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Pausing, she recalled most of her temporary furniture must have transformed back during the day, and she winced. Thankfully for her, though, Harry was beyond excited even if there was nothing in the apartment per-say. Heather looked back at Harry and grinned. Harry's green eyes were literally glittering, link like Dumbledore's Harry Potter And Religious Parallels twinkle, and it made Heather wonder how anyone thought Harry James Potter had been anything but magical. With the way his eyes Rwligious with power and excitement, Heather could see at a glimpse there was something Porter about him. Still, the sheer joy and wonder on Harry's face more than made up for it, Heather could hardly stop herself from feeling a shared joy Harry was feeling at seeing his brand new home away from the Dursley's.

However, as she turned back to Harry, she found he was waiting for her. He hadn't taken her blanket permission to explore; no, old habits had kicked in.

Instead of running off like an excitable little kid, Harry carefully took off his shoes and set them right beside hers. Then he removed the jacket, the Religioks she'd conjured earlier, and hung it nearby hers, only giving the coat-hanger a brief curious look. Then, Harry checked her for permission once more; his eager eyes were brimming with uncertainty, with the hesitation trained into him.

Heather offered him a smile and nodded, firmly aware he was looking for non-verbal cues. She was proven correct because, at the nod, Harry turned on his heels and trotted into the apartment. Harry did not run. He didn't make a sound as he Harry Potter And Religious Parallels and explored. Instead, he snuck around conjured furniture, peaked into drawers, wandered through the kitchen. As he moved, Harry avoided Heather's room like the plague. Heather left him to it; she kept her eyes focused on link own preparations for the night while keeping her ears trained on Harry. Heather collected her journal and updated it. She now had to account for Harry in everything she did, which shifted many of her priorities, though not the main one. Her main goal was still to complete her spell and return home; everything else had changed though.

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Merlin, she'd have to owl Kunzite too. Heather heard Harry pause in the hallway near the bedrooms and leaned back slightly to call: "Yours is the first door on the right. A door opened carefully, and Harry vanished into his room. Heather hadn't done anything with the second room yet, Pootter she knew it was rather plain - like the rest of the apartment - she hadn't really expected to be adopting her younger self until she'd done it.

Heather had honestly been hoping she wouldn't need to. So there wasn't furniture or anything in Harry's room; thankfully, she'd already warned Harry about that. He knew that Heather would be conjuring furniture for him before bed, and they'd go shopping later for more permanent Harry Potter And Religious Parallels. Now though, that she was thinking about it, she'd probably have to alter the apartment for additional rooms… or maybe she ought to find a larger place like one of the Potter properties? She'd need a proper lab for her work and with Harry in the second and only other bedroom… not to mention if Sirius was innocent then. Heather jerked slightly, unaware that her thoughts had painfully wandered, and she quickly shot a look to her left where Harry was Harry Potter And Religious Parallels, "yes? He was so very small and so very quiet; Harry was nothing like Teddy.

Her god-son had been loved and had always known it; he'd be free to explore, free to be himself. He'd learned with careful tutoring, had friends his own age, had a foot in both worlds, and had always known he'd been adored. But Harry, all he'd known was abuse.

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All he'd known was the sharp words of his aunt and the fist of his uncle, everything was new to him now, and Heather wasn't surprised if he floundered. Heather lowered her body, squatted slowly and gave Harry a happy smile. She didn't push.

Instead, Heather patiently waited for Harry to gain Parxllels confidence he needed to ask the question he wanted. She knew it would help.]