Four plain grey walls that were way too boring to look at, were exactly what one green-eyed boy was looking at.
Life was boring Harry concluded, he has been stuck in his room, curfew happened two hours ago. You would think to be able to see the earth from your window would stay exciting.
It didn't, it stopped being interesting when Harry turned 8 and being 15 years old, that was a long time ago.
Harry's room was dark, almost black, the only light source being the earth. Looking at his clock Harry could just make out the numbers 11:58, two minutes before he turns 16.
Harry counted every second the clock ticked, waiting for 12:00 so he could wish himself a happy birthday.
Tick, Tick, Tick
Harry sat at the edge of his bed staring intently at the clock as if believing it would go faster with every second.
Tick, Tick, Tock
The clock struck 12 and Harry gave a small smile "happy birthday to me" his voice was small and quiet fearing he would wake up his neighbours.
Quickly and as quietly as he could harry walked to his desk, that sat beneath a circle shaped window. A small box wrapped in brown paper sat on the otherwise empty desk.
Taking the package Harry went back to his bed and sat right up against the wall "I wonder what this could be" he said already knowing.
Opening the package taking into mind that he could use the paper for next year, Harry looked at the gift he gave himself.
It was a bracelet made out of coloured fabric. The Patten was a simple criss-cross of black and green, but Harry had liked it when he walked past it one day during work, he bought it as soon as he had the money.
Putting it on Harry raised his hand to the window so he could admire how it looked.
"A little loose but it shouldn't fall off" mumbling to himself Harry looked to the clock.
12:04, groaning at how little time has passed Harry packed up the box and wrapping, Putting them neatly on the desk.
Thinking of all the places he could be right now instead of inside his room, dampened Harry's mood "stupid curfew, always ruining things"
Laying under the covers Harry looked outside his window "another year added to my existence"
Harry woke to the sound of someone banging on his door "I'm up, I'm up" was the sleepy reply, but the banging didn't stop, only grew louder as time passed.
Scowling Harry threw his blanket off and stomped to the door, opening it harshly he spoke "did you not hear me say I'm up!?" His tone was clearly annoyed but the knocker just sneered "why should I believe you when you say you're up?" Harry didn't reply knowing that doing so would make things worse for himself "Huh Potter, cat got your tongue"
The glare Harry gave did nothing to stop the knowing smirk the tall guard had on his face. "don't be late this time Potter" it was a farewell if any but Harry didn't mind.
Scowling at the man's back, Harry had been late once! Only once and they won't forget about it, it was also their fault that he was late too.
This happened 5 days a week, Harry would be loudly woken up too early in the morning to be considered normal, by some random guard who would not stop knocking until Harry opened his door. Then they would have an argument Harry would be told not to be late then the guard would leave.
An annoying and boring routine that graded on Harry's nerves.
Pretending to close the door Harry looked out into the hallway, where the guard was knocking on another door.
Harry's annoyance skyrocketed when the guard stopped knocking as soon as the tired person inside said they were up.
"Fucking asshole" Harry mumbled to himself as he slammed his door closed, not caring that the guard was yelling at him from the hallway.
Harry loved his job, he truly did, just having to wake up at god knows what hour is pushing it.
Grumbling to himself about idiotic guards Harry got dressed. His work outfit consisted of a comfortable dark brown one-suit but the arms were tied around his waist, a fitting black t-shirt and black boots that covered his pants halfway up his shin, he also had goggles hanging from his neck.
Sighing, Harry grabbed an old worn out brush, the brush didn't tame his messy dark brown hair, only made it look unnatural.
The green and black of Harry's bracelet moved down his wrist as he put his brush down.
Looking at the clock Harry realised the guard woke him up an extra 30 minutes earlier than normal. Groaning in the knowledge that he could have stayed in bed Harry walked towards the door.
"another normal day" was spoken to the empty hallway as Harry closed the door and walked down the hall.
