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I haven't updated in a while mostly because it's been very stressful on me and my family so this is a short chapter but I will update again either tomorrow or tonight.
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Harry's PoV:
He was alone in the house once he heard the loud snap of an apperation. He hadn't wanted it to end like this but at that moment he didn't see another option. He slouched down against the pale white wall and sat down on the also white carpet. He was too tired to even move a muscle. It seemed like no matter what aspect of his life it was, everything was falling to pieces. He was positive he would be, demoted at the Ministry, he lost his girlfriend, both of his best friends were slipping away from him, and to make matters worse
He knew he was acting like a teenage girl but he could care less. All he ever wanted since he was a little boy was a happy ending and at the end of the war it seemed like that was possible but not so much anymore.
Harry sat on the floor for two hours before he decided to get on with his life. He needed to be at work by 6 exactly and that was in just a few hours. He didn't want to go to bed because it would just make it harder to get up. So he put on new clothes made coffee and toast and headed out the door into the cold brisk morning air.
It was going to be along day.
As the clock hit 6 a slow steady amount of people became flowing in. Everyone looked tired, some managed to carry out conversations but the majority just walked quietly to their office. Some saw harry and waved hello which, he nodded back in return. He was still exhausted.
Minutes turned into hours and Harry still saw no sign of the lady he was waiting for. Every tick of the clock made Harry's mind venture to the most terrible circumstance. Maybe she couldn't find a place to stay. Or Ron found her. Or maybe she ran away.
The more he thought the less he could concentrate. Finally giving up, he stood up from his rather large desk and walked out the open doors of his office. He walked very fast, so fast some papers went flying out of a secretary's hands as he stormed past. She let out a loud "Watch where ya going," but he didn't even turn around.
He needed to leave and find Hermione before something worse happened.
