- Harry! - I called out.
He stopped and turned around, his face blank and tired.
- Yes?
-Lets go ask the House Elves if they can bring us anything, - I said, catching up with him trying to sound as cheerful as I could.
Harry nodded. He seemed to be ashamed of himself now and I could almost see the confusion in his face.
- Would be a great help if you tried to talk, - I said, - I'm feeling a little disassociated at the moment and could do with some conversation.
Harry glanced at me.
- I'm sorry I... it was... I mean I don't know you, but...
- Oh Harry, stop it, - I said, almost angrily because of the pain I was still experiencing. - I know what you feel. I think since there's no one else in the school who's so vulnerable, I think we should try to be friendly towards each other.
Harry nodded and he pointed down the corridor.
- That way.
We walked, side by side in silence.
Until he asked:
- What do you hear? Or see when those... things come?
I looked at him, debating how much I could tell him.
- I hear the words that hurt me most and feel excruciating pain.
- Physical pain?
- Emotional pain so strong it turns to physical.
Harry nodded.
- You?
He shrugged his shoulders.
- Never mind, you don't have to tell me. - I said.
- I hear my mother screaming. And Voldemort laughing. My mother.. and father died when I was little, - Harry said quietly. - Voldemort murdered them.
I couldn't help but stop. Harry stopped too, uneasy, as if he was regretting what he'd told me.
- I wish I could say something more sympathetic than "I'm sorry", - I said. - I have no idea what you must have gone through.
Harry nodded - again. I decided to keep walking and he followed me.
- Hot chocolate? - he asked, after a while.
- I could do with something stronger, - I muttered and looked at Harry again. And somehow that was the best thing I could have done. Because for the first time since we shook hands that evening, Harry Potter smiled.
It was a much merrier Harry and I who left the House Elves, hot chocolate in our hands and an invisible bottle of brandy in my pocket.
- I still can't believe they gave you that, - Harry laughed as I winked at him and fingered my pocket.
- Being of age does wonders, - I said. - Sometimes I feel like alcohol is the only thing worth becoming of age for.
Harry laughed, again.
- Did I give you more than a few drops? - I asked, furrowing my brow playfully.
- I feel.. giggly, - Harry confessed, trying to pull himself together.
- I'm relieved to see you relaxed, darling, but if Lupin finds out, he'll be after my blood.
Harry looked at me.
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Fanfiction1993. Hogwarts Castle. Lennie, an A+ student from some low-end wizarding college is sent to Hogwarts as an exchange. She doesn't want to go. Maybe because she's the kind of person that would much rather sit at home and daydream or read books or stud...
