Dear Seeker

by chosenpotter

dear seeker, i've just found out that i'm gay. help? sincerely, gay panic eighth year has come around, and hermione granger's had the idea to make a school newspaper. and in an anonymous ask section, harry's answering the questions of students. but how he can be be falling in love with one of the askers? [post war] [drarry, among other ships]

1. issue zero the beginning

"Hermione, this is really stupid."

"Is not! It's a good way to get everyone back to normal."

Harry sighed, half slumped over in his seat as he listened to Hermione and Ron bicker. When didn't they bicker? But for once, Harry was on Ron's side about this. Why did they care about getting people back to normal when they were hardly back to normal themselves. Harry sometimes heard Ron whimpering into his pillow about Fred during the night, and he, too, was still scarred.

"Harry Potter, I'm talking to you!" Hermione's loud voice broke through Harry's muddled thoughts, and he gazed up at her.

"Huh? I wasn't listening." he sheepishly replied, watching her frown.

Hermione sighed in annoyance, putting her hands on her hips. "What I was asking you was what job that you wanted on the paper!"

Harry sat up a bit straighter. "I'm going to be blunt with you, Hermione. I really, really could care less about this. I'm with Ron here."

"Fine." Hermione said shortly. "Then you're going to be our letter answerer."

"Like a Dear Abby?" Harry asked, horrified. "But what about sports? I could do sports!"

"That's my job, mate." Ron said, smirking a bit over at him. "Sorry, not sorry."

Harry chucked his notebook at Ron's head, who dodged out of the way and laughed. "Shut it, you git! C'mon, Hermione, isn't there anything else?"

Hermione simply shrugged. "Nope. First come, first serve."

Harry groaned, putting his head in his hands. This was going to go horribly, and he knew it. But there wasn't a thing he could do about it, and that was the most unfortunate part about this whole newspaper thing.

"We need a good name for you." Hermione said thoughtfully. "I know you'd murder me if I put you down as Dear Abby."

"Damn right." Harry grumbled. "But I don't want it to be something stupid."

"How about Dear Seeker?" Ron suggested. "It works, and you're a Seeker, so it suits you."

Harry thought about it for a moment. Dear Seeker did have a nice ring to it. Perhaps he could actually enjoy himself, seeing the inner desires and worries of his schoolmates.

"I'm in."

And that's how Dear Seeker, and the Hogwarts Gazette, were born.