Chapter 16: Truthful Bonds

"We need to tell them the truth."

Harry whirled around shooting him a glare. "I know that." His tone hard, briskly shifting his body away towards the sink, hands moving to the taps allowing the water to pour down. He splashed the water against his face several times, the cold sensation coming into contact with his skin sent a surge of relief through his body. A brief moment of peace before being forced to confront the two after the noon's little incident; his thoughts whirled viciously at the many conceivable possibilities that could be an outcome. Some were good, others not so much. He trusted Norman and Volkner, truly! However, human emotions were erratic, causing irrationality of things not understood to turn into hate. Something Harry knew rather well, unfortunately. Exhaling heavily, his fingers curled within the sink staring stoically at the lower part of the mirror for what felt like ages passed.

Delaying the inevitable had never been his style.

His godfather kept his nervousness hidden from him, trying to appear calm and confident in place his own anxiety at fear. "Are you sure you're ready, pup? Waiting another few minutes wouldn't do any harm," Sirius pointed out soothingly.

"No." Harry shook his head, resigning to the fate dealt. "Waiting any longer isn't going to solve anything. Let's just go and get this over with."

Silence reigned over the bathroom staring at the other reassuring each other through their eyes alone breaking contact in unison, emerging from the hall. Sirius took lead appearing first carrying an air of confidence around him; more so than usual. His face hardened slightly and kept his easy going expression at once. Trying to ease the tension that hovered over them similarly to a dark cloud, Sirius' hands were pocketed with one grasping onto his wand encase of the two needing to make a break for an escape; while he followed shortly afterwards at a close distance from his back allowing himself to peer around the section carefully rolling around to Volkner and Norman whom were sitting patiently in the room they were residing in for now.

Damn it... why was he so afraid? The teen wondered keeping his face blank and facing forwards. Harry didn't quite understand, rejection wasn't anything new to him experiencing it time and time again; this time seemed to be different.

Was it because... an overwhelming urge to groan in absolute stupidity started to surface; Harry acknowledge the fact that he had found Volkner attractive personality-wise and, of course physically as well; not that it mattered. Could the reason for the possible overreaction be due to that? It made him feel rather pathetic in the truth of it. Pathetic enough that Harry could even call it embarrassing at best. Even at the possibility of being rejected because of the truth, Harry still felt that the two deserved to at least know the entire story, hopefully both of them would be willing to listen to the very end before making their judgements. Whatever their perspectives might be; in the end everything would be out in the open.

In some ironic way Harry also felt relieved that he no longer had to keep secrets.

Even so, it still didn't make any of this easier. It made everything feel worse than it truly was but for good reason, running away from explaining wouldn't do either him or Sirius any good. At the end of the day he realized it would be much better to come clean instead of trying to ignore the problem at hand.

"We were wondering when you two were going to show up." Volkner's electric eyes glanced towards them, he parked himself near the table drinking a glass of water pushing himself up against the chair and turned his head towards the two. A blank expression rested upon his face observing the two in silence, pulling his leg over onto the other and folded his arms against his chest. His lips curled slightly before pressing together thinly as a brief emotion flicker through his eyes but vanished quickly back to being stoic. The blond tore his gaze away from them sliding into a more patient posture in the chair he had been sitting in.

Norman threw him a look, and turned towards them. "What Volkner meant to say is that we were worried since both of you were taking rather long in the bathroom. Is everything alright?" The concern passed through his tone eyeing them calmly.

"We're fine." Sirius waved his hand, dismissing the notion entirely striding over towards the bed and parked himself sitting near the gym leader, his eyes fixated on Norman and Harry lingering on them. "Sorry for the wait."

Harry knew he needed to speak up. "It's my fault. I took up most of the time in the bathroom," trying to calm and drown myself at the exact same time not that any of you need to know that. The wizard thought cynically choosing to place him into the second chair in the room which had been close to the door sitting in between Volkner and his godfather, feeling secure in the position. His fingers tapped rapidly on the handle of the chair, swallowing quietly. "So um... I'm sure that the both of you are rather curious as to what happened today, I mean of course you are. Who wouldn't be? We've been meaning to tell both of you everything for awhile now; it's just...we haven't gotten the chance to." Harry stumbled through awkwardly, lips pressed into a thin frown trying to convey his words properly. From his perspective he could have started off the explanation better, from here on out he'd try harder to convey his words.

Norman and Volkner remained silent several moments passed keeping their eyes on him. Taking the lead, the older rubbed his temple. "You don't have to tell us if you're uncomfortable, you're allowed to keep it to yourself." Norman began gently, his words soothingly and calm, giving off the parental feel precisely. "We're okay with waiting. Don't push yourself in order to satisfy our curiosity."

"No. I-it's fine," Harry's hand covered his face slowly running through his hair nervously. "You two deserve to know. Everything. I... just don't know where to begin."

The electric leader leaned forward. "The beginning always seems like a good start," Volkner offered kindly, mouth twitching into a small smile.

"I'm not good at this. Explaining, I mean. That was always Hermione's thing; she knew where to start and what to say." The perplexed expressions were a given. "Hermione is... was one of my best and closest friends back where we're from. The smartest girl on my generation! erm anyway that said um... well back where Sirius and I are from; Earth. Or another version of this earth anyway, there are two different sides that make up our earth; the magical side where we come from and the non-magical side that's called the Muggle world."

Norman frowned. "Muggle? That's rather narrow mind, isn't it?" His tone held a drop of disapproval, but refrained from commenting further.

"Magic?" Volkner had the wariest tone of scepticism eyeing them carefully.

Harry shot him an ironic look. "You saw me use it earlier today, is it really so much of a stretch to believe in it?"

"Yes."

A glimmer of truth gleamed from the sapphire blue eyes. Harry pulled out his wand casting a minor transfiguration spell transforming the miniature table within their room into a beautiful vase that held a flower within it, simple but nevertheless effective. At first having thought of using a feline from home to get his example across Harry opted not to, deciding to choose something less flashy and easy for the most part. There wasn't a need to waste unnecessary energy on a giant spell when a basic one had been enough to get his point across. Overdramatic was Sirius' style not his, he much preferred being subtle and direct when the time called for it.

Volkner remained nonplussed staring unreadably at the vase, Norman merely blinked at the action not entirely phased by his display of magic. After witnessing it during the battle some of the wondrousness might have been lost.

Still... a reaction might have been nice. Oh well, no time to waste over spilt milk.

"Our magic is capable of bending the very laws of nature and physics, there are certain limits and laws that come along with it. Everything in the world has some form of law towards them, what you saw in front of you was a branch of magic known as Transfiguration; alternating the form of something into another. It's a rather complicated and dangerous form of magic, if not used correctly." Harry continued further, taking some part of McGonagall's warning back from his very first year at Hogwarts, which stuck with him as the years had gone by. "Keep in mind that there are various branches of magic where we're from; for example I have an affinity for Defensive and offensive magic-"

"I much prefer Charms myself. Not to mention I can cook up several awesome runic spells too," Sirius smirked widely, proudly huffing his chest and slamming his fist against it.

The teen had been surprised by that little revelation, yet somehow runes seemed to fit his godfather weirdly enough. Shaking his head Harry returned back on course. "Anyway those are another two branches; Defence and Rune magic; the first is a mandatory course that all students have to go through in all seven years while Runes is an elective course in our third year," He informed the two. Harry wondered if he had been going rather fast and whether or not it would be best for him to slow down. "Erm do you either of you have questions so far?"

"In other words, you and Sirius are wizards like the ones from the old folktales." Norman remarked, stroking his chin thoughtfully at his words.

"That's spot on." Sirius said, not even surprised, smiling fondly at the other man.

The gym leader slowly began to smile back at Sirius staring, the two adults remained that way pulling their attention back to Harry casually. Had he missed something? They were acting weird. Both of them had been ever since they arrived in Jubilife City, obvious there had been an underlying change between them that left him rather befuddled eventually choosing to merely accept their new behaviour. The important thing had been that Norman and Sirius weren't fighting, in fact the two continued to get along famously with one another which brought much relief to him. Watching them interact with one another Harry could see the growing friendship between them; it seemed far stronger then the friendship with his former professor, as horrible of a thought. As much as Harry liked Lupin well... he hadn't been blinded to the tension between him and his godfather.

In the end that wasn't any of his business, just like this wasn't. The only thing that really mattered to him was that his godfather was happy, which he clearly seemed to be from what was evidence on Sirius' face.

However, it didn't seem that Norman was quite done with his questions. "I recall you telling me that you were fighting with your cousin, had that been the reason the two of you ended up in our world?"

"She is no cousin of mine." Sirius' serene expression changed into a stony, and angry face scowling deeply. "I loathe the fact that I share the same family name, the same blood as that psychotic woman!" His godfather spat coldly.

"Sirius isn't really fond of his family." Harry interjected, cautiously. "Not that I can blame him."

Volkner arched his eyebrow. "Family problems?" He snorted sarcastically at the other man.

"Problems? Problems!" Sirius laughed humourlessly, coldness seeped through his words directing a bone chilling gaze at the blond. "You have absolutely no idea. No idea at all. You see Volkner, my family is considered to be one of the darkest wizarding families in the world. Our libraries were filled with the foulest magic's that our world has ever known, collecting them through the centuries in order to build up our power. Unfortunately with power came with a price, insanity travels through my bloodline you see. My cousin Bellatrix is a psychotic murderous whose gets off on murder and torture, my own little brother joined the Death Eaters in order to appease mother, now she was a real piece of work."

Harry threw him a sharp look. "Sirius!" His tone hard, mixed with worry and sadness as his expression unfolded into concern.

His godfather ignored him menacing approaching the stunned blond. "You know nothing about me or how I grew up. Would you like to hear about the time where she tortured me or the time she decided I needed discipline!?" His tone took a steel edge eyeing the horrified gym leader. Seeing that there was nothing else could be said from the younger, Sirius turned sharply away speeding his way out of the room and slamming the door upon his way out.

Silence reigned over the three staring in horror at the implications of his words. The extent of Sirius' family's cruelty had been known to Harry though how far deep it had been never got touched a upon exception with mere implications, Sirius gave half-answered and avoided the subject when it came to his mother and the rest of his family minus his brother Regulus. The estranged relationship with his brother there were moments of underlying fondness hidden in his words as Sirius spoke of him, even though angered by the fact his younger brother had turned his back upon him and joined the Death Eaters to indulge their mother's twisted fantasies of Purity and nobility of magic. The rest of his family had all but fallen onto the hate list for good reason!

That still didn't make the horrid feeling in his stomach go away. If there had been anyone that understood the way Sirius felt it was Harry, having a similar childhood. Not wanting him to be alone Harry made a move towards the doorway, only to be stopped by Norman.

The gym leader shook his head, slowly, and gripped his shoulder reassuringly. "You stay here, I'll go and look for him." Norman said, giving a kind smile. "Don't worry. I'll bring him back, Sirius probably just needs to vent for a little while. I'm sure he'll be fine after cooling off for awhile." He strode over towards the door briefly glancing back with a kind smile before disappearing into the hallway, leaving Harry and Volkner by themselves.

Somehow for whatever reason Harry believed that Norman would be capable of bringing Sirius back. In the mean time it seemed that he would have to take care of damage control, turning towards Volkner, whom appeared to be shamed by his callous words.

The wizard ignored the urge to sigh. Better now than never.

Sirius bristled down the halls, gritting his teeth in anger. Angry at Volkner for bringing up his family, angry at himself for overreacting and angry for walking off leaving Harry alone, after his little outburst he knew that remaining would be a bad idea. His arms wrapped around his body feeling the cold wind come into contact with his body, standing outside of the Centre, not too far away and stared up at the brimming rays of the sun. Covering his face with his hands; a sharp sigh escaped his lips.

"I fucking screwed up." Sirius murmured to himself.

Harry probably was busy cleaning up after his messes once again making him feel even guiltier than before. He knew that his godson wouldn't blame him for his actions though making a mental note to make it up to Harry once getting the chance.

The sounds of footsteps captured his attention flickering his grey eyes to the interloper. "Sirius," Norman's voice had been enough to cause his head to turn. The gym leader stood there, both hands resting within his pockets staring at him soberly. He slowly began to approach him yet kept a good amount of distance away from him. "Asking if you're alright would be rather pointless, wouldn't it." His words were a question though his tone wasn't.

Sirius sent him a scowled. "You guessed right," The wizard remarked harshly.

"I'm not going to leave you alone, Sirius. I'm not going to pretend that I know what you're going through, or what your family has done to you. You've told me before a bit about your mother, I wish I realized what that had been implied. If I ever met her I'd give her a piece of my mind," Norman snarled darkly. "That bitch has absolutely no right to call herself a mother if she laid a hand on you." His expression darkened narrowing his eyes in a cold fashion that almost made the wizard stepped back a bit.

His stomach twisted with butterflies within them, feeling touched at the other man's words. "Norman..."

"I don't care what other people say or think about you, the one thing that I know for certain is that I love you." Sirius felt his eyes widen at that confession, the previous distance between the two had all but vanished. "Every moment that I have spent with you have made me the happiest that I've been in a long time. I don't want it to end," A gentle and soft smile appeared on the gym leader's face as he gently began to caress the other man's cheek. "I'll stand by your side, Sirius. No matter what I promise," His tone continued to have that soft tone but it came with a firm edge in it.

Sirius's own hand slide up placing over Norman's staring into his eyes. "Even if it meant trouble were to follow you? And even if I'm a screw up?"

"I highly doubt that you're capable of screwing up like some people," Norman snorted. "Even then I'd still stand by you. Don't ever doubt that."

The wizard curled his lips nervously; the claims continued to make his heart beat faster and faster. Face turned a bright shade of red feeling touched by his words, pulling Norman's hand over to his lips placing a gentle kiss upon the knuckles. Sirius' eyes locked onto Norman's onyx staring deeply into the dark pools. "Thank you," he whispered quietly. "For everything I mean, for helping me adjust to this new world and for travelling with me and just... being with me."

"It should be me thanking you for making me remember what being in love is like again," Norman's hand broke free sliding into Sirius' hands holding them, lips forming a lovely smile.

Sirius barked a laugh. "I'm not too sure I agree with that," He gripped into his hands. "But, I think I can live with that."

The two remained in comfortable silence their heads leaned forwards touching lips against each other deepening into a slow, passionate kiss as they moved hands to embracing each other as the world around them faded away to the back of their minds.

Volkner swallowed fretfully. His sapphire eyes followed as Harry walked back and forth pacing in a contemplative manner. The room had been quiet for far too long for the gym leader's liking, normally a fan of silence. Unfortunately, this was not the type he had been fond of. His words had caused a great deal of tension within the group that unfolded into the uncomfortable feeling that filled the room. Guilt enveloped within. By no means had he meant to overstep his bounds and bring up horrid memories that plagued the man, he merely made a jab at him as they usually did; their rivalry had been obvious for the four of them. Never in a million years had he expected the older male to lash out like that!

The words thrown at him hadn't been lost on him. Volkner completely understood the implications and undertones that came from Sirius' verbal onslaught that made his stomach turn in disgust, horrified at just what Sirius had been forced to go through.

Just how could anyone do that to their own child?! Sure, Volkner didn't have a particularly great childhood himself, but being abused? That drove his patience.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," His hand ran through his hair sending Harry an apologetic look. Volkner straightened himself from sitting in the chair averting the teen's gaze for the beginning as they moved towards him. "It just slipped out. It was supposed to be a joke, nothing mean. If I had know that Sirius would have reacted that way I wouldn't have said anything," He got out of the chair standing nervously, his hands slide down hanging onto his pockets. "I'm sorry." He repeated again sincerely.

Harry threw him a blank face. "It's not your fault, Volkner." The teen reassured, calmly. "You didn't know. So stop blaming yourself, but I honestly think that you should be apologizing to Sirius. Not me." Harry remarked softly, pausing in his pacing. "Or at least talking to him, he'll understand."

"I doubt that. He hates my gusts." Volkner remarked, bitterly with a cynical laugh.

"You're not exactly much better. You take the bait, and retaliate just as much as Sirius starts it." The frown on Harry's face had been enough to make the blond cringe. "I get that you two aren't exactly friendly with one another; but I know that deep down that the two of you care about one another. Even if neither of you know about it; I think if you get down to it you both would find you have more in common than you think." His lips spread across his features teasingly.

Volkner resisted the urge to snort. Him and Sirius finding common ground? The gym leader found that notion almost laughable, from almost the moment that they meant they had been at one another's throat. While he couldn't deny that at least on some level the two did care for one another, it had been merely friendly and willingly could admit that Volkner also respected Sirius too. The man had a far long way to go before he could be good a decent trainer even so the way Sirius acted as a parent towards Harry had been something worth giving praise, caring for Harry and protecting the teen from harm; the relationship between Harry and Sirius had also made the gym leader rather jealous.

The feelings that he had for Harry had continued to build up through their journey; trying to show them to him but had also been interrupted by something or other. Volkner was not well versed in expressing himself preferring action over words. It made things much harder.

"You don't have to pretend to be all buddy-buddy." Harry broke him out of his thoughts. His emerald eyes stared into his blue orbs. "Just... try to get along?"

Volkner's lips went dry at the request. "I... I promise I will try." He promised, nodding firmly. "But I make no promises."

Harry didn't budge further. "That's all I ask."

At least they were passed that little issue for the most part. Now all that needed to happen was to change the subject, his curiosity of Harry's world lingered in his mind. "How about you tell me a little bit about your world," Volkner began, clearing his temple. "You seem to have a bit more knowledge about everyday things than Sirius' does. Is there a reason for that? Your world and the um... muggle world," the word left a disgusting after taste. "They couldn't have been apart that much. For that matter why were they kept separate anyway?"

Harry closed his eyes briefly, shifting uncomfortably at the proposed questions that he had given. Had he accidentally brought up another sore subject? 'Shit.' Volkner cursed himself mentally. Once again he had screwed up in less than a half-hour.

"I grow up completely non-magical," Harry answered, a side smirk slide on his face, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. "Persecution for those that had magic got rather bad, many good witches and wizards were killed."

Volkner's brows knitted together, and frowned. "Okay, I get that part. But things couldn't have been that bad as they are now back in your world."

The teen didn't answer immediately his lips curled into an almost mockingly. His emerald pools flashed with an unreadable emotion that Volkner couldn't decipher, having vanished quickly just as it had appeared. "Maybe, I have heard stories floating around from some of the other students. Not everyone takes to the revelation of magic easily," Harry informed him.

"I'll take your word for it," Volkner responded, wondering how bad things could have gone. At first he had been confused to how someone could take the idea of magic badly, it changed slightly once Harry had brought up the persecution part; magic was something beyond logic and not everyone would be able to understand it. From there the possibility of anger and hatred blooming made it even more likely; fearing the unknown and seeking to destroy it; a wife or husband having magic revealing it to their spouse only when forced too, whether they spouse would be able to take it depended upon themselves. His hand ran through his hair at the imagery of such nature. He swallowed. "You know... I'd never Norman and I, we'd... I'd never hurt you. You know that right?"

Harry blinked taken aback by that question, surprised by those words. They softened moments after pressing his lips into a thin, calm smile his head bowing slightly. "I know," Harry answered sincerely. His posture relaxed slowly. "You're not that type of person, Volkner. You're far too kind."

His cheeks threatened to burn brightly, never been called that in his life before. The gym leader moved towards him. "Me kind? That's a first, others would call me cold and stoic," Volkner scoffed, in amusement yet a smile appeared shaking his head. Hearing those words caused his heart to feel aflutter his stomach practically filled with Beautifly and Butterfrees, yet he that didn't dissuade him from continuing. "I think... you bring out the best in me. Every day that I spend with you brings a smile to my face, there isn't a day I don't look forward to spending with you."

Now it seemed that Harry had no idea how to take his words. "Volkner..." His voice had been soft yet the surprise slipped into his tone.

"Let me finish." Volkner interrupted him, taking a step forward entering the younger's bubble space cautiously. "What I'm trying to say is that, I like spending time with you. I don't want it to end." Mentally, he was cursing himself for going this far but knew that there was no turning back. "I want to be by your side." Feeling courageous his hands launched forward, pulling the younger boy into a hug wrapping them around Harry holding him close. He buried his face into the dark locks slightly opening his eyes. "I'm not good with words, so let my actions speak for what I feel for you instead."

No sound came from the younger boy, at first. A dreadful tingle erupted through his spine forming fearful thoughts which sprouted in his mind infectiously. Had he confessed too soon? Had Harry been disgusted by his declaration? He didn't dare look at Harry's face in fear of what Volkner might have seen.

However, his fears were soon whipped aside.

A tug upon his chest brought his attention downwards, albeit nervously Volkner's eyes moved meeting with the bemused emerald pools that gleamed underneath the lighting form the ceiling. Pressure against his chest surged through his body. Harry blinked once smirking. "I think we've been dancing around one another for a long time, haven't we? At first I didn't really understand what I was feeling, let alone even begin to say anything. I've never really experienced love before, until now. At least that's what I think." A tingle of pink rose from the wizard's cheeks and coughed discreetly trying to avert the embarrassment that Harry clearly felt upon confessing.

Volkner's heart began to beat rapidly! W... was this truly real? Everything in front of him seemed to be that way! Instead of responding the gym leader slid his hand towards Harry tilting the younger head upwards slightly before descending his head down. Their lips crushing together fiercely deepening the kiss ever so slowly as relishing happily against Harry's lips, Volkner's teeth nibbled upon the bottom of Harry's lips playfully continuing the intimacy between them passionately, his own mouth moved slowly wanting to savour this little moment between them. His hands ran down the raven's sides carefully curving around his waist cautiously pulling him closer, and relaxed his arms in place behind Harry's waist.

The kiss turned more aggressive feeling Harry kissing him back with such velocity sparking the competitive side that Volkner had. That didn't make the kiss any less passionate nor less meaningful, merely made things interesting as the need for air began to make it's self known. He didn't want the kiss to end. Not just yet. Greedily pressing back Volkner manoeuvred them towards the chair pushing his back against it while sliding Harry on to his lap, enjoying the feel of feeling the wizard's arms around his neck. How he wished that they could remain sitting like this forever! He pulled back from the kiss breathing heavily upon doing so, his mouth twitched into a smile satisfied with the kiss.

"That has been... more than I ever imagined," Volkner whispered huskily, the smile turned feral.

Harry laughed, grinning back. "I have to say that is one hell of a first kiss!"

"Mhmmm," The electric leader nodded his head in agreement to the younger worlds. "... I still want to take you on a date first. A proper one."

"A date?" Harry repeated slowly, almost grimacing at the notion yet his expression changed after a few moments. "I've... never really been on a date before, kinda of. It was a kind of but not really date with someone back home."

Volkner stared at him for several moments seeing the flustered look. He snickered. "You messed up didn't you?" Volkner remarked, a full grin stretched ear to ear.

"I didn't-!" Harry exclaimed indignity before, frowning tightly. Averting his gaze and folded his arms against his chest, glancing back. "I might have said something, that set her off. I don't know why she reacted that way though."

"Smooth," Volkner stated, chuckling softly.

Harry sent him a poisonous stare. "Like you've never done that before?"

That made the blond clap his mouth shut in response. In retaliation Volkner sent Harry his own type of glare gaining a victory smirk in return, laughter soon exploded within the room in unison upon realizing that neither of them had been particularly lucky when it came dating. Without being said, Volkner hadn't really bothered to attempt to get into a relationship until now, speed dating also had been more of Flint's thing than his. That didn't mean that he wasn't experienced in certain aspects of being an relationships or along the lines of one, he had much more of a master in those areas. Not that he planned on jumping straight into that from the get-go wanting to move slowly with their new founded relationship that they had formed.

His previous 'dates' if anyone could truly call them those had been sporadic at best, and unfulfilling. Probably due to the fact that Flint had set up him on several blind dates before finally giving up upon realizing that he didn't want anything to do with fair-weathered people.

"Seriously, I want to take you out somewhere. You and me, on a real date!" Volkner repeated his request firmly, holding Harry in place on his lap.

"I wouldn't be opposed to the idea. It sounds like a fun idea, but what would we exactly be doing on these dates?" Harry inquired neutrally, leaning forward curiously.

Volkner blanched at that idea not having thought far enough ahead, and fell silent at the question. His sucked on his lips thinking of a good place for a first date, cheesy as of an idea the only logical one that Volkner could come up with was taking him to the movies. "There's a theatre here in Eterna City that we can go to and see a movie." The gym leader mused thoughtfully. "We could also go grab something to eat before or after the movie's done and then go do something else if you're interested." Somehow that sounded a lot better in his head.

It seemed that lucky might have been on his side catching the intrigued shine that passed through the emerald eyes. "A movie? What kind of movie?" Harry inquired, appearing every interested in the idea. The contemplative humming echoed softly in the air.

"I figured we'd just go check what's playing and then decide," Volkner answered honestly, shrugging his shoulders sheepishly.

Harry arched an eyebrow. "You do realize that I don't know any of the good movies, right?"

"So?" Volkner dismissed the issue easily. "We'll go see something that's new rather than a sequel, they don't tend to do so go in the theatre –well some."

"A movie enthusiast are we?" Harry grinned.

He shook his head. "Not really, I don't mind watching them every now and then. But I do know my movies, especially the good ones for that matter." Volkner elaborated, and paused for a moment. "Worse comes to worse we'll ditch the movie and go make out in the bathroom."

The only response that had been give belonged to Harry chuckling, rolling his eyes and managing to snatch a surprise kiss from him. Needless to say everything after that faded away blissfully.

Chapter 16 end.

Sorry for the insanely long wait, actually this chapter has been finished for a rather long deal of time truth by told. However, with the releasing of ORAS, I figured might as well go on ahead and post it! Chapter 17 is currently in editing with chapter 18 being worked on.

Due to being in school now for full-time it's very difficult for me to get the time to write. So please be patient for further updates considering this might be my final year pending upon taking another joint program within the future; I have yet to decide.

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