Chapter 7
"Harry, eat something." Ron said tapping Harry's shoulder as his head is down on his hands. His head still on his hands, Harry shook his head. He looked helplessly at Hermione and Hermione helplessly shrugged at him. It has been one week since Harry send the letter and he still hasn't got a reply back. Worst case scenarios are coming up in Harry's mind and Hermione and Ron could only watch helplessly as reassurances were falling on deaf ears and Harry's sleep was becoming increasingly disturbed and his appetite increasingly reduced. The only time they saw his appetite this low had been before the first Quidditch match. And this odd behaviour is becoming noticeable as others started question Ron and Hermione since Harry just plain refused to reply.
Hearing someone come behind them, they turned to see Professor McGonagall standing behind them. Her concerned expression was further strengthened seeing Harry not having anything and Ron and Hermione's helpless expression. Shaking Harry and when Harry turned to shout at them, he saw Professor McGonagall standing behind them. Before Harry could say anything, Professor McGonagall said "Mr Potter, come with me. Mr Weasley and Miss Granger, continue your breakfast. Mr Potter will join you for the first class."
Looking at Professor McGonagall with a puzzled expression, he got up to go with Professor McGonagall who had already started walking. Giving a slight nod of his head as an indication that he will tell them what happened, he followed Professor McGonagall. He thought that they were going in the direction of the Slytherin dormitories, but on that path Professor McGonagall took a left turn. Walking behind her he saw the pictures slowly change from sceneries or individuals to paintings that seemed to mark some special occasion. Soon, they stopped in front of a door. Harry was tempted to peek from behind her but restrained himself.
Knocking on the door in front of her, Harry waited as he heard footstep sound from behind the door. Hearing the door open, he heard a feminine voice ask politely "Professor McGonagall. How may we help you?". Professor McGonagall shifted to the side, removing herself from Harry's vision and Harry's eyes fell upon the eyes that everyone said he had inherited from. He felt a gasp falling from his lips at the same time a gasp escaped from the woman, everyone said was his mother.
Harry eyes roamed over the woman who is his mother as he heard Professor McGonagall say in a voice that sounded distantly "I thought that Harry could have breakfast with you today." The woman in front of him was dressed in a shirt and pants that Harry could see was similar to the shirt and pant used to wear to the meetings. However, on the woman it seemed to make her softer with the sleeves rolled up to show hands that seemed to be gripping the door tightly as if preventing herself from falling. Finally, Harry's eyes reached her face. He noted some similarity on how she seems to be holding her lips together as if holding back something, her eyes seems stormy as if she feels lots of feelings at that moment similar to what Harry is feeling. At that moment, Harry felt a happiness that seems to reflect on his face, an emptiness that even he didn't know he had begun to fill.
The woman raised her hand in a hesitant manner as if afraid of something, but Harry's reaction was immediate. Without any hesitation, he gripped her hand tightly as if he was never letting her go and walked inside the room with her without any hesitation.
Finally Harry and his parents meet. But how does breakfast go? To know please leave comments on the story and leave likes.