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This is my first drarry fic, I hope I do my OTP justice. If you like my fic, please review and follow :)
Well here it goes, enjoy!
Harry Potter, the Wizarding World Hero, the Chosen One, Boy wonder, was hiding.
The Golden Trio had decided to return to Hogwarts after the war, mainly because Hermione was dying to go back and finish her N.E.W.T's and Ron was reluctant to part from Hermione for a whole school year. Harry had wanted to go back and help rebuild the school to its former glory; he hoped it might heal old war wounds, battle scars left behind.
And so, the three young wizards all gathered on the 1st of September to get the train to Hogwarts, a strange mix of hope and excitement bubbling within their hearts.
As soon as the train had reached the platform in Hogsmeade, Harry had slipped under his invisibility cloak and hopped on his broom, deciding to avoid the crowd heading for the carriages.
Since the end of the war, Harry had been plagued by people, some trying to thank him for killing Voldemort, others trying to get in his pants, most just generally being annoying and intrusive. He was sure the other Hogwarts students would be much the same and had elected to remain under the radar, as much as possible for a young man with bright green eyes and lightning bolt scar plastered on his forehead.
Hermione and Ron had already been told of his plan and agreed to cover for him if anyone asked where he was, which people where bound to do. Harry thought while he flew, mind racing as he sped through the air. He was going to talk with McGonagall and then he was going to find a nice secluded corner in the library, away from the rest of the students.
Harry stopped outside the Headmistress' office window and lightly knocked to get the woman's attention. His former teacher smiled at him and opened the window with a flick of her wand.
"Hello, Mister Potter. To what do I owe this visit? Also, might I ask why you decided to make such an extravagant entrance?" McGonagall asked, with a raised eyebrow and a teasing tone, Harry had to suppress a small laugh.
"I'm avoiding the general population, Headmistress, that's actually the answer to both your questions." replied Harry, in the same light tone. McGonagall nodded knowingly and relaxed in her chair, gesturing for Harry to sit down across from her.
"I thought as much, Potter. Your fame has only increased since the end of the war," said McGonagall, getting straight to the point.
"I was wondering, if it is at all possible, for me to possibly get separate rooms? I expect the Gryffindor students will be a bit more… exuberant and forthcoming in their attentions." said Harry, a bit hesitantly. McGonagall reviewed him for a moment, before nodding lightly.
"It could be arranged," She replied, with a small smile and a look of concern in her eyes. "I will notify heads of houses that 'celebrities' should be treated as any other pupil and if they are not, they will answer directly to me." She added with a protective tone in her voice.
"Thank you, Headmistress. I think that's all I had to discuss, if you need me I'll be in the library," Harry stood and looked around the room with a hint of nostalgia and regret.
When Harry's eyes landed on the portrait of Dumbledore, ancient blue eyes met his. Harry smiled at his old mentor, and Dumbledore smiled back, like a proud grandparent. Beside Dumbledore, was the ever reserved and withdrawn Snape, who had briefly been Headmaster during the war. Harry nodded to him in respect, and received a look that said, 'I still don't like you, but you're decent enough,' but that could have just been Snape's face.
"I'll send an owl when I get rooms sorted, Mister Potter, make use of that cloak and try not to blow anything up, although you couldn't make things much worse." McGonagall said, also rising from her chair.
Harry gave her one last smile, before leaving through the large wooden door behind him, broomstick in hand.