I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
He sat inside his bedroom in 12 Grimmauld Place, located at the Borough of Islington in London, it was the first time he was here, and he was somewhat alone, minus his pals Ron Weasley, and his family, and Hermione Granger. He sat at the old wooden desk, reading Quidditch Through the Ages, with a lamp lighting the desk so he could be able to read it. All alone, Logan Westbrook, a 14-year-old wizard, sat there, even though he was reading, he was still bored, nobody had came to his bedroom to check on him, or talk to him, Fred and George, Rons brothers, had pulled pranks on him for a few minutes, but stopped after Logan tried to put an end to it by using the full body-bind curse, and after his former teacher and friend, Remus, caught him trying to do it. "They must think I'm dead." Logan thought, he had been bored ever since a few weeks ago, when he had stopped getting letters from a certain Veela from France, which he had talked to after the 1994-1995 Triwizard Tournament which was held at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "Why are you not sending me letters Fleur?" he thought. He closed the book and started to think of something else to do instead of reading.
He could read.
No
He could write
Not in the mood to.
He could play the piano.
Yes
He got up from the desk, and went over to the door, he opened it, and looked around, nobody seemed to be around, and he exited the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He begin to make the journey downstairs, and heard a door open, and close, "Probably nothing." he thought, and kept walking towards the drawing room, where the piano stayed, he entered the room and saw the piano, he sat down, and looked at the white keys that were attached to it. He pressed a key, then another, next thing he knew, he was playing Fur Elise. The sound of the classical music that he was playing filled the room with peace it seemed, it almost made Logan fall asleep, later on he finished the song, and heard somebody clap from behind, he turned to see her, his godmother, Nymphadora Tonks was at one of the couch, she must've sneaked over to it while he was playing. His face lit up like a boy on his birthday, or Christmas Day even, he went over to her, she got up from the couch, and they shared a hug, "Good to see you Nym!" he said, embracing her tightly, Nymphadora could barely breath, but she didn't care, her godson missed her, she patted him on the back. "Good to see you to Logan." she said with a smile, they stopped hugging, "What're you doing here?" Logan asked, looking at his godmother while sitting down on the couch, "Harry got into... trouble..." she answered, "What happened?".
"Well, Logan used the patronus charm in front of a muggle, his cousin..."
"Go on."
"...And he got in trouble, the ministry sent him a letter saying he was expelled from Hogwarts... and we came and got him, brought him here." she added, "Is that so?" he questioned.
"Yes."
"Well, he told me about his cousin in letters, but its great to see you again!" he said, "I agree with you." she said, "Now come on, lets go in the dining room."
After several minutes of hearing Harry and Sirius talking about Voldemort, everybody engaged in casual conversation, it was then Nymphadora brought up something Logan didn't feel like talking about at the moment, "So Logan, who was the girl you talked to this Summer?" "Shite!" he thought, "Her name is Fleur, she was at the tournament a few months ago..." Fred said.
"Stop."
"He also went to the Yule Ball with her..." George added.
"Please stop."
"Hey Logan, didn't you guys snog after-"
"ENOUGH!" Logan nearly screamed, everybody looked at Logan, who had an angry on his face, "Enough..." he said in a regular, though angry tone. "We did not snog after the Yule Ball, that liar Rita Skeeter is responsible for doing that! You guys all know that's not true!" he said, "What happened was, we danced, we walked for a little outside, we kissed, end of story!" he added.
"What she said is rubbish!"
"Logan." Nymphadora said, "That's enough." everybody then looked in different directions and back to their business, "I'm sorry, its just that she hasn't spoken to me for weeks, and-"
"We understand Logan, don't worry." Mrs. Weasley said, "No, you don't." he said, "We have talked for a long time this Summer, I'd send her a letter one day, she'd send me one back the next morning, if I was lucky I'd run away and head to France-" he said until Mrs. Weasley interrupted him, "You don't mean that do you?!" "I do, besides I haven't seen her in so long." he said, "Surely you guys can understand that, can you?" he asked, everybody just stayed silent. "Well fine." Logan said, and walked out of the dining room.
