Here's the second chapter, completly polished. Only for you, my dear readers. ^_^
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Chapter 2
Harry awoke with a start when a loud banging was heard on his door. He groggily got up and shook his head when he heard his uncle from the other side of the door.
"BOY! We are visiting aunt Marge for the next week. When we get back I don't want to see my house crumbled to dust and want you gone with your freakish friends! IS THAT CLEAR?"
"Yes uncle Vernon.", replied Harry boredly and opened the door slowly after he had opened his window first to let in some fresh air.
"Good.", breathed his uncle and threw him a disgusted look. "Don't you dare to eat all our food away. By your looks you have enough money to buy your own meals."
"Yeah…", said Harry and squeezed himself through the hall that was almost entirely blocked by his uncle's massive girth, to reach the bathroom. "See ya then. And don't worry. I've got better things to do than stay in the house all day. And I'll be just as happy as you to be outta here by then."
Vernon grunted and bolted down the stairs. Harry didn't bother to watch as the Dursleys took their leave and he took his morning shower before he dressed in comfortable pair of jeans that were a greyish blue and looked worn out. He took a while to select his shirt and settled with a silky black shirt that had a majestic silvery dragon wrapped around his torso. Not just any dragon, but an Hungarian Horntail, the dragon he had fought against in the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
Satisfied with his looks he left the bathroom and took a long dark green cloak with silver fastenings out of his trunk. Why shouldn't he use his now free time and go out?
He took a piece of parchment and a quill out of his trunk and wrote a quick note.
...HP...
It's safe, the muggles have left. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at 11 am. Bring Beautiful with you.
H.
...HP...
He woke Hedwig who hooted softly and he held the letter out to her.
"You know where he is. You've got three hours to deliver the letter to him. Shouldn't be a problem, should it?"
The owl hooted again and nibbled his finger affectionately before she took off with the letter and flew through the already opened window.
He took his bag and put his wand into a new invisible holster he wore on his right arm and went down into the kitchen for breakfast. It was 9:30 at the moment so he had enough time.
At 10:00 he threw the dirty dishes into the sink and draped his cloak over his arm.
Now it was his turn to leave Privet Drive.
He looked around on the streets and raised his eyebrows. Dust and dirt that was thrown around by the storm lay everywhere. No one seemed to bother to clean the street.
When he walked along the street and went to Magnolia Ring, he didn't lose the feeling that somebody was watching him. He looked inconspicuous over his shoulder and tried to hear something. When he concentrated hard enough, he was able to hear shuffling steps not far behind. But nobody was there…
He stopped in his tracks and turned into a small alley. He then caught the scent of strong alcohol and wrinkled his nose before he sneezed.
He kneeled down and it looked like he was tying his left shoelace. When he heard footsteps not far from himself again he whirled around and his hand caught something solid where only seemed to be thin air.
He pulled and suddenly held a shining invisibly cloak in his hands. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the person who now stood in front of him.
"Who're you?", he snarled dangerously and aimed his wand straight at the persons head.
"Hey, would ya jus' relax fella? That thin' ya got there is dangerous ya know."
Harry's eyes narrowed further as he looked at the men in front of him He was wearing a thorn and dirty cloak and had a greasy hat on his brown haired head. His clothes weren't in any better shape too. They were just as dirty and thorn than his cloak.
"Who are you?", Harry asked again.
"The name's Mundungus Fletcher. Call me Dung if ya wanna. Don't ya worry 'cause of lil' ol' me. Jus' pretend ya didn' see me, kay?", answered the man slurring.
"Okay Dung…", snarled Harry, not really sure if the man was dangerous or not. "Why were you following me around with this invisibly cloak?"
"It was my job!", answered Mundungus and scratched his ear.
"Your job?", Harry asked sceptically and Mundungus nodded his head.
"Yeah. Ol' Dumbles ordered it. Today's my shift… but I wasn't s'posed t'be seen. Had orders to stay hidden."
"So Dumbledore told you to shadow me?", Harry wanted to know slightly worried and angry at the same time. "How long has this been going on?"
Mundungus was silent for a moment. "Jus' till yesterday I think. 'Cause Death Eaters are on tha move jus' ya know it."
"Not very good in hiding, are you? What would happen if Dumbledore found out that I talked with you?"
Mundungus shrugged and seemed uncomfortable. "Don' know. He'll be angry I s'pose."
"Well then I can tell him, alright.", said Harry and moved his wand back into his holster. "It's better for you if you don't sneak around here. You suck at stealth."
"NO!", Mundungus screamed panicky. "I don' wanna to get the shit beaten outta me by that mad godfather of yours boy! An' the rest of the Order!"
"You know Sirius?"
Harry was surprised and suddenly an idea struck him.
"All right. I don't tell anybody that I saw you and you take me to the Leaky Cauldron. But swear you don't tell a soul. Deal?"
He held out his hand and waited just for a second and then Mundungus slapped it.
"Deal. I owe ya one, Harry. I'm gonna bring ya to the Cauldron don't ya worry 'bout that. Grab my shoulder."
Harry did as Mundungus told him and suddenly he had the feeling as if his whole body was squeezed trough a small tube and he had trouble breathing. Normally he didn't have any problem with Apparation…
...HPHPHP...
As quick as it came it was gone and he stood in front of the small brick wall that hid the entrance to Diagon Alley. He turned around to Mundungus and handed him the invisibly cloak.
"How long is your shift?", he wanted to know.
"Every day till Monday when ya gonna be picked up by the Order. Jus' at night somebody else s'there."
"Well then, thank you for the ride. Remember. I'm still in the house at Privet Drive and didn't leave the whole day."
"Gotcha.", Mundungus nodded and with a loud 'Crack' vanished on the spot.
Harry smirked. He had thought he would have to break into Mrs. Figg's house to use the floo network, but this was just ten times better. He chuckled when he thought back to when he first realized that his babysitter, the cat-crazed Mrs. Figg, had to be a witch or at least a squib.
He looked at his new silver watch and saw that he still had enough time to drink something at the pub first.
He slipped his cloak over his clothes and went into the pub where Tom the bartender already stood before him and bowed slightly.
"Good day, Mr. Potter. It's nice to see you again."
Harry nodded. "It's nice to see you as well Tom. I take the usual seat in the corner."
"I take it, that your friends will be joining you after a while."
Harry just nodded and Tom lead him to a table in the corner where you could see the whole pub from, but weren't easily seen yourself.
"Can I bring something to eat?", Tom asked when he was seated.
"No, thank you.", replied Harry. "But you can bring two butterbeers and a glass of Ogden's Best for now."
Tom nodded and left.
Harry meanwhile took out a small mirror and concentrated on his famous scar. It took a moment but after a short while it wasn't visible anymore. There now was just plain dark and healthy tanned skin. Well it was damn useful when you have some traits of a so called Metamorphmagus.
Satisfied he thanked Tom as he brought his orders and leaned back on his chair while he sipped his cold butterbeer.
He still had twenty minutes to spare and looked around in the pub. It was as always lively and the fireplace often flashed green when people after people arrived via floo. He nearly choked when he saw Severus Snape, his potions professor, step out of the fireplace. He wore his standard black billowing cloak and had his usual sneer in place. He scanned the pub and his eyes met with Harry's, who coldly stared back, for the break of a second and he raised his eyebrows before he left the pub in the direction of the alley.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief and put his beer down on the table again before he folded his arms and closed his eyes to relax and at the same time concentrate on any threats that could be near. Not even ten minutes had passed when he was interrupted.
"Pff… you travel hundreds of miles to meet him and he's sleeping," a, for Harry, familiar and sarcastic voice said.
"Oui. And 'e iz already drinking in ze morning.", a musical girl's voice with a strong French accent chuckled.
"Shut it you two and sit down.", said Harry, smirking and cracked his eyes open.
The two persons in front of him smirked back and sat down before they lowered their hoods that covered their faces.
The girl was actually a young woman. But she was the most beautiful woman that Harry had ever seen and had long silvery blond hair that reached down to her waist. She had high cheekbones and glittering blue eyes. She wore a casual white top and a black jeans under her dark red cloak. She had a perfect body and was tall. About 5' 8" with normal shoes.
The other one was a young men looking his age with platinum blonde hair that was styled perfectly. He had piercing grey eyes and very aristocratic features. He, just like Harry, had well build muscles that were hidden under a dark green dress shirt, a black jeans and a black cloak. He also was very tall maybe 6' 1" or 6' 2" with long legs.
"I didn't think we would meet until the new term starts.", said the young man and grabbed the other butterbeer while the young woman sat down gracefully and took a sip of the Ogden's Best that Harry had ordered.
"Well Draco…", answered Harry still smirking. "The Dursleys left for my uncle's walrus of a sister. You know, the one I blew up before third year?"
The young man, that was known as Harry Potter's arch enemy, the one and only Draco Lucius Malfoy snorted. "Yeah. You told me the story after Granger had beaten the shit out of me before the execution of that hippogriff."
"You always insult her. I think you deserved it for what you did to Hagrid.", answered Harry shrugging.
"Zat 'e 'as.", said the young woman smiling and Draco pouted.
"So… after Fleur threw her galleon at me, too. Can we get started?", asked Draco after a while.
"Of course.", said Harry and turned serious.
He looked at the woman, Fleur Delacour, one of the four champions of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. "You were right with what you said before I left. They don't tell me anything but today I caught some drunken guy shadowing me with an invisibly cloak. He claimed to work for Dumbledore and said something about some Order. Do you two know anything about it?"
Fleur shook her head but Draco seemed deep in thought. "An Order… I think father said something like this when he came back after a raid… I think it was something with birds…"
He looked up startled as Harry snapped his fingers.
"Of course! Sirius wrote me a letter and mentioned a 'Chicken-Club'. But I doubt that this is the real name.", he said snickering.
"I don't think so too.", said Draco amused and suddenly his eyes widened. "That's it! It was called Order of the Phoenix!"
"Order of ze Phoenix?", asked Fleur, clueless. "I've never 'eard of somezing like zat."
"Neither have I.", said Harry. "But I guess that's the right name for it. Think about it, Dumbledore is the only one I know who has a Phoenix as his pet. So with him as the leader it seems fitting."
Draco murmured something and took a gulp of his butterbeer.
"What about you Draco? I know that you couldn't tell me everything in the letter. Did you find out something useful?"
Draco shook his head. "No, what I wrote in the letter was really everything I could get on information regarding the Nutter… father is just recruiting new members. And like I wrote he keeps talking about something in the Ministry."
They sat in silence and suddenly Harry began to chuckle, which earned him curious looks from his two companions.
"What are you laughing about?", asked Draco after a short moment.
"I just imagined Ron's and Hermione's faces when they discover that I was the 'first four weeks' of the holidays with you and Fleur."
"Pray that they don't find out about the real time we three were training. Not just that mutt of my cousin would kill you but probably my mother as well."
"Because of her pocket watch?", grinned Harry.
"But it vas very useful.", said Fleur nodding.
Harry sighed quietly. "But how are we going to keep it a secret? I don't really want to lie to my friends all the time. And I don't want to continue with this childish insulting of each other in the corridors."
"Yeah… I don't want to do that either. It's just embarrassing because you always get away with everything anyway."
"Gee, thanks.", replied Harry sarcastically.
"Your only problem weell be your potions Professor. Severus Snape was 'es name?", asked Fleur and looked over her shoulder.
Draco slapped his face. "Ah… Uncle Sev will probably find out not even after a week of school. If we're lucky."
Harry said nothing and decided to change the topic. "So Fleur, have you arranged to stay in England now?"
She nodded. "Oui. I got a great job at Gringott's. I weell 'elp Bill Weasley 'oo stays in ze office for now."
"That's brilliant!", smiled Harry happily while Draco groaned.
Over the last weeks Fleur had become something like a big sister to him just like Draco had surprisingly become like a brother.
"Where doesn't a Weasley work?", asked Draco exasperated. "First we are nearly roasted by a dragon because of the redhead in Romania and one is helping us blocking my father's and the Lestrange's' accounts. Two of them are working in the Ministry… granted one is just an arrogant suck up, but still…"
Harry just chuckled and looked at his watch. "Well, who of you wants to go shopping? Today everything is on me."
"Why?", asked Fleur surprised but with a gleam in her eyes.
"Because it's my birthday. So I'm supposed to care for my guests welfare."
"O 'Arry!", said Fleur, jumped to her feet and enveloped him in a big hug. "Vhy didn't you tell us right away? 'Appy Birthday!"
"Yeah. Happy Birthday Harry.", said Draco after Fleur had released him and patted him hard on the back. "Even if we celebrated one of your birthdays this year."
"Thanks guys."
Fleur nervously bounced from one foot to another. "So… shopping you zaid?"
Harry laughed and the three paid for their drinks and left the pub. Draco tapped the brick wall with his wand and the passage to Diagon Alley was opened.
"Ladies first.", said Harry and playfully bowed to Fleur.
"Zank you, Monsieur."
...HPHPHP...
Two hours later Harry regretted it to have taken Fleur to the shopping trip. He wasn't as bad off as Draco, because he had to drag the bags around the Alley. But still… his vault now had a huge dent and he was sure he never had spent so much money in this short amount of time. Not even when he had bought himself a whole new wardrobe last week.
"We should go to the apothecary," said Draco from behind the bags. "We need our potions ingredients and while we are still here we can buy them. Better now than later."
"Do you know which ingredients we will need?", asked Harry and looked around if somebody was watching them.
He saw nobody and flicked his wand. The bags in Draco's arms began to shrink and in the end he could put them into his pocket.
Draco sighed in satisfaction and nodded. "I know them. I got my letter two days ago, after you had left."
"Well, lead the way then."
"Oh 'Arry I'm sorry, but I 'ave to go to Gringott's.", said Fleur when she appeared in front of them and scared the hell out of them. "The goblins vant to talk to moi in private."
"That's okay," smiled Harry. "I hope I see you again before the term starts." He gave her a quick hug. "Take care Beautiful. And don't hesitate to contact me when something happens."
Fleur nodded and Draco too hugged her quickly and gave her the bags from his pocket. Seconds later she wasn't seen anymore.
Harry and Draco slowly walked to the apothecary and talked about Quidditch in the process.
They stopped in front of the destined shop and went to enter when the door suddenly opened and a familiar person came out.
"Oh… shit!", Draco voiced Harry's thoughts.
"Well. Good afternoon Draco.", said Severus Snape and the sneer he usually wore lightened a bit. Harry also realized that his hair wasn't as greasy as ever, but looked rather smooth and shiny at the moment. "Who is your friend?"
Harry stiffened and Draco started to stutter. "Well… you see this is… this is äh…damn…"
Snape looked at Draco strangely before he scanned Harry from head to toe. Suddenly his eyes widened comically as he looked into Harry's eyes. "Mr. Potter? Could it be? What are you of all people doing here in Diagon Alley together with Mr. Malfoy?"
Harry sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and ruffled his hair in the process. "Uh… shopping for my birthday, Sir?"
"Alone?", asked Snape with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, Sir.", answered Harry truthfully. "My relatives aren't at home until next week. They are staying at my uncle's sister Marge."
"I see…", murmured Snape. "That good for nothing thief Fletcher really is an idiot… so he left his post at your house I assume?"
Harry shrugged and Snape glared slightly as he took in his new appearance.
"It's rather… surprising to see you two together here without firing curses at each other. You two rather seem to be good friends," sneered Snape to Harry.
Harry shook his head and bowed slightly. "Sorry, Sir. I know that I shouldn't be out on my own. Especially when he is on the move again. But with all due respect, Professor, times change and so do people. Draco and I simply agreed to stop our childish feud and became friends instead."
Snape stared at him slightly open mouthed but quickly composed himself. "I see… but when did this happen?"
Harry shot a quick glance at Draco who looked around and answered for Harry: "After the finals of the Tournament. You know… I never wanted to be a Death Eater like my father, so I approached Harry. We were together the most of the holidays."
Now Snape was totally baffled and took a look at the busy street. He leaned to them and said quietly. "Follow me!"
Harry sighed and he and Draco followed the Professor. He led them into a small Alley and stopped in front of a small house. He flicked his wand at the door and then led them inside into a seemingly comfortable but small house.
"Sit down," ordered Snape and locked the door with various curses and jinxes. "This is a house of mine so nobody will overhear us."
With another swish of his wand three tea cups appeared on the small desk near the fireplace.
Harry and Draco looked at each other and each sat down on one of the soft armchairs.
"So Draco… what did you mean with you were together the most time of the holidays? I was informed that Mr. Potter hadn't left his relatives' house since the start of the holidays and you were in France with Narcissa."
"I was in France.", said Draco and sipped from his teacup after Snape had filled it. "And normally I still would be. Harry and I just met today at the Leaky Cauldron."
"May I inquire how this is possible?", Snape wanted to know.
"Professor I want to be honest.", said Harry who realized that he too could trust the Professor when Draco did, even if he was a greasy haired git. "I never went to my relatives' house after the train arrived at King's Cross. I just went there yesterday for the first time after more than a year."
"I assume you were with Draco then Mr. Potter?", Snape asked slowly.
"Yes, Sir.", answered Harry truthfully. "I was at the Manor with him and Mrs. Malfoy."
"Narcissa knows?", asked Snape surprised and looked at Draco.
He nodded. "Of course she knows! I think you already guessed that she isn't really pleased with father's and the Nutter's actions. She was more then willing to help Harry and me."
"This is really quite surprising.", said Snape slowly. "By the looks of you two, you didn't just sit around lazily and do nothing."
He especially looked at Harry then and he knew why. He wasn't the scrawny little boy anymore, but looked well trained and healthy. The biggest difference was probably that his glasses were missing and he wore fitting clothes.
"No. We trained together with a third person and mother instructed us in everything she was able to."
"Who might this third person be?", asked Snape next.
Harry sighed. "Fleur Delacour, Sir."
The Professor raised his eyebrows. "The Tri-Wizard's Champion of Beauxbatons? The girl who is quarter Veela?"
"Exactly.", answered Harry nodding and also drank a little bit tea. "She heard us when Draco and I were talking after the disaster at the finals and asked us to join. She is one of the few people who believes that Voldemort really has returned."
"Interesting…", whispered Snape. "What I would like to know Draco is… forgive me Mr. Potter, but how were you able to train and look no longer like an underfed puppy in merely four weeks?"
Draco and Harry looked at each other. Both had the same thoughts. They had already told Snape most of their story so it wouldn't make a difference if they also told him the rest.
"Mother's pocket watch came in handy.", retorted Draco chuckling.
Snape looked at him curiously but then his eyes widened and he gasped. "You… you used Narcissa's time turner?"
The two teenagers just nodded.
"How many times did you use it?", asked Snape immediately.
"All together we trained nearly for one year.", said Harry casually.
Snape stared at him. "Are you serious?"
Harry shook his head, smirking. "No, that's my godfather, Sir. I'm Harry."
Draco snorted and Snape rolled his eyes.
"You know Uncle Sev.", said Draco and Snape glared at him. "Harry has a very Slytherin side. It's scary sometimes."
"Has he now?", asked Snape in a sarcastic manner.
Harry smirked and Snape blinked when he saw it. "You can believe your godson Professor or you can find out yourself."
Snape sneered. "Very well. I think I will wait until the resorting in September then."
Draco choked on his tea. "W-what? A resorting?"
"Some staff members voiced their concerns with members of their respective houses. So this year every student will be resorted."
"That's just great!", groaned Harry and sunk into his chair. "I don't think I will be able to convince the hat to put me into Gryffindor again…"
"Pardon?", asked Snape perplexed.
"Harry told me that the sorting hat wanted to put him into Slytherin in his first year but he didn't want to," Draco answered for him.
Snape was quiet now and looked Harry straight in the eyes before he sighed and rubbed his forehead, before he looked at Harrys and raised his eyebrows.
"Where is your scar Mr. Potter?"
Harry touched his forehead and grinned when the scar appeared again. "Time turner, remember? Firstly, I discovered that I'm part Metamorphmagus. And technically, I'm an adult in the wizarding world now. Officially I still have to wait until I'm registered as sixteen next year, but with the year extra training, the trace on my wand has disappeared today. I already tried it. It's good that the underage magic does not go until you are seventeen any longer."
Snape nodded and stood up. Harry and Draco did the same.
"Very well. This was a very enlightening conversation."
Harry looked at him when he unlocked the door. "You won't tell Dumbledore and the Order, do you?"
Snape stopped in his tracks and whirled around to face him. "What did you just say?"
"I wanted to know if you will tell Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix."
"How do you know about the Order?", asked Snape in a low whisper.
"I had an rather… interesting meeting with some drunken guy called Mundungus Fletcher. He shadowed me with an invisibility cloak, but he really sucks at stealth. I discovered him and he told me about Dumbledore's orders and the 'Chicken-Club' is what Sirius called the Order in his letter."
"That mangy mutt doesn't know when to shut up!", sneered Snape with disgust.
"Well Uncle Sev, I hope you have a nice afternoon. We've got to be going.", said Draco nervously.
"Yes Draco, I shall no longer take up your time. Have a nice day." He nodded briskly to Harry, who nodded back in the same manner. "Mr. Potter."
"Have a good day Professor."
Snape opened the door and the two teenagers left the small house. When they reached Diagon Alley again Harry had to chuckle when he saw Draco's face.
"By Merlin's beard, this was so clear from the beginning!", Draco hissed angrily. "I said that he wouldn't find out the first week if we are lucky but now he knows before the term even starts!"
"I don't really know if he works for Dumbledore or Voldemort…", sighed Harry. "My jab with the Order was just to know if Dumbledore really trusts him. Do you think he will get you in trouble with your father?"
Draco stared at him and then chuckled softly. "No, definitely not. He seems to be a bad guy but he is on the side of the Light through and through, that much I can tell you."
Harry nodded. There were just too many things that he didn't understand about his potions Professor. He hadn't done anything to him and Snape kept picking on him.
"I think we should call it a day.", said Harry after a while when they had realized that they had passed the apothecary for the third time and still hadn't bought their ingredients. "This Fletcher guy said that at night someone else is watching the house and it's nearly six. I don't want to take any chances."
"You're right.", answered Draco and they turned around and went back to the Leaky Caldron. "How will you get home anyways?"
"I think I have to risk it to go by floo powder. Maybe Mrs. Figg isn't at home. In case of an emergency I can still oblivate her."
"Yeah.", mused Draco as he took some floo powder. "I see you then in Diagon Alley before school or when the term starts. Take care."
Harry nodded and patted him on the back. "You too."
He nodded and threw the powder into the fire. He stepped in the flames and whispered softly. "France Manor!"
When the fire died down and Draco had disappeared Harry realized that he was hungry and stopped. Why shouldn't he eat here? It would be better than something out of the fridge.
He turned around and looked for an empty seat. He saw one near the entrance and sat down. Immediately Tom came shuffling in his direction and grinned.
"Mr. Potter. What can I do for you?"
"I would like to know what you've got today for dinner."
Tom nodded. "Today we've got roast potatoes with lamb and our homemade mint sauce."
Harry licked his lips. "Delicious! And please bring me a glass of elderflower wine, too."
"Right away!"
Harry put his hand in his pocket and took out one of the shrunken bags. Not just Fleur had done shopping today. He took out his new book The Dark Arts, Defence and Offence. It wasn't really a book that he normally should be reading, but he wanted to know as much as possible about the Dark Arts. Voldemort was after him for Merlin's sake, so he had a very good reason for reading such books.
Now the pub was relatively silent, because the shops in Diagon Alley closed now and all the families went home. He quickly looked around and then went to his book.
After five minutes of reading he was so engrossed in the first chapter that he didn't realize that Tom had brought his food until he nearly squashed the potatoes with his elbow.
He marked his current side, laid the book next to his glass of wine and started to eat. And just like always it was delicious. He took his time and looked around and to the door from time to time. He had learned to be always aware of his surroundings.
When he looked at the entrance that led into the muggle world he nearly choked on his last bite when a huge black dog entered the pub followed by a tall man with short greyish brown hair and amber coloured eyes who wore a shabby looking cloak. Harry quietly cursed his luck. Of all the times Remus Lupin and his godfather had to be here now!
He watched out of the corner of his eyes as the black dog sniffed around in the pub just like Lupin looked around with narrowed eyes. He cursed again and stood up.
He quickly took his book and his wine, went to the bar and whispered to Tom: "I want to go into the back room if that's okay."
"Very well Mr. Potter.", said Tom quietly.
Harry threw a last look at his late father's best friends and saw that the dog looked directly in his direction and so did Lupin. He cursed again and went through the door behind the bar.
"Damn!", he said and kicked the armchair before he heavily sat down. "What's wrong today for Merlin's sake? Everywhere I go people I know are running around!"
He didn't sat long in the chair when he heard that the door creaked open. He sat with his back turned to it and put his head into his hands.
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