Flashback
Harry had decided for one reason or another to skip the start of term feast. It was always the same thing, Dumbledore going on, and then loads of food and all the people talking about how great their summers had been. The latter was something Harry wasn't keen on at the moment; company was something he wanted to avoid.
He had taken his firebolt out on to the quiditch pitch; flying was the one way in which he could forget all his problems, not even his fear of Voldermort could reach him while he was on his broom.
However Harry wasn't completely alone as he'd originally hoped, there was one other person but he couldn't make out who it was they were too high above the goal hoops.
Mounting his firebolt, he pushed off from the hard ground, whoever the person was they wanted to be left alone as he did, he wasn't going to bother them.
Harry zoomed up and down the pitch a few times, gaining height as he did so. Curiosity getting the better of him, Harry glanced upward to his flying companion.
The Gryffindor let out a gasp, the person high above him was standing on his broom preparing to jump.
Harry had seen death so many times so unlike some who would have run away he flew towards the other person to confront and help them.
End Flashback
Harry awoke suddenly after his first night of sleeping alone in his London flat. He had enjoyed that dream. He sat up and looked over at his alarm clock that read five in the morning. Having the sudden urge to throw up he ran to the bathroom, stuck his head into the toilet and did so. The smell of vomit filling his nostrils.
Flashback
As Harry entered the hospital wing the first thing he noticed was the smell of sick coming from a first year boy in a bed in the corner. The boy-who- lived went over to the only other occupant of the infirmary and sat on the edge of the bed. He brushed the strands of blonde hair out of the pale figures closed eyes. Harry would never have guessed that the boy asleep in front of him had tried to commit suicide only a few hours ago. Harry leant forward and placed a soft kiss on the boy's forehead and left just as he woke up.
End Flashback.
Harry had decided for one reason or another to skip the start of term feast. It was always the same thing, Dumbledore going on, and then loads of food and all the people talking about how great their summers had been. The latter was something Harry wasn't keen on at the moment; company was something he wanted to avoid.
He had taken his firebolt out on to the quiditch pitch; flying was the one way in which he could forget all his problems, not even his fear of Voldermort could reach him while he was on his broom.
However Harry wasn't completely alone as he'd originally hoped, there was one other person but he couldn't make out who it was they were too high above the goal hoops.
Mounting his firebolt, he pushed off from the hard ground, whoever the person was they wanted to be left alone as he did, he wasn't going to bother them.
Harry zoomed up and down the pitch a few times, gaining height as he did so. Curiosity getting the better of him, Harry glanced upward to his flying companion.
The Gryffindor let out a gasp, the person high above him was standing on his broom preparing to jump.
Harry had seen death so many times so unlike some who would have run away he flew towards the other person to confront and help them.
End Flashback
Harry awoke suddenly after his first night of sleeping alone in his London flat. He had enjoyed that dream. He sat up and looked over at his alarm clock that read five in the morning. Having the sudden urge to throw up he ran to the bathroom, stuck his head into the toilet and did so. The smell of vomit filling his nostrils.
Flashback
As Harry entered the hospital wing the first thing he noticed was the smell of sick coming from a first year boy in a bed in the corner. The boy-who- lived went over to the only other occupant of the infirmary and sat on the edge of the bed. He brushed the strands of blonde hair out of the pale figures closed eyes. Harry would never have guessed that the boy asleep in front of him had tried to commit suicide only a few hours ago. Harry leant forward and placed a soft kiss on the boy's forehead and left just as he woke up.
End Flashback.