Summer school //Drarry//

CHAPTER 7

Eleven sickles poorer later, he was on his way to Diagon Alley. He didn't know exactly why he wanted to go there, but the other option was the Weasley's, and he was not about to become a burden upon them for another summer.

" 'Ey, you shoul' 'o chat to Stan Shunpike. 'E 'elps 'round the bus and 'e's mute too!" Ernie, the bus driver, chirped. This caught Harry's attention. In all of Hogwarts, he hadn't met another mute kid. Ernie gestured towards a boy at the back before driving again.

The you green-eyed wizard felt seriously  endangered on the nightmare of a ride and curled up on his seat by the window. He had been meaning to talk to the boy, Stan, but he had to focus on staying alive and plans for the summer.

Why would you need to stay alive? Nobody cares.

Unfortunately, Harry was rather pissed and he rolled his eyes at the voice. Having risen a reaction, the voice began a constant string of insults. Harry persevered through it all.

In the end, the boy came to him, excitedly signing his introduction. Harry smiled and did the same. It was rather comforting to talk to a fellow mute, even if one of them could physically speak. Stan had lost his voice box in an accident as a child. Harry learned that most mute wizards and witches were thought to be squibs as they couldn't perform spells correctly.

"Your gift of wordless magic is incredible!" Stan praised.

Not true.

Harry smiled appreciatively before quickly changing subject. Frankly, he was not in the mood to put up with that voice anymore.

Lucky for Harry, Stan knew his way around the Wizarding world and suggested staying in the Leaky Cauldron, for the time being. The young twelve year old thanked him as the bus came to a stop.

On the morning of his birthday, Harry wasn't expecting much. So when he went downstairs to find a couple of stress-ridden teachers, he was beyond surprised. Charlotte leapt up at him, repeating apologies over and over. 

You should be the one apologising, freak.

Tim wrapped his arms around him. "I'm so sorry! We honestly didn't know where to find you and we were going to file a missing person case with the police if we didn't find you here. I shouldn't have put you in that class!" Charlotte cried, effectively catching the attention of nearby wizards and witches. That comment caught The brunette off guard. They looked for him?

They shouldn't have. They really shouldn't have

He thought they might have searched for a bit, but the incident was days ago. He didn't think they would drive all the way to London for him.

Sensing his shock, Tim gently quietened Charlotte and suggested they go to a muggle cafe to talk.

Over croissants and hot chocolate, they shared their stories. The booth they sat in had a curtain to hide them from the rest of the cafe and Charlotte taught him how to cast a silencing spell. Just because she dropped out, didn't mean she hadn't read everything there was to spells and magic in her first year.

A squib has more magic than you. Useless.

Harry shared his home struggles but left out the worst punishments. He didn't want them to over react. It didn't matter.

You don't matter.

Yet over react they did. Tim seethed and vowed to get Uncle Vernon arrested while Charlotte began to cry. Were they really that affected?