Half-Blood

Fifty years after Harry Potter destroyed Lord Voldemort, the biggest threat of the wizarding world, there was finally peace. Erela Harris, an awkward witch, starts her life off in Hogwarts to try and discover who she really is, all while struggling to fight her unknown destiny. Only when the time comes will she face the choice between what is right and what is easy.

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56. The Power Couple

    “Get up!”

    “Nooooo . . .”

    “Get up!” Markus laughed.

    “Noooooo, sleep more,” Erela groaned and pulled the covers over her head. “Can’t we just stay in bed, have some pizza, and watch movies all day?” the young woman asked sleepily.

    “Out of bed,” Markus chuckled when the covers were pulled off of her.

    She curled in a tight ball and covered her head underneath her pillow. “You’re an arse,” her voiced muffled.

    “Up!” Markus started, clasped his hands around her ankles, and pulled her close to the edge of the bed.

    “Nooooooooo,” Erela giggled and tried to kick him away. 

    “Yeeeeeessssssss.”

    “I don’t want to,” she objected playfully.

    “Well too bad. We’re going out,” Markus rolled his eyes and continued to pull her off the bed until there was an “oof!” Hitting the floor knocked the wind out of Erela and her back lightly pulsed from impact. 

    “That hurt.”

    “Too bad, should have listened to me sooner,” he teased and poked her side, making Erela squirm. “You’re beautiful,” he complimented and gave a quick peck on the cheek.

    “I’m not even ready for the day,” Erela groaned sleepily and rubbed her eyes.

    “You’re always beautiful,” he lightly smiled and got up. “Lets go lets go lets go!” he hopped on the balls of his feet and practically pranced to the bathroom.

    “It’s still too early,” she chuckled, pulled a pillow off the bed, and covered her face.

    “It’s almost the afternoon. Lets have take out and see a film,” he started. “Maybe we can go out and get some rounds later?”

    “Lets see how the day turns out first,” Erela smiled and bounded for the bathroom and turned the water on.

    “You sound like a middle-aged woman,” Markus rolled his eyes and ruffled his dark hair.

    “I feel like one,” she rolled her eyes back at him. “Probably work is getting to me early.”

    “Maybe you’ll retire at thirty-four,” the fiancé added.

    “Ew . . .” she wrinkled her nose. “Thirty-four . . . I better settle down and have some kids soon before I’m an old maid and no one will take me as their wife,” Erela joked.

    Markus little chuckled, slid his hands to her waist and spun her around quickly, pressing her against the bathroom counter with his pelvis, and lightly kissed her. To Markus, there was never a bad time for kisses. Every second of every day was kissing hour to him. He ran his hands through her hair and gave her a passionate kiss. Their touch felt soft against each other’s lips, as light as a feather and slow as can be. They felt so in sync with one another it was ridiculous, their movement was just the same that it was as if they had a psychic ability on what they would do next. There was never an oops moment—

    Almost as if they were made for each other . . .

    Markus moved back a little, his lips hovering just over Erela’s and lightly smiled at her. “Now get ready so we can go out.”

    “Fine . . .” she smiled back at him and went to take her shower.

*****

    The two Aurors had their arms hooked around each other as they talked about the movie they just had come out of toward their next destination. Drinks! Lots and lots of drinks! They would once in a while go to one of their favorite bars and go drink

    “I vaguely remember hearing stories back at Hogwarts about a girl who had a scary ability,” Markus commented. Erela swallowed her drink too fast and nearly choked on her drink. “Woah easy there, love,” he started and pat her back. “You alright?”

    Erela nodded and waved for him to continue.

    “Umm . . . I’m only bringing it up because I remember when I was a third year, there was word going around about a first year having used an unforgivable curse on someone. I assume you were her classmate at the time,” Markus shrugged and took his shot.

    “Yeeeeeeah . . . what about it?” she asked carefully.

    “I’m only curious how that girl turned out. Like, did all the alienating effect her? Where is she? Is she a criminal now with that spooky power of hers?”

    Erela pursed her lips and swallowed down her shot. She hasn’t used her power in a long time. Not since she had used it on Wisenburg so long ago. The young Auror ran her hand through her hair and let out a quiet breath. “She turned out just fine. Better than fine,” Erela shrugged. He would accept her scary ability, right? Would he care?

    “A little guess of yours?”

    “No, it’s a fact,” she shook her head.

    “You’re in contact with her?”

    “You’re talking to her and want to MARRY her,” Erela laughed and swallowed another shot. She looked over at Markus and found his eyes wide and stared at her with disbelief. “Hello, I’m Erela Harris. I’m the Hufflepuff girl with a scary ability that gives me the power to mentally hurt people just by looking at them,” she mock introduced. “If I will pain onto them, that is,” she added quickly. He still stared at her with those light green eyes of his. “Please don’t stare at me like that . . . I already don’t like it as it is,” she sighed.

    “No . . . it’s just . . . you never told me about it . . .”

    “There’s a good reason for that,” she muttered. The last time she had used her power was when she threw it at Wisenburg when he left Hogwarts, so she hadn’t let her walls down in five years. “It’s not something one should share on a first date, don’t you think?”

    “Well . . . yeah, you’re right. But we’ve been going out, what, four and a half years and you never brought it up once. Don’t you trust me?” Markus asked.

    Erela pursed her lips and ran her hand through her hair. “I do . . . I was just afraid on how you would react.”

    “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

    She rolled her eyes at him and shook her eyes. “That’s because you’re crazy, Sir Gryffindor.”

    “And you’re still magnificent, Lady Hufflepuff,” Markus widely smiled at her and took her hand. “There’s nothing about you that will make me love you even less.”

    “You’re really bloody out of your mind,” she teased.

    “Yes, out of my mind IN LOVE with you,” he whispered and kissed her temple. It was interesting how nothing fazed the man and he would continue loving her no matter what she did or say. 

    Markus was brilliant and perfect for her.

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