Title : Realisation
Author : Flick x
Disclaimer : If it's your desire to assume I am in fact JK Rowling herself. Feel free. I must say however that I am not, I do not know her and the few things I own in the world I treasure. One of which is this plot- line. Then rest belongs to some very rich people.
Rating : PG-13
Summary : Sometimes you're better off not knowing. Very short ficlet.
Category(s) : General/slight angst
Harry groaned.
Ron scoffed.
Hermione sighed.
Ginny squeaked.
Seamus grinned wickedly over his porridge, his latest super-time joke still provoking remarks from his housemates.
It was almost routine.
Seamus joked and the others' reactions followed almost on queue.
Always the same.
Always in order.
Dean, however had long since stopped caring about his best friends vial sense of humour and poor Neville very rarely got the jokes, these two sat quietly.
Nobody else really listened.
Harry realised with a dull ache in his stomach that he was going to miss all this when he left. He really had no idea what he was going to do once the year gave out and Hogwarts was just a page in his history.
The one place that he'd thought of as home, really wasn't his home after all.
Then there was the small matter of his career.
What could he possible do?
He was momentarily disgusted with himself for the dark thought that crept into his mind at that very moment, the mere suggestion that maybe he could start charging the Ministry Of Magic every time he had to fight Voldemort.
Still the mental image of him and Voldemort fighting routine battles so that Harry could live comfortably loosened the knot in his stomach considerably.
In probability, he didn't think Voldemort would really go for the idea...
Shaking the thought off casually Harry looked down at his food-filled plate. When he'd sat down he'd been starving, however as soon as he had sat down at that table, Harry's stomach had been too filled with the queasy feeling of anticipation and excitement to eat.
But this was for a completely different reason.
'It hadn't been that bad,' he recalled 'before I actually accepted it.'
Now whenever a thin, ashen finger moved up to push a strand of dark greasy hair behind an ear which Harry had christened 'to-perfect-for-a-simple-ear', Harry's heart skipped a beat.
Harry's heart dropped in his chest.
Yet another thing he wasn't prepared to leave.
Unfortunately, graduation was coming tomorrow, whether he was ready or not.