And here's the last part! Hope you enjoyed the rollercoaster.
Much love to Sue, who edited this for me!
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Harry kept rubbing his eyes, because he couldn't believe that there was the rain and the sun at the same time. The former kept ruining his trousers while the latter wasn't allowing him to go to sleep. He then opened his eyes to see that he had left the water running all night, causing his trousers to stay wet and the covered glass windows had the reflection of the sun. He got out of them and squeezed the water out, leaving them to dry on a clothes-line. He then took a hot shower, and as the water fell down his body, he mentally planned what he wanted to do.
The Potter family was not very old as compared to nobility or something; but his father was not as frivolous with his money as he was with his flirtations during school and so Harry had a large pile of money waiting for him. His adviser had told him that if he spent his money wisely, then there would be enough for his future children even without him working a day in his life. However, he did not want to be that kind of guy. Wizard-to-muggle money conversion had a good exchange rate, and he had come out with a lot more dollars than he had expected. Harry mentally decided that he would start writing the book that he'd wanted to write since he was eight years old but never had the time to, til now.
He saw the laptop lying on the table in the bedroom and opened it. Just then, he couldn't help but remember that Hermione was the one who had taught him how to use all the latest Muggle appliances and he started crying again, but refused to go sit in the shower like a depressed person. He knew this would happen to him sometime. He didn't expect it to be Hermione, but it made sense. Her parents were very conservative, and it was with a lot of struggles that he and Ron had brought Hermione out of her shell a bit. He hadn't gone to the extent where he would suppose Hermione was dead to let go of the bitter feelings, but he tried to shove them away. Trying to slit his wrists hadn't worked in his fifth year, and he wasn't crazy enough to try it in a place where he knew he didn't know anyone at all. Nor did anyone know that he was here.
He then remembered the end of the war, when Fred's hand had fallen off the Weasley Family clock, Molly and Arthur had gotten hands for both Hermione and him to put on the clock. Molly had then said, "Even if you don't marry into the family, you are my children." He should have realized then that Molly knew something was up when he refused to start dating Ginny again after the War was over. He shoved those thoughts away from his head, not wanting to reminisce about all his great memories in that world, which happened to include…No! Harry typed in the password which was written on a sticky note left on the laptop. He opened a document and started writing the story that was stuck in his head since he had decided that he wanted to write for a living.
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About six hours later,
Harry was tired from all the crying and writing and the whole change that had happened in the past few days. He decided to go get something hot to drink. There was nothing in the house though, Arthur didn't know when or if Harry would even come to this house and so perishables were not stored. Harry decided to go to some café, have something and then go grocery shopping.
He walked a bit, clenching his fingers within his gloves. There wasn't much of a temperature difference between London and here. He wondered if the lack of company led to a psychological effect where he felt colder. He walked into a café which looked interesting enough with the name Coffee-Holics engraved. He knew it was a stereotype for English people to love tea, but he liked coffee as well. He walked in to find that it was somewhat crowded. He went to the counter and looked at the menu displayed to find that they had a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. The thought of sitting in the Hogwarts kitchens, chatting with the house-elves as he and Ron ate desserts with hot chocolate while Hermione stuck to her Earl Grey was too tempting for him not to dive into that memory and sit there forever. He looked at the barista and ordered, "A hot chocolate with whipped cream please."
He paid and looked around for a place to sit. All chairs were full except one and a boy was sitting at that table with a laptop in front of him. He went there and asked to sit down. If he wasn't dreaming, he would think the boy in front of him was an elf. Truth be told, with his fair skin and hair that just enhanced it, the boy looked almost elfin. However he knew that he didn't know the people in this area, and they might take offence to being compared to an elf. So he offered his hand and said, "I'm Harry." He got the same feeling from Kurt that he did when he first spoke to Ron. Then he realized that this might be the start of a beautiful friendship, if he only had the time to develop it, and of course, if Kurt was willing.
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Yay! Done! I may expand this later.. let's see. Happy holidays!