Chapter 9
By the time he woke up everyone was already up. Apparently he was the last one asleep. He sat down for breakfast though it was a little late for it. But nobody could blame him considering what he went through and what he did yesterday. That as mentioned before was not easy one bit. But it sure was worth it.
" Good morning Harry, how did you sleep?"
Hermione asked, concern evident in her voice.
"That was the best sleep I ever got Hermione. I slept fantastic."
"Well that's good. Now eat your breakfast and then we'll do the summer homework." She smiled, like her words didn't just ruin his day. No offense to her, but homework? No. Just no.
Though he knew that was her way of distracting him. Both her and Ron knew him well enough to know he didn't like talking about emotions and just his past in general. And considering the fact that he just admitted everything that happened behind closed doors she was giving him an easy way out. For now.
"Oh come on, Hermione" whined Ron."can't we just do it later? Please?"
"Yeah Hermione, can't we do it a little later? Can't we just rest for a bit? Please?"
Hermione took one look at them and , with no mercy, delivered the final punch
"No. We can't do it 'a little later '. Knowing you two, you'll forget about it and then panic on the way to Hogwarts. And start doing it then. But you'll fail, because you didn't do the summer readings and have no idea what the homework is about. So no, we will not do it later. We will do it now. In fact why don't we start with potions homework first? Hmm? I'm sure professor Snape will appreciate you both properly doing his homework for once."
And with that she turned around, walking out the room. She was probably off to find the books necessary for their homework.
Both him and Ron looked at each other in horror of what await them.
"Well...it was nice knowing you mate. We had fun while it lasted. I'm glad I got to know you. I'll see you on the other side then." Said Ron, while he looked at him , resigned to his fate.
"Same mate, I'm glad I got to know you too. Maybe she'll take mercy at us and let us die peacefully. " Harry said, looking like he had accepted his fate already but still had some hope left in him.
Which absolutely vanished the next second.
"Oh stop with the dramatics. You're not going to die. It's just a little homework it won't hurt you. And maybe it will help you pass potions class. And after doing the potions homework we will...."
She continued on talking but they heard none of that. They looked dead inside.
And Harry couldn't even ask Sirius for help since he apparently had something was important to do so he wasn't here. They were absolutely and utterly fucked.
This sucked.
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A black curly hair man was seen standing in front of and ordinary house in a street where there where rows of that same house. It was like copy and paste. Everything was the same. The house, the garden, everything.
At first glance nothing was strange. But if you looked at the man more closely you could make out a dark aura surrounding him. And if you could see his face, his eyes especially you would see a deep, deep rage. Those silver eyes were piercing and dark. Furious.
Suddenly the door opened and he stepped inside the house. The door shut. And then there was nothing. For awhile nothing happened.
Then there were flashes of light. A lot of lights. Different colors. Red was used a lot. Often. But nothing could be heard from the house. Utter silence.
Of course,nobody could see the lights. Except an old lady , living with kneezels. A lot of them. But she was old. She didn't see the lights. She was asleep. And even if she saw them what would she be able to do? Would she even know what was happening? After all she was old. And if she didn't notice the obvious sings of abuse on a boy she used to babysit quite often in the past would she notice what was happening in a neighboring house?
But alas she was asleep and noticed nothing.