Hiya folks,
No time for a chat today so let's get on to the story kay?
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Sweet torture
Chapter 3
Harry was reaching his breaking point. Who would have thought acting normal could be this tiring.
He was top of his class, everyone just loved him as head boy and he had so far managed to avoid any confrontations. He had taken to avoiding his friends as much as he could with Hermione being head girl and Ron being his quidditch captain. He spent most of his time the quiet Neville and Luna instead, at least those two understood that he didn't want to talk about his feelings and all that rot. But recently even they were more company than he wanted.
His head was hurting, not in the my-scar-is-burning kind of way he had gotten used to, but in more of a dull aching throb behind the eyes kind of way. He first thought it might be the side effects of Snape's eyesight correcting potion finally making themselves known. After all, why would the man who had hated him from the moment he had first set foot into the halls of Hogwarts pass up the chance to get rid of him, especially when under the pretence of aiding him. He probably snuck some slow acting poison into the potion. But then he remembered that the potions master had taken some of the potion as well to prove it was safe. He didn't have to do that, he could just as easily have forced Harry to take the potion, and that simple act made all the difference.
Deciding that he'd had enough company for the day he told Neville and Luna to hang around and finish working if they wanted, but that he was going out for a walk. It was close to curfew so he knew they would be gone when he came back. It also meant there wouldn't be many students out and about right now.
Short I know but at least you got something right?
That's all for today so R&R and see you next chapter.
Ciao,
Ebony
