Six Weeks Earlier…
Back and forth back and forth; but it would never get repetitive; never turn droll, to him. For he was Harry Potter, and whatever he wanted, he got.
From across the wide expanse of room, Harry spotted him. The blond hair, slightly smallish, crooked nose, skin so soft, so smooth looking it actually physically ached that he, Harry, was not over there right now playing with his hair, running his hands down that ever so perfect body, much like the sun was streaming down his face.
It reminded Harry of the tears they shared that one day, so long ago, yet, Harry could still taste the salt in his tears, the hurt and pain in his eyes still sparkled and longed for Harry to make it all go away.
***The day was cool. No, it was more that cool, Harry wasn't remembering straight!
"If I cannot remember this," Harry thought, "what else do I have to go on living for?" This bitter winter day was nothing out of the ordinary. When Harry woke up all he could think of was whether or not they were serving pancakes in the Great Hall that morning. Harry though if felt like a pancake day. Paying no mind to the below zero temperature, Harry leisurely lifted his many blankets and crept out of his bed.
This took him a couple of minutes, for in the middle of the night, Harry had woken, fingers blue, toes blue, about froze near to death! So he had all but crawled to the closet where the extra blankets where held. Grabbing what must have been five or six, Harry did not forget to put an anti-cold charm on All of them before he drifted off to sleep again, lulled by the repetitious sound of his teeth chattering in the cold.
Not wanting to wake the four other boys in his room, Harry carried each blanket back to the closet, not forgetting to quietly repeat the anti- anti- cold charm to undo his charm from the night before.
After dressing, Harry's rail-thin body had finally discovered the blistering cold that had permeated all of England that night. Fifteen minutes then were used to find a cloak so that poor Harry's body wouldn't exhaust in the un-heated halls of Hogwarts. A quick g'morning to the Fat Lady (who was extremely annoyed at having been woken up so early) and Harry was off.
Exactly where he was off to, Harry hadn't the slightest notion. In all the business of actually getting out of his room, Harry had long forgotten the pancakes. Now, he was in search of even bigger cakes to play with.***
Back and forth back and forth; but it would never get repetitive; never turn droll, to him. For he was Harry Potter, and whatever he wanted, he got.
From across the wide expanse of room, Harry spotted him. The blond hair, slightly smallish, crooked nose, skin so soft, so smooth looking it actually physically ached that he, Harry, was not over there right now playing with his hair, running his hands down that ever so perfect body, much like the sun was streaming down his face.
It reminded Harry of the tears they shared that one day, so long ago, yet, Harry could still taste the salt in his tears, the hurt and pain in his eyes still sparkled and longed for Harry to make it all go away.
***The day was cool. No, it was more that cool, Harry wasn't remembering straight!
"If I cannot remember this," Harry thought, "what else do I have to go on living for?" This bitter winter day was nothing out of the ordinary. When Harry woke up all he could think of was whether or not they were serving pancakes in the Great Hall that morning. Harry though if felt like a pancake day. Paying no mind to the below zero temperature, Harry leisurely lifted his many blankets and crept out of his bed.
This took him a couple of minutes, for in the middle of the night, Harry had woken, fingers blue, toes blue, about froze near to death! So he had all but crawled to the closet where the extra blankets where held. Grabbing what must have been five or six, Harry did not forget to put an anti-cold charm on All of them before he drifted off to sleep again, lulled by the repetitious sound of his teeth chattering in the cold.
Not wanting to wake the four other boys in his room, Harry carried each blanket back to the closet, not forgetting to quietly repeat the anti- anti- cold charm to undo his charm from the night before.
After dressing, Harry's rail-thin body had finally discovered the blistering cold that had permeated all of England that night. Fifteen minutes then were used to find a cloak so that poor Harry's body wouldn't exhaust in the un-heated halls of Hogwarts. A quick g'morning to the Fat Lady (who was extremely annoyed at having been woken up so early) and Harry was off.
Exactly where he was off to, Harry hadn't the slightest notion. In all the business of actually getting out of his room, Harry had long forgotten the pancakes. Now, he was in search of even bigger cakes to play with.***