Seventeen
Seventeen was an important number in the lives of witches and wizards - the day they became an adult.
But, as Harry woke up on the morning of July thirty-first, he found he felt no different, no more older than he had the day before, no more mature, no more wiser.
He felt the same.
He was the same person he'd always been - just Harry.
Perhaps it was because of all he had seen and done in the short space of six years.
To Harry, age was just a number. He'd always been an adult, this just made it more official.
Okay, this was a terrible piece, I know, but as I looked through it, I realised I couldn't get the right words out. And I'm still a little bit sick (but slowly recovering! :D) Thanks so much to everyone who has put this on their alerts and favourite lists, and thanks to those of you who have reviewed: iheartweasleytwins and MidnightBeast1098. Your reviews are much appreciated.
Next one will definitely be up tomorrow.
