Days…weeks had passed. It was now mid September. Harry was a zombie, the break up had taken a toll on his body, he was thinner and paler with dark circles under his swollen eyes, which was a clear sign that he'd been crying quite often. He did was go to classes and in his free time never socialized with anyone. Walking, almost sleep walking, from school to the Inn and from the Inn to school. Mostly Harry spent them in his room sleeping with a dreamless potion. Mike, Angela, Jessica and Eric were very concerned for him, as were most of the Cullens.
One day during lunch Rosalie approached him, something no one was used to see her do since they thought she considered herself superior to everyone. "Harry…"
Harry looked at her. "Rosalie…"
"How are you?" she asked.
"…Spectacular…" said Harry scarcastically. Rosalie looked at him. "I'm…I'm trying Rose, I am. It's just hard to…" he looked over her shoulder and shuddered. He muttered a silence charm to specifically prevent Edward from hearing their conversation. She turned and saw Edward lovingly sitting down with Bella at the Cullens table, she also noticed Jaspers tension, she knew it had to be from the feelings radiating from Harry. "…to look at them…"
"I'm so sorry about everything, especially since it happened on your…"
Harry nodded. "…Aniversary… Yeah…" She noticed his hand trembling. "But I'm trying. I'm sure I'll move on especially. As…" tears dripped down his face. "… long as he's happy…"
Rosalie was angry. "After what he did to you? How can you even wish him happiness?"
Harry looked over, he could tell Edward was internally stressed that he couldn't hear their conversation; he was even more stressed because he knew his siblings could hear it and he couldn't. "Because I loved him…" he wiped his tears away. "…and when you love someone that much, you wish them the best. No matter…" his body trembled. "…no matter how much they hurt you…"
"Well, I can't speak for everyone." said Rosalie. "But if there's anything you need… I'll…"
"Th…Thank you Rosalie. I appreciate it, but what I really need is distance from you, from you all…and from him. It's nothing personal but I need distance to see and figure out how I can even start to move on, how I can ever, if ever return to be the Harry that I once was…and I really can't do that with all of you following and hanging around me…"
Rosalie nodded. "I understand. But the offer still stands if you change your mind."
Harry nodded, his eyes watered as he zipped up his jacket and quietly walked away crying.
Emmett walked over to Rosalie. "You ok?"
"Can we go somewhere else today?" asked Rosalie. "I really don't want to sit at that table with Edward and Bella. I feel I might kill them both."
"Yeah." said Emmett. "Come on…" he led her out of the cafeteria.
Early on a Friday night Alice drove the FORKSTREE INN, she was half tempted to go in and check on Harry but knew it would be useless, she saw a yellow Volkswagen beetle in the parking lot, which reminded her of Madame Sybils car. As she drove off she thought of her reading, 'What will happen to Edward? What does fate have for him? Will Bella be good for him? Who will Harry fall in love with?' she thought.
In regards to the yellow Volkswagen beetle, little did Alice know she was right.
Sybil walked through the halls of the FORKSTREE INN until finding the door 18. Seeing there was no one around, she knocked on the door.
Harry opened the door and saw his Divination teacher. "Prof…Professor Trelawney." he gasped.
"Harry…" said Sybil. "My dear…" she hugged him.
Harry melted crying into her arms. She was like a refreshing breeze of Hogwarts air, like a small piece of his magical life back. He led her in and took her to the small sitting area. "What are you doing here professor?"
Sybil waved her wand igniting the fireplace. "The Ministry of Magic sent me here keep an eye on you while the Aurors deal with some current issues back home."
"What problems?" asked Harry.
"I'm not at liberty to say at the moment. But, let's say, they don't want the problems to fly across the ocean and find you." said Sybil.
"I appreciate that…" said Harry. "But at this time, I'd love a good fight right now…"
There was a moment of awkward silent. "What is it dear?" asked Sybil.
"Professor, I desperately need your guidance." said Harry. "I just got out of a relationship, a relationship that's left me jilted. He was a wonderful man, or at least I thought he was, and it all…" his voice trembled. She took his hands for support. "…it all just fell apart. I just want, I need, some reassurance, or at least some hope that I'll get over this, that there's some happiness someone for me out there…"
"I can't tell you exactly…" said Sybil.
"Just a hint of hope." Harry begged. "Something…Please…"
Sybil sighed. She opened her purse, taking out the tarot cards. "Shall we ask the cards?"
"Anything professor…" said Harry. She gave him the cards, he expertly shuffled the deck, placed it on the table and split it into three decks. He looked at his teacher.
"You remember well…" said Sybil. She flipped the top cards of each deck. "Despair, The Wheel of Fortune and…The Lovers."
Harry looked at her. "Is it bad?" he asked. His hands trembled in fear. "I'm still a bit rusty reading them…"
"No." said Sybil. "You see Despair describes your present and soon you'll be entering the Wheel of Fortune."
"What's that?" asked Harry.
"The wheel will spin, creating a turning point of events, soon your luck will return." said Sybil. "that luck leads to…" she took the last tarot card. "The Lovers."
Harry stared at her. "So…that means…?"
"Luck will smile on you and you will find true love." said Sybil.
Harry sighed. "Thank you professor! That's all I needed…hope. You're sure…"
"I swear on my wand Harry." Sybil promise. "You've been through so much Harry, soon you'll get the reward you deserve."
Harry cried. "So what do I do now?"
"Pick yourself up. Return to your muggle school friends, go out with them get some fresh air, hit the gym and soon you'll be back to on your feet. You must be back on your feet and back to your old self to meet your future love." said Sybil. "Promise me."
"I promise." nodded Hary. "Where are you living?"
"In Port Angeles. I have a little shop there. It's a block away from Starbrick Alley." said Sybil.
"Starbrick Alley?" asked Harry.
"It's Washington State's version of Diagon Alley." Sybil explained. "Every state has one." Harry nodded. "If you ever need me for anything I'll be there, I've already added your magical signature to my protection wards. You're be safe to come in anytime."
"Can I ask you another question?" asked Harry.
"Of course." said Sybil.
"If you're in Port Angeles, how do you keep watch over me?" asked Harry.
"I have owls all over the Olympic forest and around Forks, they report back twice a week and weekends on how you're doing. I then report back to the Ministry and to your brother Caleb." said Sybil. "They're all invisible to muggles of course."
"Of course…" Harry looked out the window and saw an owl perched on his balcony. "Is that one?"
"Yes." said Sybil. She looked at her watch. "I have to go."
"Alright." said Harry. He showed her to the door.
"Remember Harry." said Sybil. "It's only darkest when the sun is about to rise."
"Thank you professor." said Harry. He gave her a hug before she quietly made her way down the hall towards the parking lot to head home.
By late September Harry, true to his word, decided to rejoin the land of the living. Though he was still thin and frightfully pale he had less shadow under his eyes. He decided to start at lunch. He saw his friends, Eric, Angela, Jessica and Mike sitting at their usual table.
They all looked up at him. "Harry." said Eric.
"May I join you?" asked Harry.
"Yeah." said Jessica. "Come."
"Thanks." said Harry. He sat down. He saw the Cullens sitting at their usual table with Bella. He knew they'd be eavesdropping but he didn't really care anymore. "I'd like to start by apologizing. I know that after I started hanging out with the Cullens I sort of brushed you guys under the rug, if you will, and I'm sorry."
"It's ok Harry." said Angela. "I can understand they're more interesting that we are."
"Yes." said Harry. "But not as pleasant, as I've learnt quite recently."
"Were you dating Edward Cullen?" asked Eric.
"I'll tell you if you promise not to say anything." said Harry. When they nodded, he casted an mutetongue spell, used to prevent a person to reveal a secret. "I moved here earlier this year and I met the Cullens almost immediately. Yes I fell in love with Edward, and we were seeing each other up until September, when he met Bella. We broke up last month."
"How long were you two?" asked Jessica.
"Six months." said Harry. He looked down, the memories still hurt so deep.
"I'm sorry." said Angela. "No wonder you were like a zombie for so long, to lose someone so smart and beautiful… it can't be easy."
Harry shook his head. "No it isn't."
"What made you return from the dead?" asked Eric.
"I had a visit from an old friend, she helped me clear my head, telling me that there's always light in darkness, that one mustn't ever lose hope in the future and that my true love is out there somewhere…" said Harry. "I just have to be patient until he arrives." From the corner of his eye, he saw the Cullens, they were tense especially Edward. He couldn't understand why, even when they were together the vampire was difficult to read. But now it's like an endless maze of confusion that he really didn't feel like walking through it anymore.
Mike's eyes sparkled. "So you're single?"
Harry could see Edward's fists tensing up. Harry could imagine the lustful thoughts Mike had in his head right now, but he also knew Edward could see them. "Yes. I am."
"Sweet!" Mike smiled. "Would you like to go out with me some time."
Harry caught Edwards eye twitch with jealousy. 'Why was he with Bella then?' Harry thought. He turned back to Mike. "Michael, I'm flattered really. But I've just gone through a breakup, one that nearly killed me. As you all can see, it's physically broken me, literally. Had it been a meaningless relationship, purely physical, I would consider your offer. But when it's a relationship with deep emotional ties…" his voice cracked just a bit. "…it takes more time get over. Yes I'm trying to move on, but I need time for myself, to recollect my thoughts, take control of my mind and my emotions, reconnect with myself again. I'm sorry, but right now…all I can offer you is my friendship." The entire table was in tears. Harry's eye caught sight of the Cullen table, had they been alive they'd also be crying their eyes out. But he could tell their emotions by looking in their eyes. Edward was clutching the table, trying to distract himself by brushing Bellas hair. Jasper was so tense he looked nearly about to faint. Emmett, Alice, Rosalie and Jasper looked as if he wanted to kill.
"I accept that Harry." said Mike.
"Alright." said Harry. "Now…To change the subject." They all laughed. "Do you guys know where I can buy a car?"
"Well, there are several car stores over on Motor Avenue." said Jessica. "Do you have a budget? How much are your parents letting you spend?"
"No I don't have one. Plus I don't need their approval since they've been dead for eighteen years." This caught them all by surprise, especially the Cullens. Edward was multi–tasking as he'd never done before, talking with Bella about her English project and listening like a hawk to every one of Harrys words.
"What?" asked Angela.
"Yeah. They were murdered when I was three months old." said Harry. "I went to live with some relatives who treated me like crap, until I went to boarding school. After I turned seventeen I was emancipated and inherited quite a bit of money, that I have been able to multiply, quite a bit, thanks to smart business investments."
"What business investment?" asked Angela.
"I have two friends who opened a joke shop, back in England. I trusted their brilliant vision and invested in their store. The shop was wildly successful and well…that's been good for me."
"Ok…" said Mike. "So what new car do you want?"
"I decided that I want a used car, in good conditions of course." Harry explained. He saw the stunned look in their faces. "It's just that I don't know that I'll be in Forks forever. Don't get me wrong I like it here, but I'm really homesick and I feel that eventually, I will be heading home." there was a long silence. "That's why buying a new car would be absurd."
"There's a car dealership over on the Quileute Reservation." said Angela. "I bought mine there."
"I could drive you Harry." Mike offered. "If you like…"
Harry nodded. "Sounds good. How about this Saturday?"
"Yes." said Mike. "Perfect."
Harry looked at his watch, he was dead on his feet. "I've got to go, lunch is almost over anyways. But we'll talk tomorrow Mike, to set it up."
After school, Harry made his out of school to start his pleasantly long and quiet walk home. He relished the chance to walk and catch the cool breeze. He was met with Alice and Jasper.
"Hi Harry." Said Alice.
"Alice…" said Harry. "Hi…"
"Can we give you a ride?" asked Jasper.
"No." said Harry.
"Really." said Alice. "It's no trouble."
"I appreciate it, but no." said Harry. They all saw Bella waving them to go to her. Harry looked at Alice and Jasper, his eyes full of tears. "Go."
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