A/N- Unfortunately, like the rest of the writers on I do not own anything related to Harry Potter….not that I would have the money to pay you if you felt like suing me anyway….
"And just where do you think you're going!"
He sighed as he continued to walk away from the person belonging to the angry shout. Normally, there might have been a chance of some sort of rebuttal from him, but not today. Today he simply wanted to escape from the world and so he began running as quickly as he could. Nobody had a chance of catching him considering all the practice he had had for his entire life- unless, of course, they apparated. Then again, seeing as how the events of the disastrous day were unfolding in Hogwarts, they only possible way of trying to reach him was by running. In short, he was home free. Instead of fleeing to his dorm room, he instead only stopped running once he was safely behind the door of the Room of Requirement.
Once there, he plopped down onto an extremely comfy-looking couch that faced a burning fireplace. Coincidentally, or not depending on one's views of this certain room, there happened to be a cup of warm cocoa waiting for him on a table beside the couch. He reached over and brought the rounded side of the cup to his lips to take a sip, relishing the feeling of warmth and safety that emanated from the drink as it traveled down his throat. As he continued to drink from the cup that fit his hand perfectly, his thoughts left the cozy 'family living room' type the Room of Requirement had chosen and returned to those he had been pondering previously before he noticed the door to the beloved room.
His thoughts were predominated by questions hat had haunted him for most of his life, but especially in the past few years. Would things have turned out differently if his childhood had been different? If he had been raised by his parents or at least by someone who loved him? A reckless, sad sort of grin took over his face.
'I bet even if my parents did raise me, I would still be adventurous. I doubt my mother could keep my father's influence away from me forever, nor that of his best friend.' The boy's eyes lost their remaining spark at the thought of his godfather.
'I might have been less reckless though…'
"All I really want is to see them just once, in real life," the young man muttered aloud.
'All you really want to do is save them,' the voice in the back of his mind whispered quietly. He chuckled grimly at the reminder of his 'hero complex.' At last the cup ran out of cocoa, although if the boy had been more alert, he would have notice dhow the cocoa lasted far longer than the size of the cup indicated.
"I might as well return to the common room before a search party is sent," the troubled teen announced to the room. It's quite possible he would have done just that….at least if he hadn't stretched, yawned and leaned back against the couch as his eyelids slowly lowered and he was lulled to sleep by the forever burning fire.