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Post by Isabella Delecruz on Apr 11, 2006 23:44:49 GMT -5
She walked out of the door from Harry's office she looked around the hall, making sure no one was around, she knew there was no one, every one was in Harry's office She waited for him to exit from the door, those were the longest seconds in her life.
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Post by Harry Potter on Apr 11, 2006 23:52:14 GMT -5
Harry, as promised, followed Isabella out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him, and down the corridor a short distance, mentally thanking Merlin that he'd had the presence of mind to place unbreakable anti-eavesdropping spells on his office that protected in both directions. Attempting to look nonchalant as he neared 'Bella, he too glanced about to make sure that they were truly alone.
"Alright, what is it 'Bella?" he asked, his tone slightly more abrupt than he had intended it to be. "I have to get this investigation underway, not to mention the fact that you need to look into the claims of a teacher death." He wasn't deliberately ignoring her tears or her nerves, but he'd never been the most sensitive or observant person in the world when it came to emotions.
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Post by Isabella Delecruz on Apr 12, 2006 7:06:11 GMT -5
Isabella clinched her hands together and pases the floor for a moment. She pushed her hair out of her face and behind her ear yet again bit her bottom lip and let out a sigh, "Harry Im worried about you!" she said the tears really starting to come down, "What if, well what if some thing happens and you dont ever get to see your baby!" she let out rather quickly then her hand went to her face and she wiped away the tears and looked at Harry to see what he would say.
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Post by Harry Potter on Apr 15, 2006 1:41:37 GMT -5
Harry fought very briefly with himself to keep from moving closer to Isabella but very quickly lost that battle. Stepping near her, he wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks with gentle fingers and couldn't help but caress her cheek lightly, despite his best intentions to leave well enough alone.
"'Bella, Kali's fourteen," he reminded her gently. "She's hardly a baby any more. Besides, I don't intend to let anything happen to me." It never occurred to Harry that Isabella could possibly mean anyone other than Kali, so it was with a touch of exasperation that he looked down at her - this was a conversation he'd expect to have with Hermione since it concerned Kali, not Isabella.
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Post by Isabella Delecruz on Apr 15, 2006 1:48:27 GMT -5
Isabella shook her head, and pushed Harry away." Harry! I told you, this could not happen any more!" she looked down at the floor, "I'm not talking about Kali" she looked up at him while her hand moved from her side to her stomach, "Harry, Im pregnant!" She looked at him with an even deeper stare, "and its yours Harry!" she said while a tear ran down her cheek.
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Post by Harry Potter on Apr 15, 2006 1:55:36 GMT -5
"You think I don't know that this needs to stop, 'Bella?" Harry asked her, running a frustrated hand through his eternally messy hair. "I'm the one with the spouse, remember? It's not like it's my fault that you're-..." He cut off his sentence, consciously stepping a couple of paces back from Isabella. He tried desperately to pull his emotions back into order, but there was no hope of that once he heard what else Isabella had to say.
"You... what?" he asked weakly, staring in disbelief at Isabella. "But you said everything was fine, that there was no chance... then how-...?" He rubbed a hand across his forehead, clearly confused. "You're sure it's mine?" he asked then, not meaning it in any offensive way.
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Post by Isabella Delecruz on Apr 15, 2006 2:02:16 GMT -5
"Its not your fault im what?!" she yelled at him, she tilted her head, she was geting angry with him, "it takes two to tango Mr. Potter, oh wait, YOUR the all mighty Harry Potter," she continued to yell, " You do nothing wrong, and im just an evil doer!"
Isabella smaked the top of her forehead with her palm and ran her hand trough her hair fastly, a thing she does everytime she gets mad, "What do you mean 'is it yours'?!" she started yelling again, "Of course it is! What do you think I'm easy or i get around alot, was that all i was to you?!"
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Post by Harry Potter on Apr 15, 2006 2:16:59 GMT -5
"It's not my fault that you're so d**ned gorgeous," Harry retorted before he had a chance to think about what he was saying, his age-old temper flaring up once more. He let out a sigh and turned away from Isabella, frowning as he tried to work out what to do.
"Don't yell at me, 'Bella. That's not what I meant and you know it," he told her sharply, his green eyes flashing slightly from mainly surpressed anger. "I simply meant... oh, forget it," he muttered, letting out an explosive sigh. "So what are we going to do, then?" he asked, crossing his arms across his midriff. "What are you going to do, more to the point?"
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Post by Isabella Delecruz on Apr 15, 2006 2:22:12 GMT -5
Isabella rolled her eyes, and turned around so she was not facing him
"I am going to hopefully find some one dumb enough to marry me before i start showing, then tell him it is his baby." she said, she had been working on this plan for a while, but she didnt have long to put it into play, only a few months, "and know one will ever know its yours, harry" she truned back around to face him, "that sound good, well it doesnt matter, because you will have nothing to do with this baby.....and Hermione shall never, i mean never, know!"
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Post by Harry Potter on Apr 15, 2006 2:40:59 GMT -5
"If you don't want me to have anything do to with the baby, then what was the point of this conversation?" Harry asked, his temper rising as he failed to see the logic that Isabella had used in deciding to tell him that she was pregnant. "It would have been better if you hadn't told me." 'Because then I wouldn't feel morally obliged to support you if you can't find a husband,' he added silently. He began to pace the width of the corridor, occasionally running his hand through his hair, and finally stopped, turning to face Isabella once more. "What was the point?" he asked once more, unable to think of anything more intelligent to ask, yet feeling that he couldn't just walk away, that the conversation wasn't over.
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Post by Isabella Delecruz on May 7, 2006 1:23:00 GMT -5
Isabella knew exactly what she was doing, she knew why she told harry it was his baby, "im sorry maybe youre right, maybe I shouldnt have told you the baby was yours, harry" She wanted him to know the baby was his so he would protect the baby, and the babys mother, "well we might want to go back in your office, before they get worried!" she said as she headed toward the door.
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