A year in the life of Harry Potter
Chapter 26: August, 22
The day before Harry had sat down in a passageway, not caring what was going to happen to him. No one had passed his way since.
It had started to rain late evening. His whole body was on fire with pain, and the rain drops thundered down on him. Minutes later they were soaing wet, sticking to his body. The whole night he'd sat there, not moving a muscle.
In the early morning hours it had stopped to rain. The sun had come out, but hadn't lifted Harry's mood.
As he looked into a puddle next to him he couldn't recognise the face which was staring back. Dirty, blood smeared all over it, water drippling down hi forehead, cheeks. He couldn't help but smile.
"Oh man, in what situation have I brought myself in?" he muttered. "One day I'm nothing, then suddenly I'm a famous child model. On the third day I'm homeless, on the fourth I'm adopted, on the fifth I find myself in Holland, on the sixth everyone is eager to meet me, the Boy-Who-Lived, and on the seventh I'm destined to die."
He was too exhausted. He couldn't help but close his eyes and fall asleep.
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