Chapter 2
You've got…a fan
Harry
Hello my friend
Remember me? But ofcourse you do. How could you forget about what happened at the last Quiddich game…was it as good for you as it was for me? Well, it probably wasn't…falling that high…but you didn't get hurt though'…now did ya? I went through so much trouble…I tried and tried and tried…and what do I get? Nothing. All you do is laugh at me. If you wouldn't have reached for your wand in time… it would have been a great fall…Just think about it…The Great Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The one that even The Dark Lord Himself couldn't take… Yes. I would have been famous… I would have been remembered…
Harry folded the letter and looked at his assistant.
"Well here's another piece of regular mail from my dear friend who shall be unnamed."
"Sir, I…"
"How many times have I told you to call me Harry? Colin does…Justin, for God sakes we went to Hogwarts for 7 years. We were in the same Herbiology class. Did you call me Sir then? That's weird 'cause I don't really recall that… my lousy memory and me. You probably did, right?"
"Alright. Harry."
"Now was that so hard for you Justin? 'Cause if it was then I too, can call you Sir and all will be swell."
"Harry come on! Let us get to business or how shall I call it? We have got to do something about these… letters. They keep coming in. If it were just letters…but they are not. He says clearly that he made it happen. Besides, people don't just fall off their brooms because of nothing. Have you thought about what he wants? Maybe you should just give in. You know, get away from all of the attention for a while… you know. Lay low?
"No. I want to keep playing. I don't want him to think that I'm afraid of him. And besides if I step down now I will miss The Quiddich World Cup. You know how important that is to the team. Besides if I did anything of that nature Wood would come here personally and hex me."
"Harry…"
"No Justin. I said I want to do exactly the opposite."
Justin gave Harry a face that very much resembled to the face of a kid asking his mom for candy.
"You are not the head of my security."
"Yeah well I'm not and I'm most certainly pretty unqualified to make any decisions concerning in the matter but…"
"So don't make any decisions concerning in the matter," Harry cut in.
"…But I think it's time you go to see a professional of some kind."
"What do you mean? Get the guy a therapist or something? Can you order them from a catalogue or something? 'Cause if so I'll take two." Harry joked.
"No. Hire a couple of people to protect you."
"What? Am I hearing alright?"
"Probably. Though' I don't know when you last saw your doctor about your ears." Justin said stupidly.
"Uh…my ears are fine..." Harry said, then fell deep in thought.
"Well that's good. Least got one problem off our backs."
After a few minutes of silence, what seemed like forever to Justin, Harry was still thinking hard and looking at the carpet, not saying a word.
"Hmm…Harry…how about it?"
Just then, on the exact moment Colin walked in. "Hey everybody! Why so down?"
"Harry got another one of these"; Justin said waving the letter in his hand.
"Uh…umm…Harry? I really think you should do something about this… It's getting really creepy…"
"That's what I told him."
"Yeah…Umm…Harry?"
Harry looked up to the both of them, then said; "I'll contact The Ministry…see if they can find me somebody trustworthy."
Justin and Colin both were sad to see their friend so devastated. He might have not shown it, but he was devastated. He almost dragged his feet after him as he walked out of the room and headed towards his room.
"Hey Harry!" Coin called after him.
"What," said the one being called after.
"I have an idea." Harry walked back to his two friends/employees with curiosity, mixed with lots of other emotions, in his face. Colin continued, "Look, Harry…I know you don't want a bunch of strangers here, searching everybody who comes through the door…then why not ask your two best friends?" He said smiling.
Harry's eyebrows rose so high that neither of the others thought it was possible. "You two? Protect me? I'm sorry guys and don't get this the wrong way or anything but…"
"Not us, stupid. Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger. I hear they work for the Ministry but I'm not quite sure which department though'… There are things in the Daily Prophet about them sometimes… saying that Hermione messed up with the giants or that Ron got some Dark Wizards locked up in Azkaban again… so since they never mention their departments I take it that they work for The Unspeakables…"
"Colin…." Harry said in a voice so threatening that Justin who was standing next to Colin got Goosebumps "…that's your best idea yet", Harry said grinning from ear to ear.
After leaving his two friends to their tasks, Harry left for his room and tried to think of a good beginning to a letter. A letter, which was to be written to his best friend. Or to a man, who used to be his best friend. Harry knew that Ron was going to help him, but he could not do it all by himself. He needed help, and would he come if it meant that the help he needed was going to be Hermione Granger?
Thanking beforehand,
B
