Disclaimer: All rights belong to J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series, and Stephenie Meyer, author of the Twilight series.
Warnings: slash (boyxboy), characters might be OOC
Not Alone
Harry wandered around Diagon Alley until the sun had set and the moon soon overtook it, the rays of light casting shadows as he walked. There was a chill in the air, faint mist floating out with his every breath. The cold bricks of the surrounding buildings completed the image of a cold, lonely night.
He wanted to hide in a hole and never crawl out. Harry never hated his fate more than now, once again reminded that he was never going to age in the face of Arthur's mortality. Hands clenching in frustration, his green eyes watered noticeably as he grit his teeth, nose scrunching up. Why couldn't he just be normal for once instead of such a freak?
Casting a quick, wandless tempus charm, no longer possessing his holly and phoenix wand since the Ministry confiscated it, deeming it as a memorabilia of Harry Potter, bright blue numbers shone back at Harry displaying the time: 2:47 in the morning. He apparated near 12 Grimmauld Place and dragged himself the rest of the way, eyes and feet heavy. Harry shut the door softly with no worries although he did rub his eyes inconspicuously. Andromeda would give him the necessary space, no doubt already informed about the situation.
Sliding his hands on the smooth oaken rail, Harry climbed up the stairs slowly. Once in his room, he gazed around, face softening into a vulnerable expression. Taking in the strewn clothes and the many pictures and drawings taped to the walls, Harry let out a shuddering breath, stepping forward and picking up a small frame delicately, staring at the moving figures of himself, Ron, and Hermione back in their Hogwarts days, grinning at the camera before making silly faces. He smiled softly before setting it back down, observing each and every picture he had from before and after the war, before he came what he was. Harry lovingly traced a drawing Teddy had given him when he was but a small, little boy that rose to just above Harry's knees. He blinked in shock, brushing the falling tears. At first, Harry wiped the away stubbornly before his sobs became difficult to ignore, no matter how hard he tried to stop them. He crumbled to the ground, leaning against his wall of memories as he curled into himself. Sighing tiredly when his tears stopped, Harry considered using magic to pack away all of his things but figured this was a task best left to be done by hand. Pushing himself up, Harry sluggishly stuffed his belongings into an extension-charmed satchel of his, taking a considerable time since he stared at each object and remembered its most important moments, eventually stripping his room back to its original barren state.
He looked outside his window, seeing the sun start to rise. Harry cursed, quickly lugging on his satchel and peeked out his room carefully. He needed to get past Andromeda, his main opponent in this scheme, shivering at the prospect of facing the wrath of that woman. He tip-toed down the stairs, sticking onto the wall nervously, being extra careful and aware of sudden moving shadows. Darting past the kitchen quickly, he made a break for the front door, halting abruptly just short of Teddy who stood shell-shocked with a glass of milk in his hands. Harry backed up, anxiously smiling at the blue-haired teen.
"Hey, Teddy-bear," Harry drawled out, biting his bottom lip and looking everywhere but at said person. He could feel the currently brown eyes assessing him seriously, taking in his satchel, something Harry never used unless it was for long trips. Harry partly hoped that the teen would continue his silent treatment and walk past him with no questions asked, but he was crushingly disappointed.
"Where are you going?" It seemed that curiosity won out over anger.
"Nowhere," Harry edged his way around Teddy, making his escape toward the door as inconspicuously as he could. That failed since Teddy continued to pin his unrelenting gaze at him.
"Fine, somewhere," the brunet sighed. "I won't be back for some time." Harry looked at Teddy seriously whose eyes widened in alarm.
"How long?"
Harry shrugged. "A while. I don't know." He mussed up his hair. "I can't deal with everything here."
Teddy suddenly stepped closer. "It's not because of what I said, is it? I love you, Harry. I can break up with her if you want! Just...don't leave me," his voice, strong and passionate in the beginning, dropped to a low, desperate whisper.
Harry placed his hands atop Teddy's shoulders, leaning down slightly, frowning at the reminder that the teen would someday outgrow him, already almost has in fact, also leaving him behind one day, just like everyone else. He quickly shook those thoughts out of his head; he was not going to dwell on this subject, his godson was his priority right now.
"No, it's not you, Teddy. It's never you. I just can't stay here anymore. Not when…listen, it's not a goodbye; it's a see-you-later, okay?"
"Okay," Teddy's eyes were wide and panicked, but he trusted his godfather, someone who had never, would never lie to him. He hugged Harry tightly, burying his face into his shoulder. "Come back soon."
"I will," Harry said softly, rubbing Teddy's back in reassurance. Harry felt like the dirtiest of scum as he lied right in the face of his Teddy, leaving a horrible taste in his mouth. But it was for the best if he left now rather than later. It was all for the best.
