Light in the Dark

Back to Hogwarts We Go!

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September 1st rolled in and Harry slowly awoke. He did not talk about what happened back on the school shopping trip. He didn't want, too scared to do so. When he had woken up, Uncle Sev had asked to examine him with his Auntie Cissa and they found the bruises from both Mrs. Weasley and the Photographer when they yanked on him. The pair partially guessed that his sudden lapse into submissiveness was due to being roughly handled, which triggered his PTSD episode. He let them assume it was such. Tom made sure to sleep with him at night and that helped because the nightmares began and he was scared!!

Enperadorea tried to talk with him, coax him into what happened, but not even the familiar could coax it out of him(Enperadorea had to make up an excuse that when Harry went catatonic for those few short minutes, it created a block in the 'bond' so he doesn't know what went through Harry's mind -while he is sure they suspect something, Enperadorea didn't want to give up the charade too soon and risk Hadrian's life more than his return-). So they reluctantly left it alone, hoping that when Harry was feeling well enough, feeling brave enough to talk about it, he will come to them. They hoped.

Harry got dressed after a hot shower and smiled softly at Enperadorea who was more lively this morning because of the long knitted Snake 'sweater' Hermione sent him last week after she asked her grandma to knit one. It was a rich emerald green with white snowflakes on it and a golden crown. The snake slept in it every night, loving how it kept him nice and warm and he was less groggy and lethargic in the mornings. Tom was not so lucky, though the more iron rich diet seemed to help him function better, he was still a hissing, snarling monster to anyone not his mother or Harry in the morning. Narcissa was spared and so was little Artie because Narcissa knew better than to talk to her nephew until he was more functional and Artie was a baby, she was immune to the whole 'piss off or die' hisses Tom gave off.

The other sweaters had been out groan or suffered from the stray spell fire from Ron Weasley's attempts to get at Harry. Hermione had seen how upset Harry had been and asked her grandma to knit some for the snakes and told Harry in the letter she sent with the gift to ask one of his guardians to enchant them so they cannot be damaged or fray too easily. Combing his hair into a neat ponytail, Loki meowing softly as Harry smiles and grabs his Displacer Beast's brush and begins to groom him as well. After he finishes he heads out to his room and smiles at Dobby packing the last minute things for him and packing extra treats and blankets for his animals as well as for himself.

"Thank you, Dobby... Please make sure the sweaters for Enperadorea are in the main compartment and that they are enchanted against pranks as well to go with the anti damage and fraying charms?" Harry asks.

"Dobby bes doings for Master Harry Potter!" The Elf chirps, ears flapping at his vigorous nod.

"Thank you, Dobby." He hugs his Elf, who by now stopped bursting into tears and panicking. Dobby hugged him back, his twig like limbs deceptively strong. "I will see you at Hols."

"Dobby bes looking forwards to seesing Master agains too!" Dobby hums and then pulls back to do as asked while Harry left the room after Hedwig flew over to perch on his shoulder, chirping and chittering with Loki as the kitten meows at her.

Draco is just starting his zombie shuffle to his parents room which means his Uncle is about to get tossed out of bed again. Harry giggles and cannot help but wonder why her Uncle did not simply just expand the bed or put up a baby barrier to keep himself from being tossed out of bed? Oh well, he will ask him at breakfast. He gets to Tom's door just as the familiar sound of Lucius yelping and falling fills the family wing. Giggling, he enters Tom's room and is surprised to see him already awake for once. Tom is shuffling about, Minty fussing away as he moves here and there. He is dressed, just a bit unkempt and a bit bleary eyed this morning.