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‘ The prince of Death’ that’s what the prophet had been calling him when the new year came. They even had shown a picture of pail blond hair covered in bright red blood to really push that idea.
Beginning 8th year was a new experience. Yet the same as all the others. The carriage ride, the sorting, and the feast. Harry could tell the air was thick with a feeling, an unknown feeling. The 8th years had their own table. Away from the rest. Harry knows it’s because Headmistress Mcgonagall wishes for the 8th years to be closer and have time to bond. But Harry couldn't help the feeling this makes the 8th years more Different from the rest. The other years were much calmer and happier to be back. But you could feel the tension in the air. Waiting for something to happen. But nothing ever did. The feast went off without a hitch. No fist fights or hex’s. The tension in the air seems to dwindle and it vaguely resembles the times before the war. Hermione and Ron had let it go halfway through and begin to speak quietly and hush voices to another. Harry was glad they finally got their heads together and got together during the summer after the war. Though it seemed that Harry was no longer a member of their group. Oftentimes they would forget Harry existed for a second. when they did realize they would all treat him with care when speaking to him. A lot of people did that actually. Oftentimes biting their lips and instead sing his praises. Harry never noticed before how much he hated getting praised. It made his hair stand up and his teeth grind till he was sure they would turn to dust. He hated how they all seem to see him as a god. He could no longer do wrong. No that’s wrong, he was not allow to do wrong.
Ginny, poor fucking Ginny. She could not fathom he no longer wish to be hers. Nither did Ron or her- no. Harry shook his head and took a deep sigh. “ hay you good mate ?“ asked Ron gently bumping into his shoulder. His bright red hair had been cut to almost look nice. Molly had begged Harry for him to have a hair cut but he couldn’t to bring himself. Letting it grow to past his ears. “ I’m fine man “ Harry said, trying to choke down a spoon full of mashed potatoes. “ Is this about what mum had been on about? “ Ron whispered. Molly had been insisted on when him and Ginny would get back together and when he would-“ oh uh no just it’s to loud “ Harry tried to say. It was loud but that’s not what he’s been drowning in. Ron gave him a sad smile “you want to leave ?” Harry bit his tongue and shook his head “ na we’re almost done” Ron gave him one last look before turning back and speaking much louder and boisterous with Seamus.
Harry bit his lips and turned back to his plate. He was not hungry. He juts need to…. What? He looked up and down the table. He unintentionally dug his fork into his plate. He’s not here. Where is he, he should be here. I made sure of it, I made SURE he would be here, why is he not here- fuck “ Harry cursed as a crack spread across the plate from the pressure of his fork. He took a deep breath and mutter a quick spell before Ron could see the damage. He probably doesn’t want to be in the great hall at the moment. He will be in the new 8th year dorms. Yes, that has to be it. Harry doesn’t thank he will survive this without him.
Fuck why is he not here. Harry grinned his teeth as he looked round the group of 8th years following Mcgonagall to the new 8th year dorm and common rooms. “ Harry, are you alright ?” Hermione asked stepping up with him. “ oh ya I’m fine “ are you looking for someone? You seem impatient “ oh no Monie I’m fine. just truing to figure out where the room is. You know? “ he chuckled but only half heartily. She was quiet for a good second. Harry assumed she had left or was thinking of something else but she spoke so quietly he barely caught it. “ Malfoy is not here to see “ Harry stopped dead in his tracks, making the guy behind him slam into him in an accident “ oh shit sorry ha-“ Harry ignored him and continued to speed walk away. “ ok and ?” Harry I know all summer you have been thinking about him. I’m surprised you haven't gone to his house yet” why would I do that? “
He had
“Look Harry I know you- “ Hermione please a stop talking “ look harr-“ we’re here shut up” Harry !” Here is your 8th year dorm room. Be sure not to forget where it is and go to your old house. “ The door was a painting . It was a floral garden with a young lady with pretty blond hair.
Blond
She had a pet bunny on her lap.
was she taunting him on purposes ?
An elegantly embroidered hand fan was covering half of her face as she giggled at the group of 8th years. “ this is Madam Flower tell her the password ‘ united ‘ and she will open her doors for you '' Mcgonagall didn’t even dignify the giggle some student did at the wording with a response. Yet just as she said the words to Madam Flower. The door swooshed open letting then all walked in. The common room was not any color of any house. But a soft purple. A light brown couch with different colored purple pillows and blanketed draped the couch and many chairs scattered about . There was a corner of the room with many book shelves and four wooden tables. At the end of the right wall was the staircases that went up to the dorms. Next to it was a large parchment showing all our names and roommates. Mcgonagall speech on unity and how they now have a roommate from a different house went surprise well. considering who she was speaking to. But Harry completely ignored her till she stood out of the way to allow everyone to find there new roommates and room. But Harry went up to her “ um professor “ ah yes Mr.potter “ she asked her eyes twinkled when she saw him. “ Did you um ma-'' yes Harry I did make sure you two were roommates `` her face then hardened “ I expect that this is out of the goodness of your heart and to hope to fix your two's relationship and not -'' no no professor I would never do anything like that, I was just wondered where he was? I didn’t see him at the feast or-“ ahh yes, he has some issues to clear up before-“ what wrong! Do I need to g-“ Harry would you let me finish, it is not my place to say but-“
It’s my place to know
“ but he was asked to give his memory and some testimony to put the more…… intelligent and influential people away” so he’s not in trouble “ her face softened “ no Mr.Potter he should be back by the morning, in fact he is being a large help to the ministry at the moment. “ Harry was very… very relieved he was in no danger, but he did not like the idea of the ministry having their hands on him. They are not safe, they may try to use him.
He had bid Ron and Hermione a good night and went to his room for the time being. Ron had asked who he was roomed with but he changed the subject quickly. Ron was lucky and got out with a Hufflepuff and Hermione got Padma. Harry predictably sprinted to his room after he got Hermione off his tail.
he found his room at the end of one of the winding hallways. It was a decent size with 2 twin beds. Both have the pail almost lavender purple sheets and canopy. A decent size window was on the far wall. It was bigger than the windows in Gryffindor tower but smaller than the large almost entire wall windows he had caught a glimpse of from slytherin. At least it wasn't under water. Instead showing the entire view of the lake. You couldn’t even see land from this angle but, the small slip of shore. There was a desk and a small bookshelf on the right wall along with a door leading to a bathroom. The two beds were far apart on the left wall. The bedside table in the middle and a decent gap.
That’s too far away.
What if he has a nightmare and Harry won’t hear it because it’s too far away. What if he begins choking in his sleep….
Maybe I should move them. Just a bit closer.
With a swish of his wand the bedside table were on the other side of the beds. The space between the beds shrunk, now only allows for one person to stand there. ( a vary ting person) but He became instantly calmer. Then a feeling came up. What if I’m pushing the boundaries? Would he want me to be so close to him? But I’m doing this for his safety.
Are you sure?
Harry shook his head. And move the beds a few inches apart. But not too much. There that’s better. He nodded to himself and decided to pick the bed closest to the door.
I can make sure I know when he leaves.
Harry hates waking up to light shiny in his eyes. And jet he still enjoys watching the sun in the morning. Draco would call that a contradiction. He grabbed his night clothes and took a shower. A quick shower. Don’t thank, just get clean. Don’t thank about it. The water was ice cold when he got out. He didn’t even have to wipe the mirror clean. He looked at the bed near the window. What if he does choke and he put a silencing charm. I won’t be- stope that. He shook his head and put his wand down.
When did I grab that?
Harry shook his head more. Letting the water droplets fall from his hair. He’s thinking stupide things again. He’s been doing that a lot lately. Once during the summer Ron and Hermione went to visit her family leaving him alone for 2 weeks at 12 grimmauld place. At the end of the 2 weeks he has been sleeping in a rose bush outside the window for 3 days straight. Eating raw rabbets he had killed with his hands. He still remembered breaking their necks. And there white fur. When he got back home had dinner with his two best friends. He realized he had ripped up all the photos at 12 grimmauld place and practically tore the family tree tapestry off only having 2 names left. He didn’t tell the others of this. Instead saying he was re-decorating.
The house is still covered in dust and locked doors.
Harry bit his lips. He really needs to talk to his friends. So he does, He put on some pants and wondered down the hall till he got to Ron’s room. He nocked and was greeted by a boy he had seen but never knew the name of. He ignored his star eyes and smiled at Ron. They had played a game of chess, and talked about him and Hermione. till 12 hit and the other boy has asked hesataly if he could get some sleep and Harry was kicked out. When he got back to his room he blushed on how close he had put the two beds. And rolled his eyes at his own mind.
He didn’t move the beds back.
Harry was to tired hill do it tomorrow morning ,before he comes.
He’s coming,
Harry is will be able to see him and speak to him again
What are your talking about, you have almost been able to see him.