My Favorite Place: A Oneshot
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
"What is that a picture of, Harry?" Ms. Henry asked gently. "The entire page is black except for those yellow lines. What are they?"
"They're light holes."
"…light holes?" Ms. Henry, the first grade teacher, was very puzzled. "Light from where?"
"Outside my cupboard."
"Your…cupboard?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I see. Is your favorite place in the world your cupboard, Harry?"
Ms. Henry's first grade class was currently drawing their favorite places in the world, and she had stopped by to see what Harry's drawing was of, because it was making no sense.
"I think so."
"Why do you like it so much?"
"It hides me."
"From what?"
"My cousin."
"Do you play hide-and-seek a lot, then?"
"Something like that."
"Anything else?"
"It hides things I don't want others to see, I suppose."
"Anything in particular?"
"Not really."
"Did you do another drawing, too, Harry?" Ms. Henry asked, pulling out another picture from beneath the first.
"Yes."
"Is this your desk?" Ms. Henry wondered, a little confused.
"Yes."
"Why your desk?"
"It hides things, too."
Ms. Henry gave him a puzzled look. There really was no way an empty desk with no place to put things in could hide anything, but she didn't comment on that. "Well, it's a very nice drawing, Harry." Ms. Henry said instead, and moved on to go look at another child's work.
Underneath his desk, Harry rubbed the bruising handprint on his arm.