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Chapter 1
A nineteen year old Harry Potter lay awake on his small bed, looking up blurrily at the ceiling of his apartment that he and his best friend Ron Weasley owned. Harry picked up his glasses on the side table and read the clock next to him,
"3:05 AM. Great." he mumbled to himself. Harry stood up and walked out of his bedroom door, he heard faint snoring as he passed Ron's room, How could he sleep know what we have to do tomorrow? Harry thought humorously to himself. Ron had always been able to sleep through the roughest, and not to mention, loudest of times. "Sirius is coming tomorrow and this apartment looks like hell." Harry sighed, he bent over and picked up a pair of pants on the floor, and threw them onto the couch next to him, which had various food packages already on it. Harry eventually made his way to the kitchen, in search of a midnight - well, 3:05 AM snack. He examined the pictures that hung on the refrigerator door. A picture of Ron, Hermione, and Harry on the last day of their 7th year at Harry's old school, Hogwarts. Harry stared at the smiling Hermione and took a sharp breath in, he wrenched open the door and grabbed a jug of milk. Turning around to a cupboard behind him, Harry realized tears were silently falling down his face. "Stop it. Don't be such a baby." he told himself firmly,
"Harry - are you talking to yourself?" Harry whipped around, Ron was standing in the kitchen doorway rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Now extremely embarrassed, Harry turned back around and paid very close attention to pouring the milk into his cup.
"What are you doing up so late?" Harry asked, changing the subject,
"I should ask you the same. I had to take a leak and I heard someone in the kitchen, so I came over here. What about you?"
"Couldn't sleep." Harry replied dully.
"Again? Why don't you just let me make you a sleeping potion? You know, I did learn something after seven years down in that dungeon with Snape."
"No. I'm fine. Look, I need to finish cleaning up this apartment before Sirius comes tomorrow. So why don't you go back to bed. I'll see you tomorrow." Harry said impatiently. For the past year, Harry hadn't gotten proper sleep sinceā¦it happened.
"Do you want any help?"
"No. I'm fine."
"Harry, is it Hermione again?" Ron asked quietly,
"No. I just couldn't sleep! Just go back to bed or something." Harry threw the cup into the sink and hurried past Ron into the living room. He kept his back towards Ron, pretending to pick things up, until he heard a faint closing of a door. Harry collapsed onto the couch and began to cry. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Events flashed before his eyes, people screaming, things burning, and Hermione, laying motionless on the ground, him, Harry, running towards her, praying she was just stunned. He fell to the ground, he picked her up, feeling her ice cold body against his, shaking her praying she would wake up. "PLEASE! Hermione! Please wake up! Please!"
Harry tore himself away from the memory, and returned to cleaning, blowing his nose on someone's t-shirt. Absentmindedly he put random things away, including a set of keys, a wand and an old pair of women's underwear that was wedged between the cushions. Ron was always throwing parties, and things (most of the time embarrassing) were always being left over at the apartment.
"FUCK!" Harry yelled as he stubbed his toe on a females hair brush. Harry picked it up and examined it. He recognized it as Lavenders. Must have left it over here after another one of her shags with Ron, Harry thought to himself. Realizing what he said he threw the brush back down in disgust. Ron had become quite the ladies man back in his 6th year. After a bizarre one night stand with Pravati Patil, she decided to tell all of the girls how large his unit was, and to what Harry had heard, deserved its own zip code. Ever since then, Ron's been the talk of the women's network. Of course Harry wasn't exactly inactive either. He thought about that time in the 5th year, when him and Ginny Weasley met in the broom closet and, well, let's just say Ron wasn't too pleased when he found out.
Harry shook his head, remembering that year. He dated Ginny for nearly 6 months, while Ron and Hermione dated. Well, if you consider fighting every night, dating. Harry laughed out loud. That relationship was a joke.
Looking around at his now clean apartment, Harry smiled to himself. Looking at the clock on the wall, he sighed,
"Pointless to go to sleep now, Sirius is going to be here in two hours." Harry headed towards the bathroom, he decided to take a shower considering he smelled awful and looked it too. As he undressed and waited for the water to warm up, Harry gazed into the mirror. He had changed a considerable amount in the past two years. He now reached a height of 6'1 and his body had become more chiseled and muscular. Despite the changes, his hair was still jet black and messy and his eyes (which currently had black rings underneath them) were still a stunning shade of green. Testing the water, Harry ran a hand underneath the faucet, it was still ice cold.
"Damn thing. This apartment is so shitty. We'd be better off in the streets." he grumbled, "This is ridiculous." Harry walked to his bedroom, and snatched his wand up from the bedside table. Returning to the bathroom, he flicked his wand and muttered "Calefacto." Instantly the water heated. Setting down his wand, he removed his glasses and boxers. Flicking the shower on he stepped in and let the water run over his body for a considerable amount of time.
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