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Chapter 4: the letter
Harry looked up at Ron with wide eyes before bolting up.
"W...What?" He cried quietly.
Ron raised a red eyebrow and tilted his head slightly. "Class is cancelled because we cant get anywhere..."
"What about the portrait shortcuts? Surly we can use them?" Harry inquired, a small sense of dread raising in his chest.
"No can do. Our nearest shortcut is on floor seven but we need stairs to get their, Slytherins are trapped in the dungeons because there only staircase has walked off somewhere with their nearest shortcut being floor one, Hufflepuffs Can het to a class but that's it. Ravenclaw can get to charms and Potions, the library too." Ron nodded to himself, smirking slightly at how 'well informed' he was.
"Oh" Harry looked down. 'not good, not good, not good, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no' he thought, his long hair covering his face and falling around his body.
"Come down when your ready, the house-elves brought food for us." Ron laughed, one foot already out the door. Harry simply nodded.
'I did it again... What am I going to do? What if someone...'
You wish is fulfilled, little one.
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"I apologise greatly for yesterdays inconvenience. The problem has been resolved and classes shall resume per the usual." Dumbledore's great voice echoed around the great hall before the old man re-joined his fellow teachers for breakfast.
Harry sighed slightly as the usual group hoarded around him as though nothing happened, but Harry's eyes noticed the bruises around several necks, abnormally long sleaves for the time of year and a few limps.
'at least no one's missing limbs this time' The boy thought as he pushed himself away from the table and left, not noticing the grey and brown eyes that followed him, sympathy filled in there orbs.
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Harry walked up to his dorm with heaviness in his chest. Potions was torture. Potion of soul, huh. All the girls and a fair few boys had practically smothered him for god knows how long and divination was no better. It has to be unprofessional to call students dolls and pretties.
He opened his curtains and moved to fall down only to stop mid thought and stare. On his bed, laying with a secret beauty, was a small bronze envelope. The boy slowly sat down reached out and opened it.
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry I cant be therewith you. I know that your feeling alone and I want to help. I hope that I can help but unfortunately only through these letters. I will look out for you, I promise. I can't tell you who I am, its against the rule, I can only watch from the background, but I want you to trust me. I'm right here.
D.M
'D.M? Who...' Harry looked down for the hundredth time that day only this time a small smile graced his lips.
'Ok, no name. I trust you. Who ever you are...'