..! you can't catch me!" A sandy brown haired boy teased, his voice singing in naive arrogance as he ran around wagging his tongue.

Far behind, the petite frame of a young girl could be seen, her step faltering from exhaustion as she tried to catch up to the mischievous boy. Her breaths came out in short ragged gasps, her blonde hair stuck to her forehead sleek with perspiration, as though she had been running for hours.

Finally she came to a stop, her small feet refusing to move forward, her lungs demanding oxygen. The boy also came to a halt his amusement clear, as though he was revelling in her weakness clearly not moved by her tiresome state. Her blue eyes flashed in brief annoyance, resembling a fierce wave in the depths of the ocean ready to drown its victim. Overwhelmed by series of emotions and helplessness her eyes rimmed with unshed tears.

"I don't want to play this game anymore Harrybo, lets go inside and play with my Dolly's." she protested trying to conceal her desperation.

She loathed the games Harry made her play, which was either kicking a ball in every direction, climbing on his back to play horsey, or running around like hooligans. On each occasion she would always end up with a wound, no matter how cautious they both were, which always resulted in tears.

"if you can catch meee.. heather feather, I promise to play with your Dolly's!" He mocked taking afew steps backwards ready to take off again.

Large pearl droplets of tears escaped from heathers doe like eyes, and a sob escaped from her rigidly closed mouth. She refused to let him overpower her, so she turned away, taking dainty steps back across the yard, all the while her face leaking with tears and her back shaking with silent sobs.

"Heather, wait up.. please don't cry, Im sorry!" Harry called out a moment later, clear guilt evident in his voice.

She could sense his eyes regretful piercing her back demanding she stop, and heard his fast paced footsteps trying to catch up To her. Amongst the tears she managed a smile of accomplishment, and taking a deep breath she too gathered all her will and took off like a fleeing deer toward the house. Now who was the leader of the chase? Her tears always managed to break through Harry's arrogance and she did not neglect to manipulate him with her weapon. She could hear him approaching however she was also drawing closer to her place of solace.

The smell of fresh pancakes, sweet and ravishing drifted through the open kitchen doorway, the delightful odor reaching her senses as though in praise. she had barely reached her safe coven, breathless with a tear sicken face, when her knees buckled and gave out beneath her, making her collapse to the floor in a crumpled heap. she cried out in pain, noticing a speck of blood making appearence at her scraped knee. It was the blood that frightened her.

 "Mummy..!" Her voice trembled.

"Candy, is that you?" She heard her mothes voice as she approached. She quizzically looked around the the yard then glanced on the floor her eyes catching sight of her daughters small form weeping.

"Mu-mmy!" She cried out again, her body hovering in fear.

"Oh Baby! What happened to you?" Her mum asked although her voice lacked surprise. she had guessed it had been another typical Heather and Harry moment, which resulted in this incident. Throwing Harry a warning glance, she gathered her daughter into the safe carvern of her arms carrying her back into the kichen.

"Candy hurt herself again Michelle!" she informed the woman sitting at the breakfast bar preparing 4 plates. she was spitting image of young Harry, with mischievous brown eyes,dusty dark brown hair and a permanent grin. "i think my baby girl needs a large scoop of icecream and a heap of pancakes to cheer her up! what do you say Aunt Michie?"