"Lumos." The black-haired boy whispered to his wand, which lit up as soon as he had finished the short word over his book of spells. His sleepy, green eyes skanned quickly over the page before he remembered that he had already read it. Quietly, he flipped over to the next page and started reading it. The spells, curses and their definitions spread neatly over the page and made it easy for him to read and remember it. But even if it was this easy, his mind started betraying him and traveling somewhere else.
He still hadn't made a plan of how he could get away. No one in his Robin life knew who he really was and that made this very difficult for him. He had even been lying to his own fosterdad about his name and origination ever since he had adopted him. And now he was in a dilemma. How was he going to go back to Hogwarts when no one knew what he really was?
Suddenly, he fell out of his thoughts as he heard a little knock on his window. Smiling, he stood up, quietly walked to the window and opened it. His beautiful white owl Hedwig flew in, carrying a letter. Giving her a treat for bringing it to him he opened the envelope.
Harry,
It's been such a long time since I heard from you. What have you been doing this summer that's so important that you can't have Hedwig with you? I don't mind having her, though. She's lovely and my mom really loves her. It's also good for Errol to have a company from another owl. He's getting really old and is almost blind now. Poor thing.
Hermione stayed here for two weeks earlier this summer. Her mom and dad were going to some dentist thingy and she had to stay with us the entire time.
I can't believe that were already going to third year at Hogwarts. Time really does fly. Ginny has been talking about you a lot this summer. It looks almost like she has a crush on you. But I really hope not. That would be gross. She also told me to write to you a 'thank you' for saving her at the chamber of secrets. What do you think happened to professor Lockhart? Do you think he got his memory back?
Anyway, I hope you're okay and that you'll respond as soon as you can. I can't wait to see you again in the train. School starts in a week, don't forget it.
Ron.
The boy smiled as he finished the letter. This was the first time that he heard from one of his friends from Hogwarts this summer and it was almost over now. Quickly, he picked up a piece of paper and a pencil from the small desk in his room. He didn't have any spare pergament paper left and he was out of ink for his feather pen. This would have to do for now until he could buy more. He sat down and started writing a response with one hand, while petting his dear bird with the other.
Ron,
I wish I could tell you what I've been doing, I really do, but I can't. Or at least, not through a letter in case someone else finds it. I'll tell you it at school.
Thank you so much for taking care of Hedwig for me. And thank your mom for me, too.
I'm sorry that this letter has to be so short. I'll see you in the train. Maybe we'll even meet earlier, in Diagon Alley.
Harry.
Picking up an empty white envelope, he folded the piece of paper in two, placed it in the envelope and closed it. After writing 'Ron' on the front he put it down on the desk and turned back to his white owl. She flew onto his lap and he continued to stroke her soft feathers while thinking of a plan to get away from Robin for a few months and be himself again.
He could maybe sneak out and disappear for the school year. No, Batman would track him down. And he didn't want to worry his friends.
Maybe he should just tell him the truth? ...but what if they would not accept him for what he was? Sure, Zantanna was magical, but this wasn't the same kind of magic. This was so much stronger. She was just doing some entertaining and childish tricks compared to what he was capable of doing.
Bloody hell. He thought to himself. Aren't there any other options than these two?
He knew that if he would tell the team, Batman would have to find out too. And he didn't want to tell the man that played a huge part in raising him that almost everything that he had said and done was a lie. But what else could he do?
Then it hit him. An idea. A crazy and very likely to fail idea, but it was at least a lot better than telling the truth. He knew that he would have to start with the plan tomorrow.
After giving the letter to Hedwig aswell as giving her another treat, he watched her fly out of the window again and disappear into the black and starry night.
