Bewitching Harry ~ H.S. (Complete)

IV.

IV.

Harry (backstage)

I haven't had the best sleep lately. All this dreaming is exhausting me. I yawn the nth time today. This has to stop. How do you stop dreaming? But I'll quite miss my dreams if I do. They're very entertaining. I googled and found out that keeping a dream journal will help me remember my dreams better for the next time.

I'm taking the longest time on the make up couch because of all the make up they have to put on the dark circles around eyes.

I need to get some more sleep. Maybe I'll dream of her again. Without the snakes and everything, if it was just her, it'd have been a sweet pleasant one.

Boo (kitchen)

I'm consulting the cauldron. I'm rifling through the past for our memories together which may help in forming the next nightmare. It has to be good this time.

Harry and Boo at 16

Harry's bedroom was a sparse little thing. The television was turned on to the Austin Powers; Spy that Shagged Me serving as their background noise.They were sitting together on Harry bed. He had a white bunny in his hands. She had Max, his puppy, in hers. As she pet the bunny, he pet Max. They were slowly inching closer. She looks up from petting the bunny and sees he's only inches away from her face and his eyes were on her lips. Her heartbeat was going wild. She looks down, at his throat as it stretches toward her.

Okay?! I wasn't delusional. Something really was going on between us, okay?

"I'm home!" they hear Anne yell from outside. Boo stands up and bumps on Harry's head. They have a fit of giggles.

I swirl the cauldron again for a different memory.

Harry and Boo are laying on the grass, on a red and white plaid blanket.

"I really should take a bath. I just finished yoga."

"It's okay. You don't smell bad. You actually smell pretty good." Boo touches the amulet around her ankle, she made into a charm that would make her smell good, all the time. Sort of like an air freshener.

"So what did your mom pack us for breakfast?"

Harry (in his old bedroom)

"Harry!" mum rushes at me with a hug. I lift her up happy to see her.

"Mum!" But the moment doesn't last too long because I'm really, really sleepy. So I excuse myself and pass out on the bed.

Boo (in her bedroom)

As I hold Harry's voodoo doll in my hands, I think about all our memories together. We were best friends in that little window of time we had together. Even when he was dating the yogi, he still talked to me. He was actually kind to me.

What the f*ck am I saying? Thanks to him, this is what I am today. I used to be a white mage... But... But I'm feeling tired today.

Harry (in his old bedroom)

I'm sitting by a bar, with my white bunny named Rabbit. What a fluffy wonderful thing he is, with his purple top hat, bow tie and pocket watch--sort of like the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. The bartender tells me they've ran out of alcohol. "What, seriously? But you're a bar."

"I'm sorry, sir. But we have apple juice." Oh, great, I love apple juice. They serve me apple juice in a martini glass. I look up and see the bar mezzanine looking over me, and there she is, the masked girl. How curious. She's got this incredible dark mane of curly hair I'd love to tangle my fingers into. Our hair would just get tangled up in each other and I wouldn't mind. She won't be able to escape me then. I drink my apple juice, yum, until...

What?

Olive? "Who puts olives in their apple juice!?" I hate olives, with a fury. I look at the girl and she's laughing all evil.

"Give me another glass. No olives."

Without looking at my drink and down it, but it comes back up again. I spit it out. "BEET ROOT JUICE? I HATE BEET ROOT JUICE!" Such horrible service! What a nightmare! At least I have this bunny. I look down and see Rabbit's eyes glow red, and he pounces, on my neck! And the fluff is gone! It's a snake! Rabbit's turned into a snake! Aaaaghhh!

Boo

Oh, what fun! I laugh.

I sort of just lose my shit when I'm in his head. I better get my act together, tomorrow. I'm too sleepy to think. I promise myself I'm going to make an emotional nightmare next time. Hmmm... What shall it be? I try to remember the things I saw on my cauldron.

I try to remember what was in my cauldron.

Hmm, we used to be best friends and then I fell for him, and I thought he was feeling the same way too, then, one day, I just got friendzoned. Now, that's an emotional nightmare. Certainly isn't his, though. Why, what the f*ck happened? Fame, is that what, Harry? No. It happened before that. Right before he left, he was dating our f*cking yogi. F*cking yogi. But I can't blame her. In fact, I've stuck with her yoga classes. I can't really blame her that much. It was Harry's fault, for sure.

But that was a funny dream and he almost shit his pants over beetroot. Hahaha.

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Word from the AutWhore: If you've been reading my other story, I've taken it out of complete. I'm going to write an ending for it because I feel I owe it to the story and its readers.
This one is just waiting to be published, but it's getting next to no attention wahah. Sort of sad, life the rest of my life, but I'll cope.
Anyway.
Love lots,
Bx3