Harry Potter had an apartment in New York.
It wasn't very big or anything. When he had turned eighteen, he took all the money he had been saving up, and flew to the city, all packed and wanting to start a new life.
He had decided that living with the Dursleys was a load of shit. And especially since he was too old for Hogwarts now, he knew he had to get away.
Harry was sitting in his window seat, looking out into the gray, crowded streets of the city. It was a rainy day, and few people were outside in this weather.
Harry watched as a few yellow taxis rolled by, and made water splash to their sides as they bumped through puddles.
He stretched his legs out in the window seat, and rested his head on the window, the coldness of the glass chilling his cheek. And as he breathed, his breath formed heavy clouds on the window.
There was no sound, just the pitter patter of rain against the glass, and his heavy breathing. But one thing stood out the most: His heartbeat.
In fact, Harry's heart had been burned over the summer. It had been broken, it had been torn, it had been beaten and shaken and shredded to a million pieces.
FLASHBACK
"I need to let you know how I feel, Cho." Harry had told her, taking her hand in his. Cho pulled away.
"Look, this isn't working out, Harry. I think we should break up." Cho had got up from his bed, and made her way towards his doorway.
Harry glanced at his clothes, which were laying in heaps on the floor, and he pulled the sheet around him tighter.
"I love you." He told her quietly. Cho stopped and turned, her shirt unbuttoned and her black hair in a tangled mess.
She gave him a look and shut the door behind her, leaving Harry alone on his bed.
BACK TO REALITY
Harry got up from the window seat, and walked to his small cramped office. Harry had begun to write stories, and he wrote every single second. There was nothing else to do. It had become his hobby, and he couldn't stop. Like a drug, he was addicted.
Harry's fingers flew over the keys, and his heart raced with intensity and passion, his eyes glancing at the typed words and sentences, his mind racing.
Soon, covered in a heap of paper, his phone rang. Harry moved the papers aside and picked it up, reading over what he had written.
"Hello?" He looked over a word and corrected it, licking his lips. There was a short pause.
"Harry?" It was someone he knew he had heard before. He knew this voice.
"Yeah, this is him." He waited a bit, the rain still pouring outside.
"We need to talk." Harry recognized them at once.
"Hey, Hermione. I haven't heard from you in a long while."
And it was the truth: They hadn't talked in a year. After Hogwarts, Hermione had went to study at a muggle college, she wouldn't say where. She was going to be an optometrist, and also design fashion.
"Yeah, I know, Harry. I've just been so busy. You know how it is. But anyway, there's things we need to go over." She coughed on the other line, and Harry heard her breathing hard.
"Are you okay, Herms?" He asked, as she sputtered a bit.
"Harry, I'm in New York." Harry's hand, which was on his mouse, jumped.
"You're where? Fuck it, Hermione! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm so sorry, I was going to, as soon as I found out from Ron that you were heading here as well." Harry and Hermione sat in silence, the only sound was the rain.
"We should meet up." He told her finally, spinning his chair away from his computer, and facing the window.
Harry needed to get out of that cramped place anyway.
A/N: So how do you like it? There's something you will learn about both Hermione AND Harry later on. Please review and tell me how you like it so far. And yes, Christie, for the moment this is a serious story, it might get wackier later on....Julie
It wasn't very big or anything. When he had turned eighteen, he took all the money he had been saving up, and flew to the city, all packed and wanting to start a new life.
He had decided that living with the Dursleys was a load of shit. And especially since he was too old for Hogwarts now, he knew he had to get away.
Harry was sitting in his window seat, looking out into the gray, crowded streets of the city. It was a rainy day, and few people were outside in this weather.
Harry watched as a few yellow taxis rolled by, and made water splash to their sides as they bumped through puddles.
He stretched his legs out in the window seat, and rested his head on the window, the coldness of the glass chilling his cheek. And as he breathed, his breath formed heavy clouds on the window.
There was no sound, just the pitter patter of rain against the glass, and his heavy breathing. But one thing stood out the most: His heartbeat.
In fact, Harry's heart had been burned over the summer. It had been broken, it had been torn, it had been beaten and shaken and shredded to a million pieces.
FLASHBACK
"I need to let you know how I feel, Cho." Harry had told her, taking her hand in his. Cho pulled away.
"Look, this isn't working out, Harry. I think we should break up." Cho had got up from his bed, and made her way towards his doorway.
Harry glanced at his clothes, which were laying in heaps on the floor, and he pulled the sheet around him tighter.
"I love you." He told her quietly. Cho stopped and turned, her shirt unbuttoned and her black hair in a tangled mess.
She gave him a look and shut the door behind her, leaving Harry alone on his bed.
BACK TO REALITY
Harry got up from the window seat, and walked to his small cramped office. Harry had begun to write stories, and he wrote every single second. There was nothing else to do. It had become his hobby, and he couldn't stop. Like a drug, he was addicted.
Harry's fingers flew over the keys, and his heart raced with intensity and passion, his eyes glancing at the typed words and sentences, his mind racing.
Soon, covered in a heap of paper, his phone rang. Harry moved the papers aside and picked it up, reading over what he had written.
"Hello?" He looked over a word and corrected it, licking his lips. There was a short pause.
"Harry?" It was someone he knew he had heard before. He knew this voice.
"Yeah, this is him." He waited a bit, the rain still pouring outside.
"We need to talk." Harry recognized them at once.
"Hey, Hermione. I haven't heard from you in a long while."
And it was the truth: They hadn't talked in a year. After Hogwarts, Hermione had went to study at a muggle college, she wouldn't say where. She was going to be an optometrist, and also design fashion.
"Yeah, I know, Harry. I've just been so busy. You know how it is. But anyway, there's things we need to go over." She coughed on the other line, and Harry heard her breathing hard.
"Are you okay, Herms?" He asked, as she sputtered a bit.
"Harry, I'm in New York." Harry's hand, which was on his mouse, jumped.
"You're where? Fuck it, Hermione! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm so sorry, I was going to, as soon as I found out from Ron that you were heading here as well." Harry and Hermione sat in silence, the only sound was the rain.
"We should meet up." He told her finally, spinning his chair away from his computer, and facing the window.
Harry needed to get out of that cramped place anyway.
A/N: So how do you like it? There's something you will learn about both Hermione AND Harry later on. Please review and tell me how you like it so far. And yes, Christie, for the moment this is a serious story, it might get wackier later on....Julie