Chapter 8: Chapter 7
As promised. Now, just out of pure curiosity, what do you think Sebastian's true form looks like?
Just so you know, I have changed the last chapter a bit. I have also gone back, and to the best of my current ability, edited it so there were no spelling, grammar or punctuation mistakes.
Harry sat on his bed in the dorms, playing with D.V. He actually lingered out in the courtyard for a while, before he was forced to go in because of curfew. Everyone had been tired from the exciting day, and hadn't noticed him
It was midnight, and everyone else was asleep. Harry didn't feel the need to sleep, just like he didn't feel want eat earlier. His head ached slightly and he felt sore all over. He was on his back, D.V on his stomach, pushing against his hand and purring when Harry scratched him. Feeling daring, Harry scooped D.V up into his arms and easily snuck out the portrait entrance, being careful not to wake the fast asleep- and snoring- fat lady. He rubbed his eyes, and brought a hand up to fix his glasses.
Well, tried to. Since his glasses weren't there, he ended up just fixing phantom ones. Startled, he felt around in his long black robe, searching for the missing object.
No glasses. But he could see fine... suddenly his mind snapped back to his conversation with Hermione and Ron.
' Ron lightly punched his shoulder. Harry's attention wondered off, thinking about the little kitten in his pocket.
"So," He started. "Where'd your glasses go?"
Harry was barley was registering a word his two friends said.
Hermione stared at Ron in surprise. In all her years of being Ron's best friend, she still didn't believe how observant he really was.
Hermione jabbed him with her elbow.
"Ow, what was that for 'Mione?"
"First off, Ronald Weasley, it's none of our business! Second, there are many charms, potions, and salves that can be applied over time to improve eyesight. Third off, have you ever heard of contacts?"
Ron spluttered, and his ears turned red. " 'Course I know that! We're good friends, I thought it wouldn't be prying and yo-"
Harry slipped away from the conversation when he noticed they were fighting. '
Harry stopped in surprise. How long had he forgotten his glasses? The questions buzzing around in his head couldn't be answered.
He was very confused. First, he'd somehow had his eyes miraculously fixed, after they'd been terrible for- oh, since he was born.
Second, his body didn't want to eat, hell, it was like it didn't even recognise food as something edible.
Third, a super handsome, very intelligent man takes an interest in him, for him, and not his fame like so many people around Hogwarts.
And lastly, he didn't feel tired. He'd even got up early!
At the Dursleys, if he wanted to get all the jobs done in time, he had to get up in the early morning, but once he'd gotten kicked out, he just went back to bed after his internal clock woke him up.
He needed someone to talk to.
But he didn't think Ron or Hermione would understand. They be concerned, and probably even go get other people involved. Or knowing Hermione, immerse herself in books to try and help. Right now, there was only one person he felt... safe to tell.
Reaching into his pocket, he took out the things Sebastian had given him. He un-crumpled the piece of paper with the location of Sebastian's apartment in Hogwarts.
Reading it-and rereading it once more in shock- he made his way to supposedly a dead end corridor. He read it again carefully before walking up to one of the walls and reaching out a hand.
D.V shivered and tried to snuggle into Harry's robes. Harry smiled and bundled Darth Vader into them, making sure he could breath before resuming his action.
He slowly drew a pentagram onto the stone wall, and after waiting six seconds, he whispered into the silence of night the password.
"Cat."
A dark black wooden door carved with depictions of various animals - all predators, Harry noted- suddenly fazed onto the wall where he'd drawn the pentagram.
He opened the door and walked inside, placing a curious D.V on the only thing in the room- a large, plush, bouncy and white bed with a large silk curtain overhead.
D.V began sniffing at the sheets, before settling comfortably on the bed, a satisfied purr echoing into the semi-empty room.
"Sebastian?" He walked into the bathroom, covering his eyes in a show of privacy- just in case he'd been taking a shower.
He heard some shuffling and the creak of bed springs, and the tiny meow of a happy D.V.
"Such soft hands~! Such silky-ness~!" Sebastian's voice gushed, and Harry could almost see him swooning.
Harry slowly peered out of the bathroom.
"Sebastian?" he whispered.
A/N
Bwhaha, I keep my promise, I think... what day did I post the last one?
So Harrys finally going to ask Sebastian about what's going on. I've wanted to write that for a long time. I pinkie promise I won't do anything too boring when everything is explained.
Definition of Edible: "fit to be eaten (often used to contrast with unpalatable or poisonous examples), or items of food."
The above is because I'm not sure if I use the word right, or if some people even knew what I was trying to say.
Au revoir.