Disclaimer- I own none of the characters though I wish I did (lol).The plot however is mine and therefore copyright, which means no stealing my ideas folks. (Although, in this chapter I do own Steven Vanhofh.)
Moving On
By: Jenkid11
The Long Journey Home: Part I
As Harry walked down the cool, grey streets that made up his neighborhood he felt freer than he had in a long time. It was as if the sun had finally appeared after being trapped in the darkness. "Just a little bit longer until I reach the bus stop," Harry thought encouragingly to himself. Since it was nearly dawn now, he wouldn't have to wait long for the bus. It ran every hour, and since people were now starting to head for work, he would blend in nicely with the crowd.
He reached the bus stop slowly, his injuries prevented him from a lot of movement, and every step he took caused him pain, though he hid it well. On the outside, even a trained professional would be hard pressed to tell that the young man was hurting. Pulling himself together, he approached the bus stop, and stood silently near a man in his early 20's. The man seemed to be in a good mood as he greeted Harry. They cheerily made their introductions.
"Hi, I'm Steven Vanhofh. I don't think I've seen you here before. Are you new? Steven asked.
"No, I just don't get out that much ('Understatement of the year' Harry thought to himself.), and I've never ridden the bus this early before. ('Or ever' Harry silently added.) My name's Harry by the way. ('If I don't use my last name there shouldn't be any problems.' He thought)
"Nice to meet you. If you don't mind me asking though, where are you headed this early? If I remember correctly, when I was a teenager, not that long ago I might add, I had to be dragged out of bed kicking and screaming before I woke up this early." Steven asked politely with a small smirk on his round, youthful face.
"Oh, well I have to catch a train today, so I can get to my boarding school, and so I have to get an early bus to make it there on time." ('Not a complete lie.' He added to himself, 'I think I'm getting better at this.')
"Well then, why don't your parents just drop you off at the station before they head off to work?" Steven asked bemusedly.
"I live with my aunt and uncle, and they were really busy today, so they loaned me some money to take the bus to the station." ('Yeah Right' his mind shouted back at him.') The truth was that Harry had "borrowed" the money from the kitchen money jar on his way out of the house. Just a little, in case of an emergency, like the ones that frequently snuck up on him.
Just then the bus arrived effectively ending the two's conversation. They quickly made their way onto the bus, handing their driver their fares, and telling him their destinations, before picking an empty seat, and getting settled. As the bus headed off for Kings Cross Station Harry leaned his head up against the cool glass window and thought to himself, 'I'm doing it, I'm really on my way home.'
Author's Notes:
Nora Lena Potter- Thanks for updating; I'm really happy you think it's great!
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