Hi, everyone!
The third and final chapter of "Dark Days" is up. It's not a happy ending - I'll warn you of that right now. :S I hope you've enjoyed it, though - I really wanted to explore the war and the way it affects everyone, so hopefully I've managed that much.
Here's the preview:
Damn it, Prongs, talk louder, he thought. Peter didn’t hear anything either of them said after that, however. In fact, the only thing he heard was the cat mewling at the front door. He sighed and got up to let it in. It shot past him and up the stairs.
Peter heard Harry gurgle a hello, and then, before he really knew what he was doing, he’d climbed the stairs and pushed open the door of Harry’s room.
Harry chirped a greeting of some sort – and something about ‘Peya’ – and Peter felt silly for being caught by the little boy. Still, if he left now, Harry would probably cry. Peter inched closer to the crib, and Harry rolled over and stood on shaky legs to watch him. He was silent – Harry hadn’t been silent since he’d learned to talk. It suddenly occurred to Peter that this was the first time he’d ever been alone with the kid.
“You should be s-sleeping,” Peter told him, suddenly nervous. Harry stared back with enormous green eyes. They seemed too bright, too colourful on the face of a toddler. And, strangely, just like Dumbledore’s, they seemed to see right through Peter.
Thank you to everyone who's read and thank you to those of you that have reviewed! :D
Until next week!
MarauderLover7.
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