Harry
"Uggh"
Harry Potter woke up from his slumber feeling quite disoriented. The alarm sounded off, buzzing rather loudly than he had intended it to. He groaned from the sharp pounding in his head, slowly casting sleep- filled eyes at the alarm. Exactly 3 a.m. He had no idea what exactly dumbledoor wanted with him at such wee hours in the morning. He wasn't even sure if he had drank the ambienso potion which dumbledoor gave him a couple days ago. 'Its for the best Harry' he remembered the old man saying while they stood outside professor snape's classroom door. He could clearly remember the small nod and the sad smile he gave before he walked away, leaving him confused. He had told Harry he wanted to discuss an important issue with him; an issue which acquires outmost secrecy, though Harry thought he had a general idea what the discussion would entail.
Harry swung both legs to the opposite side of the bed and dragged them towards his table where he remembered placing the potion. It had swirling dark and green threads of special ingredients. Parsley was its main ingredient. He grabbed the bottle in the overwelming darkness. Yes, Harry had grown accustomed to darkness during his battles with the dark Lord. He thought bitterly about it. He then shake the bottle then realised that he had indeed drank all of it as dumbledoor instructed. Why did Dumbledoor gave him such a potion? Was it to relax his weary nerves? If so, the maker of this potion had surely failed in Harry's book. He still felt the same as always; ansty and miserable. He sometimes wished there was a place called ' F.U.C.K O.F.F ''; Where he could live alone without people butting in his life. No one seems fit to even comprehend him.
He sighed to himself, reaching for the little old kettle Sirius gave him, pouring a small amount of water in it. It was a regular routine. He loved coffee. He had to have coffee. It made his whole world stayed upright; made it the ordinary. He thanked Sirius to the point where he had to run away from the boy from not clinging to his mere flesh. Harry laughed to himself at the irony. The man who tries to make himself irresistible by giving big bear hugs, now flees a simple Potter.
Harry allowed the water to boil, flicking the light switch with slippery fingers. One may ask how the use of muggle technology ended up in Harry's room; a room which dumbledoor gave to him only. Harry cheated this knowledge from those muggle electricians who wired the dursley's home. He kept it to himself. His friends knew not of it. And he rathers it that way. He however thought that dumbledoor might know something. He switched off the magical kettle by tapping it with his wand which was in his pocket, and poured the hot water on the contents nestling in the mug.
Savouring the last drip of coffee, Harry made it to the shower. He shivered as the cool air tasted his sun-tanned skin. He quickly stepped in the shower; the shower nubs magically turning in clockwise and anticlockwise motion trying to adjust the water temperature. Water sprang forth from the shower head in jet streams, with harry sighing in relief. Harry smiled to himself reveling in the warmth and steam, cleaning himself raw. He then stepped out of the shower, brushed his teeth, then got himself in his default wear; a long black uniform made sense to wear it now. His classes were only a few hours away and he would just head straight to the first class he had in the morning. He brushed his hair then gathered his books. He gave himself one final overview in the mirror. Shutting his room door tightly with a small click, he then walked silently down the school's dungeon heading towards dumbledoor's office.