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Harry stood at the door with his hands in his pockets. His black hair was falling into his eyes, and I could see the faint outline of the familiar scar on his forehead.
His eyes came up to meet mine, and it was all I could do to keep from crying.
There was such immense sadness, such despair lying behind those black spectacles. Yet he still tried to cover it up.
That was the thing about Harry Potter; he was always trying to hide his emotions. He didn't want other people to feel worse because he couldn't suck it up. Well, it makes it even more terrible for me when he does that.
I can see right through him. That's how close we are. I mean were. I used to always know what he thought, felt, wanted...
His head hangs as he murmurs to the man on my right, "Take care of her, y'hear? If I catch word you've hurt her, Valone, I may have to come up here and kick your ass."
A playful smile plays across his once luscious lips, and I know that while it may seem as if he's only making jokes, he's actually pretty damn serious. And taking into account that it's his job as an Auror to kick peoples' ass professionally...
Mark only lifted up his hand in reassurance and said, "Don't worry about it."
I watched Harry deliberate his next move. He finally moved in quickly to give me a swift peck on the cheek, and whispered, "Bye, Gin. I'll miss you."
Harry stood up and turned to walk down the front steps. The slight spring breeze mussing up his already-messy mop of hair, and his robes billowing out behind him.
Once he reached the driveway, Harry looked back at us, and shouted in a friendly voice, "Good luck, you two."
And with that he was gone.
Mark grabbed my hand and tried to pull me inside. But I wouldn't come. I stood in the doorway, staring at the spot where Harry had just disapparated.
Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life?
Present Time
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Harry stood at the door with his hands in his pockets. His black hair was falling into his eyes, and I could see the faint outline of the familiar scar on his forehead.
His eyes came up to meet mine, and it was all I could do to keep from crying.
There was such immense sadness, such despair lying behind those black spectacles. Yet he still tried to cover it up.
That was the thing about Harry Potter; he was always trying to hide his emotions. He didn't want other people to feel worse because he couldn't suck it up. Well, it makes it even more terrible for me when he does that.
I can see right through him. That's how close we are. I mean were. I used to always know what he thought, felt, wanted...
His head hangs as he murmurs to the man on my right, "Take care of her, y'hear? If I catch word you've hurt her, Valone, I may have to come up here and kick your ass."
A playful smile plays across his once luscious lips, and I know that while it may seem as if he's only making jokes, he's actually pretty damn serious. And taking into account that it's his job as an Auror to kick peoples' ass professionally...
Mark only lifted up his hand in reassurance and said, "Don't worry about it."
I watched Harry deliberate his next move. He finally moved in quickly to give me a swift peck on the cheek, and whispered, "Bye, Gin. I'll miss you."
Harry stood up and turned to walk down the front steps. The slight spring breeze mussing up his already-messy mop of hair, and his robes billowing out behind him.
Once he reached the driveway, Harry looked back at us, and shouted in a friendly voice, "Good luck, you two."
And with that he was gone.
Mark grabbed my hand and tried to pull me inside. But I wouldn't come. I stood in the doorway, staring at the spot where Harry had just disapparated.
Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life?