A/N: This is for the Fantastic Beasts Challenge, for the category Yeti and the Flower Language Challenge, for the category Daffodil. BTW, Hazel and Harry are both 9 in this fic.
Used To It
Alone. Once again. Sitting on the table that he always sat on, the one in the far right corner, all by himself.
Harry sighed. Everyone shrank away from Harry in fear. Not in fear of Harry, but in fear of Dudley. It was always because of Dudley. Always.
To be alone was a fearsome thing. The things it could do to a 9 year old boy. But Harry was used to it. That surely wasn't a good thing, but he was used to it.
Alone. The word frightened him. And yet, he found comfort in it.
Harry sighed once more, as he got up to take a walk around.
People started to whisper. Harry felt people staring holes into the back of his head.
He hated it. Whenever he did anything people whispered and stared. But Harry was used to it. That surely wasn't a good thing, but he was used to it.
Harry sighed and sat back down.
Harry took a bite into his sandwich-made of nothing but lettuce in it. It was horrible. But Harry was used to it. So many things that Harry was used to. That surely wasn't a good thing, but he was used to it.
"Hi, my name's Hazel. Hazel Waters."
She was the person who didn't ignore him. Sure, she didn't exactly try to be friends with him, but she didn't ignore him.
She was beautiful.
And that's when he fell in love.
Sure, it was a dumb reason to fall in love. But it was love nonetheless.
It was the first person who hadn't hated him. And that little bit of affection, changed him forever.
Of course, this story doesn't end happily ever after.
She doesn't fall back in love with him.
Life's not fair.
But Harry's used to it. That surely wasn't a good thing, but he was used to it.
A/N: Hope you liked. Review, darlings!