|The Heart of Everything: Shallow Bay
Author: Aphrodite-Venus-u.k PM
Marcus Flint and Katie Bell have had some rough spots, but have found ways to work through them. With the Dark War knocking on their door will they be able to stay in the shallow bay and not float out to sea? Or will the war bring them closer together? New alliances are formed and old friendships are broken. Picks up where The Heart of Everything left off!Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Marcus F. & Katie B. - Chapters: 35 - Words: 65,783 - Reviews: 27 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 06-18-13 - Published: 08-16-12 - id: 8436226
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Chapter Twenty: Unleashed
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The underlined portions are taken directly from the novel; I do not own those parts. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: This fanfiction is going to be different from my other stories. This picks up where "The Heart of Everything" left off. The time in the books also changes. So, pay attention the time, so you don't get confused. Some of the chapters are other Marcus Flint/Katie Bell stories, just with more changes and deleted scenes added.
Time: Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
Genre: Romance, Drama, and Friendship
The next day Marcus stood staring at the opened chest with his arms crossed over his chest. He really did not understand why he had got stuck with this job. Sure the instructions were in Irish and he could speak the language. However, he was not the only one in the Order who could. That left only one other option.
This was some kind of test. He knew that some of the Order members did not trust him. Maybe Mad Eye had given him this job in order to prove himself to the doubting members. If Marcus screwed up, then he would lose the trust of the entire Order. Even though he really did not want to be friends with all of the Order members, he at least wanted to be trusted by them. He had not done anything wrong to lose their trust, he just never had it.
Marcus reached into the chest and began to pull out the documents from within the it. He needed to start somewhere.
Each document contained some sort of drawing or words. There appeared to be no order to the documents and no way to determine any sort of order. There was dozens of this documents. This was going to be a fun job. He cursed the one who had just thrown the papers into the chest without any order.
Once all of the documents were out of the chest and onto his dining room table, Marcus slumped down on a chair and swore again. This chest was making him swear more than he usually did and he had not really started on it.
Marcus stood up and placed both hands on the table as he stared at the mess. That is was it was: one giant mess. He really had no idea where to start or even how to start. He had thought that by pulling the documents out of the chest he would had some answers. Now, it was clear that the chest did not hold answers, but held questions.
"A lorg an fhírinne, ní mór duit a oscailt do shúile. Chun freagraí a lorg, ní mór duit muinín do neamhchiontachta. A oscailt an cófra dorcha wonders, é a fheiceáil trí croí glan go raibh cónaí ar uair amháin mar sin ó shin fada," he muttered. To seek the truth, you must open your eyes. To seek answers, you must trust your innocence. To open the dark chest of wonders, see it through a pure heart that lived once so long ago. Was there something in that message?
He heard someone come up behind him and begin to rub his shoulders. He looked back into Katie's beautiful blue eyes. She smiled at him as her eyes kept darting down to the table. However, she did not ask what he was doing.
"I'll make us some tea," she said. She walked over to the kitchen area and began to busy herself with the tea making process.
Marcus stared back down at the mess on the table and frowned. " To seek the truth, you must open your eyes. To seek answers, you must trust your innocence," he muttered. He figured that it would be best if he just focused on the first part of the riddle. He had already figured out the last part of it. He really was not sure how he did it though. "To seek the truth, you must open your eyes. To seek answers, you must trust your innocence."
He felt a tap on his bicep and turned. Katie was there with his cup of tea. He took it and turned back to his thoughts without saying a word.
Katie stood beside of Marcus. "What are you muttering about?" she inquired.
Marcus took a long drink of tea. The hot liquid almost burned his mouth. "I don't really know."
Katie pointed to the table. "Does it have something to do with these?"
Marcus sighed. "Yeah." He pointed to the riddle. "This is a clue to figuring out what it all means."
Katie nodded as she took a drink. "Do you have any idea what is something to be?"
Marcus nodded. "It is supposed to be some sort of long range weapon from the First Dark War. They were all supposedly destroyed and these are the directions to rebuilding them. The only problem is that I cannot determine where the instructions begin and where they end."
"What does the riddle mean?" Katie inquired.
"To seek the truth, you must open your eyes. To seek answers, you must trust your innocence. To open the dark chest of wonders, see it through a pure heart that lived once so long ago," Marcus replied from memory. "To get it opened, I had to trust the child in me."
"What about now?"
Marcus stared straight ahead. "I don't know." He paused. "I tried to do the same thing and it did not work." He sucked in a deep breath. "Maybe I can't pull that inner child out now."
Katie rubbed his back. "If you were able to pull it out the first time, you should be able to do it again. Look for your innocence. Remember what it was like to be a child."
Marcus wanted to believe that it was that simple. Reaching for his inner child was not that simple. He really had not acted like a child in years. All the moving and the absence of his parents had forced him to grow up quickly. Being a child was like a fairy tale to him.
Katie put her arms around his waist. "Believe," she whispered. "Unleash your inner child."
Marcus leaned into her. He needed to believe her, but his mind would not allow him to. "I can't," he muttered.
Katie crossed her arms. "I can think of something pretty childish about you?"
Marcus frowned. What in the world could she be talking about?
"The hate between you and Oliver," Katie said. "You two have hated each other for years over something very mirror. A rivalry seems pretty innocent to me."
The more Marcus thought about it, the more she seemed right. He hated it when she was right about things like this.
"Think about it and believe," Katie whispered as she stepped away from him.
Marcus thought about it for a bit.
He watched Wood's stunned face as he lead his team across the pitch. He watched as the face went from stunned, to angry, to shocked, back to angry, and repeat. Marcus raised an eyebrow at him.
"Captains shake hands," Madam Pooch commanded once they reached the centre of the field.
Wood gripped Marcus's hand with all of his might. He was trying to break Marcus's fingers. Marcus didn't wince. He applied just as much pressure if not more.
"What are you doing here?" Wood said in undertone. He didn't want Madam Pooch to hear.
"Why, playing Quidditch," Marcus said. "What else would I be doing on the pitch?"
Wood glared at him.
"And beating you," Marcus hissed.
"You've got two injured players. Didn't Montague take a Bludger to the head last weekend? I know for a fact that you're not back one hundred percent. Pucey's out because of injury, so you've got a reserve. Hum, I think the tides are against you," Wood said with a smirk.
"I wasn't referring to that. I was referring to the fact, that I'm not the one who hurt Katie." With that, he released Wood's hand.
A few minutes later, Katie taped Marcus's shoulder. "Well?"
Marcus did not look at her. "What?"
Katie hit him in the ribs hard. Marcus winced and rubbed his rib. "That hurt."
"Good." She paused. "Did thinking about it help?"
Marcus shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't tried anything yet."
Katie's eyes narrowed. "Do you want hit again?"
"Nah, I'm good."
"Then answer the question."
Marcus turned back to the documents. A few of them had moved into what appeared to be some kind of order. "Yeah, a few of them moved."
Katie looked at the table. "Is it enough to give you a start?"
Marcus stared at the documents. "Yeah, I think it will."
Katie nodded. "See, you need to trust me."
Marcus could feel an evil smile forming on his face. " Magari una volta ogni tanto."
Katie hit his rib again.
"Will you quit hitting me? You don't even know what I said."
Katie got a thoughtful look on her face. "True, but it must had been bad."
"Because you said it in Italian."
"And?" Marcus raised an eyebrow.
"You only say things in Italian around me if you don't want me to know what you said."
Marcus looked at her and bent down to kiss her lips. Her breath smelled of tea and toothpaste. Her lips were so soft against his.
"Is this all you two do?" Haley's voice rang throughout the open house.
Marcus jumped away from Katie and glared at his sister. "You know you could go home."
Haley leaned against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. "Do you want me to be all alone?"
"Are you going to keep pestering me?"
Haley pushed off from the wall. "I am your little sister and as your little sister it is my job to make you as miserable as possible." She looked at the documents on the table. "Seems like this person is doing an even better job than I do." She shook her head and tsked. "I am really slacking on my job."
Marcus pulled Haley away from the table. He really did not want her around this stuff.
Haley struck her brother on the arm. "I want to see." She shook free of his grip and went back over the table. A few of the documents moved on the table.
Marcus sighed. He wondered when he would be free of this mess.
Katie was sipping her tea and smirking at him. Marcus knew what she was thinking.
"Don't say it," he said.
Katie's smirk widened. "You know fighting with your sister is what children do."
"I know a lot of older people who fight with their sisters," Marcus said.
"But it did make some of the papers move," Katie fired back.
Haley looked over her shoulder at him. "You two bicker like an old married couple," she said as a few more of the documents moved.
Marcus and Katie exchanged looks.
"Do we sound like an old married couple to you?" Katie asked Marcus.
Marcus shook his head. "I don't see it."
"See, I don't think we do either."
Haley smiled. "Well, I do."
"And did anyone ask you?" Marcus asked.
Haley got a thoughtful look on her face. "Well, technically you just did."
Marcus sighed. He knew that there was end to this. However, it did get a few of the documents to move into their proper places. All he needed was a few more of the pieces of paper to move to unleash all of its' secrets.