October 16, 1998
As I woke up in my new house, the delicious smell of bacon filled the air, instantly putting a smile on my face. Excitement surged through me as I quickly got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. To my delight, I found Harry and Ron already there. Harry was skillfully flipping bacon in a pan, while Ron was setting down plates and filling cups with juice.
"Good morning, Sofia!" Harry greeted me, his eyes sparkling with warmth.
"Morning!" Ron chimed in a bright smile on his face.
Returning their greetings, I took a seat at the table, eagerly awaiting the scrumptious breakfast that Harry was preparing. He soon served me a plate of food, and I thanked them both for their efforts. We began eating, savoring the delicious meal in comfortable silence.
After we finished eating, Ron excused himself, mentioning that he needed to shower and get ready for work. Harry and I nodded in acknowledgment, and as Ron left the room, Harry cleared his throat, capturing my attention.
"Hey, Sofia, do you mind if we go to the couch? There's something I want to talk to you about," Harry said, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness.
My heart skipped a beat, and a wave of unease washed over me. I followed Harry to the couch, my mind racing with thoughts and worries. What could he possibly want to discuss? I settled onto the couch, trying my best to appear calm as Harry joined me.
Once we were both seated, Harry took a deep breath and began to speak. He brought up the situation that occurred during my gender reveal, a day that left me feeling confused and melancholic. I sighed, my shoulders slumping as I admitted, "I don't know what I did that day, Harry. All I know is that something was off. I felt so lost and sad, but I couldn't pinpoint why."
Harry listened attentively, his gaze filled with understanding. With the utmost respect for my wishes, he asked for permission to check the last spell on my wand. I hesitated for a moment but ultimately agreed, though I made it clear that I didn't want to know the purpose of the spell. If I had indeed done something, there must have been a reason behind it.
Handing over my wand, I watched as Harry carefully examined it. His expression turned somber as he discovered what my last spell had been. He gave me a sad look, and with a heavy sigh, he told me, "Sofia, I have a pretty good idea of what you did, but I understand that you don't want to know the details. When you're ready, I'll tell you everything."
Tears welled up in my eyes, a mix of fear and relief flooding my heart. I appreciated Harry's consideration, knowing that he was protecting me from a truth that might be difficult to bear. He then asked if I wanted the others to know about what happened. I shrugged my shoulders, unsure whether I should burden them with my actions. I entrusted Harry with the decision, requesting that they only reveal the truth if necessary.
Agreeing to my request, Harry nodded solemnly. We both rose from the couch, resolving to continue with our day. As we got ready for work, a weight hung in the air, the unspoken knowledge of my mysterious spell lingering between us. Deep down, I knew that when the time was right, Harry would share the truth with me, helping me navigate the repercussions of my actions. Until then, I would focus on finding solace within myself and rebuilding the trust I may have inadvertently shattered.
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Once I finished getting ready and checking that I had everything I needed, I knew it was time to leave. Harry and Ron grabbed their bags, ready to depart too. As we strolled down the bustling street, we appreciated the refreshing morning air as well as the companionship that only genuine friends can provide.
As we reached the entrance of my workplace, we paused for a moment. Harry and Ron bid me goodbye, their faces beaming with encouragement and support. They wished me a productive day ahead and reminded me to reach out if I needed anything.
With their well-wishes echoing in my mind, I entered the building, ready to tackle the challenges that awaited me. Their friendship had given me a boost of confidence and a sense of belonging, making the day ahead seem a little brighter.
I was so appreciative of the time Harry and Ron spent with me this morning, despite their important roles at the Ministry. They were my rocks, always there to offer a compassionate ear or a helping hand.
As I settled into my work routine, I couldn't help but eagerly anticipate catching up with them and the girls later on, eager to share the stories of our work and school experiences.
