(Harry's P.O.V.)
I sat up out of bed, yawning wide enough that my jaw popped. I looked at the time blearily, groaning and rolling out of the bed and onto the floor when I saw it was already 7:30. I could hear a lot of noise coming from the direction of the dining room, so I sighed and stood up, deciding to just go downstairs in my pyjamas and change for later. I had done a lot of research about the magical world, and I could tell I would probably be in Slytherin. I walked into the dining room, yawning again, and sitting across the table from Jeff. He picked up a piece of fruit and threw it at me without turning away from flirting with his boyfriend. I laughed, filling a plate with anything within reach, and starting to eat while listening to the conversations going on around me. About halfway through breakfast, I remembered the acceptance letter I had gotten so I, of course, threw a strawberry at Hoodie to get his attention. He looked between me and the strawberry a few times before gasping dramatically and throwing himself out of his chair.
"I've been hit! Oh, whatever will I do? Babe, I've been hit," he reached up and hit Masky on the arm while looking at him pointedly. Masky rolled his eyes and gasped fakely.
"Oh no, I now no longer have a husband, I guess it's time to start shacking up with Helen," he said with no emotion. I snorted when Hoodie made an affronted noise and sat up, looking at his husband like a kicked puppy.
"You wouldn't do that!" he dropped the kicked puppy act and smirked, "You're too much of a bottom, and they wouldn't go for that."
"Hey now, you may be right, but don't bring me into this!" Helen yelled from across the room. I rolled my eyes and turned to Sally.
"Since Hoodie obviously can't go as that tiny little strawberry killed him, do you want to go to Diagon Alley with me?" I said loudly holding up my Hogwarts letter. Sally practically exploded with excitement, agreeing instantly. Things quickly escalated from there, but I decided to only bring along Sally, Hoodie, Masky, Toby, Helen, and E.J. if he wasn't busy.
We were going to leave for Diagon Alley in about a week, and while there we would pick up anything else magical that we might need. Breakfast continued as usual after that, with a plate of eggs getting thrown across the room and a knife being thrown back in return. After breakfast, I went back up to my room to change and get ready for the day.
I stood on the back porch drinking a can of Arizona green tea and laughing at the stupidity of Toby. He had somehow gotten himself stuck in one of the upper parts of the obstacle course that spanned most of the backyard. I laughed as Hoodie tried to get him down before failing and almost falling. After about 20 minutes Masky finally called up to them yelling that one of the hooks had caught on the back of Toby's belt causing them to both stop. Toby tried to twist around to see what Masky was talking about, and Hoodie took that as an initiative to unhook him, causing him to fall and hit the net hanging below. Hoodie started to get down, getting his foot caught in the process, pulling him off balance and causing him to fall. Toby-who had been trying to get to the edge-bounced as Hoodie hit the net, causing them both to roll to the middle. Masky rolled his eyes and took a running leap and jumped onto the net, rolling to the middle and laying on his son and husband. The three of them were laughing and trying to untangle themselves from the dogpile. I shook my head and went to go find Willow, knowing that since it was Wednesday we had a therapy session, and I wanted to have my afternoon free. I found her in the living room, reading with a glass of tea. She smiled at me as I walked in.
"Let me guess, you'd rather have a morning session than an afternoon session today?" she said as she tucked her book under her arm and motioned for me to follow, tea bobbing in the air behind her. Once in her office, she sat on one of the hanging chairs, while I opted for a beanbag chair on the floor. She smiled and looked down at her notes.
"Okay, we'll start with the questionnaire, then move on to… how about we work on remembering some of your memory gaps from when you were five?" She asked. Willow said that memory gaps were mostly just because I couldn't understand what had happened, so to protect my mind, I had forgotten. The questionnaire was simple, the questions never changed and I had been answering them since I was seven. After that Willow helped lull me into a meditative state, and I tried to remember an old memory gap, usually for about an hour before the session ended.
I walked into the dining room where everyone was gathering about an hour later. E.J still wasn't back from his most recent mission, but that was pretty normal. My therapy session had gone like usual, just me seeing little flashes of what had happened, but nothing complete. Willow sat down across from Puppeteer and pulled out her book again, while also returning the hellos from everyone else. I sat next to Sally, who was excitedly talking to Jeff. Dinner was a pretty calm affair, besides L.J. throwing a plate of beans at Hoodie, and getting a bottle of sprite thrown back at him. As I headed up to my room after a few slasher films and cheesy rom-coms, I couldn't help but think about what my life would be if Sally hadn't come to my aid that night.
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