its fucking christmas
Chapter 9
It’s Fucking Christmas
Its a few days away from the end of term and Christmas is well and truly here. The castle looks beautiful. Decorations covering the halls and the Great Hall itself looks like a winter wonderland. I was never really big on Christmas, perks for being at the Dursley' but if this is what Christmas is meant to be like, sign me the fuck up.
There is just a buzz in the air. People are finding it hard to concentrate in class and it shows. Even the professors are seeming a bit more lax than usual. Its nice.
Me and Hermione says we have to spend a few days together over the holidays and I couldn’t agree more. I want Sam to meet my annoying know it all friend and him her. She did say she was excited to meet him and Sam, well Sam is just Sam. Its not a computer or a game so he could take it or leave it. He's such a nerd but I love him.
The twins are staying behind with Ron as their parents are going to see their older brother in Romania. So I offered to take them to a Christmas rock concert. They were very interested in my Walkman and music choice. Once I told them that the can watch them live, that was it, they wouldn't let up. So I got Sam to get tickets for the Christmas music concert they have on. Me, Hermione, the guys and the twins. This is going to be mega. We are all meeting at my place then we get the metro over to the concert. I don’t know how the twins are getting over but I’m going to pick up Hermione and apperate back over to mine.
Ive not had any more run ins with our dear old blond friends and Ive enjoyed some peace and quite. Well as much as you can have when friends with the twins. Ive been sporting purple hair for the past three days and I realised I really like it so I’m letting it fade on its own but whatever they did I think it needs to be finited or it just wont go away. I don’t know or care I like it.
Ive talked to Snape a few more times and we have had a few ideas during our brainstorming sessions. We are not closer than before but there could be some promise. I found the details for and old potion called the Fiducia Lucrari drought its a convoluted little potion and its main effects in wizards is a boosted core and the feeling of euphoria that leads to people believing they are super human. It sounds like cocaine to me, but what this potion does that makes it interesting, is. It can store a small amount of magic. I have an idea on an experiment that will allow me to figure out if its going to work.
I pour the potion into a long container and try and see if I can make a lightbulb at the end light using the liquid as a conduit. Only thing I need for that is the potion. Which is currently in a spare classroom just off from the dungeons. Snape is allowing me use of that for my little project. And its in its second stage. We just need to add cocoa leaves when the potion turn a dark shade of green. A bit more stewing and we have our finished result. Its all going well so far so fingers crossed.
Ive still had a rough time sleeping. I’m getting to sleep that isn't the problem the problem is that I get these fucked up dreams over and over. The one wit the bright light and the two strange woman keeps happening. Over and over, night after night. Its like they are trying to say something, to tell me something important but I cant understand what they are saying. I cant hear them properly. When I wake up trying to remember as much as I can the more I cant remember anything. Its really frustrating.
On my way back from my spare classroom and all I’m doing is thinking about a nice hot meal and maybe about calling the classroom ‘my laboratory’ just for shits and giggles, maybe I should change my name to Dexter and see if anyone gets the reference. When a flash of red and it all goes black. Waking up in a spare classroom, which isn't my lab, with a jerk. Looking up I see the faces of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Great! This is just what I need right now. “What the fuck Malfoy? If you just wanted to fuck you could have just asked.” Well that pressed his buttons. His face starts going that special shade of purple I like. I know what people would think that after all I been through I should be a shivering mess right now but that is forgetting one major factor. I don’t need a wand to kick the shit out of these cunt muffins.
I learned a long time ago that I cant be weak. I cant allow people to take advantage of me. That was one of my motivators for using my magic. That's why I started so young and whatever I had done had changed my magic for the better. Compared to others I just have a magnificent well of power just begging to be released. Forever bubbling under the surface. Waiting for me to to call upon it.
So sitting in a chair, with some sort of body binding curse I silently finite it and relax. I will bide my time and hell, this might even be entertaining. “Stupid Potter. Never knows when to be quiet.” Oh that's good, his words are dripping venom. Good. Angry means stupid and I like it when people are stupid.
“First things first Draco Honey, I’m near the top of the class for most things and as for me speaking, well, I have nothing to fear from you. Nothing you can do hasn’t already been done. Not to mention the fact that the only reason your still standing is because I’m curious. What is all this, you really wanna risk getting expelled just for a little bit of gratification?” I give him a saucy little wink and he starts spluttering like mad and its funny the smile must have reached my face because he just got angrier. God I hope so.
“Potter! I AM NOT GAY!”
“Realllllly! Okay, who am I to out someone.”
“POTTER! I’m not here for my sexual gratification. I would use your Mudblood friend for that.” my eyebrows rise. I’m not impressed. Say what you want about me but don’t fuck with my friends. “I’m here because you have gotten to big for your britches.” I cant help myself this genuinely got me it it was just so, Mary fucking Poppins, it was so funny.
“Oh my God that was brilliant. Very evil mastermind of you, you know what I’m glad we had this discussion.” I nearly folded my arms forgetting they are meant to be behind my back. Luckily it wasn't caught by anyone.
“That's it Potter. You asked for it!” He pulls his wand and the words to a curse fails on his lips. He is blasted against the wall behind him, smashing his legs off a desk with a sickening crunch on the way.
Crabbe and Goyle try to attack me at the same time, both coming at me from opposite sides. I bring both arms up to face level. The both stop in their tracks. They look at me and I see each in turn. Smiling I say my final words before they go magically smacking into the walls with as much force as I can muster, not getting up after. “I stopped being weak a long time ago boys.” I walk over to Malfoy, who is currently trying to get to his wand. Its not far from him but just looking at his legs I can see why its a struggle for him. Blood is pooling a bit under him and I and clearly see a bone. Its sharp and it looks like its not just pierced the skin but also the cloth of his trousers. I cant help but cringe a little. That has to hurt. “Did it not turn out the way you had hoped Draco?”
“Damn you Potter. My Father wil…”
“Fuck you Draco! You kidnapped me and tide me to a chair and planned to do fuck knows what. What the fuck do you expect me to do sit there and let it?” He just looks to me evilly. The menace is clearing not going to stop with this. So lets try a different approach. He is starting to cry in earnest and I cant help but feel a little sorry for him. This wasn't a repeat at the Dursleys. Its just a bunch of kids trying to got one up on another kid. In all fairness I have been calling him gay a lot but that just because he keeps saying it to me, its not my fault if he's actually right.
I pick up his wand and I pocket it. “You can have it in a second, just let me sort that shit for you.” I’ve not done broken bones to this extent yet. While Ive had a few from the Quidditch training they have been minor this is anything but. I summon my wand from where ever they had hid it and got to work. “Stay still this will hurt, don’t worry Ive done this before.” He doesn’t have to know they were never this bad. I start pulling at my magic and manipulating it to get the desired results. I had to put a silencing spell on him as I couldn’t stand listen to his winging and complaining about it hurting him over and over.
Less than a minute and I’m finished and he has a fully repaired leg. He's a bit taken aback that its all fine again. And I get a muted ‘thank you’.
“Okay Draco I didn’t know that our little bit of banter was getting to be this bad. If you like we can call a truce. I wont say what happened today and we just back off each other a bit. It was fun having a frenemy but if I’m going to have to watch my back I would rather we didn’t. I know we ain't going to be friends, we are very different and as a street rat myself I find it hard to understand the rich ponces of the world.” I offer him my hand and he surprisingly takes it and with a heave he's up and back on his feet.
“I am not a ponce.” I cant help but have a giggle. “And what's a frenemy?”
“Oh…” must be a muggle thing. “Its a person who you kinda don’t like but you like to tell each other that but if they weren’t there it would be weird. At least that's how I interoperate it. Come on help with with your bodyguards see if they are didn’t hit their head to badly.”
“I wouldn't worry. They don’t have much between their ears so you should be safe. Don’t enervate them. Just leave them, maybe I could get some peace.” I cant help but laugh, he's actually quite funny when he ain't being a twat, to me anyway. I go over to my bag, pull out my Walkman and a j I rolled earlier. I found it best to stock up in the morning. It saves so much time. I spark up, have a few and offer to Draco. Its the end of the day so why not?
He looks at it funny but I tell him what to do and watch him cough. He is trying to say something but to busy coughing to really talk. When he finally stops, I just have a little smirk. He's a bit glazed over and his eyes do look heavy. Yep he high. “Potter, what is this?”
“its one of the main ingredients in a calming draught. Nice huh. Muggles have been doing this shit for thousands of years.”
“I feel funny.”
“Yeah… that's the point.” I look at my Walkman and had an idea. “Here, listen.” I put the headphones over his head and I press play. I have Reo Speedwagon in at the moment. That is the best way to smoke, with good music. He gets really interested in the Walkman too. He starts shouting at me and I have to take the headphones off.
“That's amazing what is it?”
“A music player. Its a muggle thing but Ive managed to get it working with magic. Its nice to have here as its something I use a lot at home. Sam keeps sending me different tapes to listen to, I’m hoping for Christmas he gets me Saints and sinners by white snake. I love white snake. I want to go see them live but I need to get to the US unless they decide to do a UK tour.”
“Who is Sam? Is he you guardian?” I give a small scoff and a little chuckle Do I tell him or not. We have been talking for the past few hours. We have opened up a little, weed will do that and its known through the school that I’m ‘not the marrying type,’ but not many people know about Sam or the fact that we are together. I’m not ashamed of him so I don’t want to hide it but I’m weighing up my options.
“Sam is my, em… boyfriend.” I avoid his eyes. But I don’t get what I expect from him.
“Oh… so it is true then?”
“Well yeah its not like I can hide it. I’m more of a woman than Parkinson.” this gets a good natured laugh out of him.
“Its not too hard Potter. She's more pug than girl.”
We talk for a while more and I summon some coke from my secret stash upstairs. Not that kind of coke either. There is nothing in the wizarding world that is even remotely like it so guess what Sam did for me. Yep that's right. Underneath my four poster bed is three crates, one original, one lemon and my most covered flavour yet, vanilla. Whoever came up with the idea need a noble price.
Crabbe and Goyle did eventually wake up but Draco sent them on their way and stayed for a bit longer. It was close to curfew when we finally decided to call it a night. Here is the thing we are so different but in some ways we have so much in common. He says himself he doesn’t want to try and be the big man all the time but his father expects so much of him. I just told him to do what the fuck he wants. I didn’t go into details but he knew my home-life wasn't the best and I told him that I got out and its been great ever since. I don’t think he would ever go as far as to do what I did but then he didn’t go through what I did and that's a good thing.
After a few days its the end of term and me and Hermione are all packed and ready to go. I told the twins where I live and what time they had to be there if there wanted to go to the concert. They better turn up as I had to pay for the bloody tickets and I don’t want them going to waste. We aren't going to see any major bands. Its just a small concert but they have a load of indie bands with loads of different styles of music, so its worth going to see. Me and Sam went to one the Christmas before Hogwarts. It was awesome we still have the pictures we got printed out. I went goth but then I always do. Sam says its just an excuse to put makeup on. He maybe right but I think its more to do with looking intimidating. I don’t get a chance to normally.
I’m so excited to see Sam. Its been like two weeks since I managed to sneak out on the weekends. But last week I wanted to get him s present so I went to London instead. Hermione was really annoyed when I took her to the school entrance to ‘show her an interesting rock with a strange symbol’. That strange symbol turned out to be the logo for HMV I carved myself earlier just for comedic effect.
She took one look at it and turns to me. “Oh no you don’t Harry Pott…” she didn’t get much of a chance to finish that sentence for I had Apperated us both into the heart of London. We enjoyed our shopping, even though the first hour was taken up by Hermione threatening to go back only for me to keep reminding her she cant apperate. I managed to get Sam a new PC its the top of the range and should do him a few years. I know he just got one a few months back but he seems to be complaining about it a lot so I just thought it might help. If not it is nice to have a choice I guess. I got the twins Walkmans. I have made some extra ‘Maggeries’, my new name for my magical batteries. I think I may need to rename them at some point.
The twins see me and Hermione off on the Hogwarts express. With a few fake tears from the twins and a promise to see them soon. Me and Hermione have been trying to be nice to Ron after everything that had happened with the troll but its really not easy he's very combative and seems to have this issue with my fame. I think he's jealous but I’m not sure. I could be wrong. I know for a fact that he's jealous of my money. The twins told me he was complaining to them about it. I told them I risk my life for the money I have and had to loose my parents to get the rest. They understood but I don’t think that even they could get Ron to see it that way.
All Ron sees is the money he doesn’t see what had to happen in order for me to get it. If he used his brain for just one second he would realise that I would gladly give every penny to know my parents. While never a big thing for me growing up, I never had then so I never missed them but once realising that they didn’t just give me over to Satan himself and that it was them laying their lives down for me, that I’m even here in the first place. That was when I wished to know them. Wish to know what they smelt like, what they sounded like, what it was like to be hugged by them. What it was like to hold them when I’m scared. I have realised I have missed so much. It saddens me, to know I will never find out. But life is what you make it so lets get to living for living not the dead. It is fucking Christmas after all.
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“Wakey, wakey sleepy head.” I groan a little its early in the morning and Sam has his arms wrapped around me from behind. “Come on, wake up.” I moan this time. No I don’t wanna. Last night I was treat to the best Christmas eve I could have asked for. We had a little party with the guys which turned out to just be a double date. Mikey and Tash have turned into the cutest little couple and I had no issue in telling them, again and again. They seemed to hate it but I found it hysterical. So did Sam and it was for us I kept doing it.
It was us all huddled on the couch. I’m draped over Sam and Tash over Mikey. It was here I realised that this is what life is about, spending time with the people you love and love you back. Where even though things move forward you can relay on those people to help keep you on the ground. Its the little things that make the biggest of differences.
We had just spent most of the night drinking snowballs and dancing and singing to Christmas songs. I gave Mikey his present from me and Sam early on the account that I thought it might come in handy. It did. I got him a new camcorder. He was thrilled and got to work using it immediately. So we had the evidence of our little impromptu concert. I had three snowballs at this point so any reservations I may have had are completely gone. Before you thing me a lightweight, there is a ratio of 60-30-10. 60% Advacat, 30 lemonade, 10 Sherri. We forgot lime but who cares.
Tash and Mikey went home shortly after 1 in the morning. Leaving me and Sam still high on the fun that the night has brought, to go to bed and have a little fun. Perfect ending to a fantastic night. The morning after is where we are now and my head is hurting a little. Its not bad but its enough for me to think that whatever time it was it is still way to early. Unfortunately my conviction to go stay asleep is being tested by the fact that not only has Sam been trying to wake me by shaking me a little and whispering in my ear has now turned to kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. Very nice yes but not helpful for continued sleep.
When I feel very firm object start to poke around my upper thighs I know that he ain’t going to let me sleep. Never one to refuse some morning play time but not willing to tell him that. I get out of bed in a huff and say “I need to pee first!” this only receives laughter as a reply. I don’t bother to turn around and scold him, if I did he would see I’m laughing to and it would ruin the strop I was trying and probably failing to carry out. Coming back into the bedroom I see Sam lying butt naked on the bed, leaning against the headboard, with no covers on. A Santa hat and beard donning his face and head.
“Come over here now Mr Potter. It says here on my list you have been very naughty.” a huge smile brakes out on my face and I cant help it its fun to pretend.
“But Santa I cant help it, being bad just feels so… good.”
“Maybe we can work out an arrangement.” all this time he had gotten up and started to walk towards me. Sam the epitome of all things skinny and lanky is playing the role of Santa. I would have laughed had the butterflies living in my tummy not decided to make me a little more receptive. Its fun to pretend.
Lying on the bed a little sweaty with Sam’ head on my belly, I seem to be a comfy enough pillow, we hear a knock at the door. Sam gets up to put some clothes on and go open it. Its more than likely going to be the guys. So I do the same and put on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. The house is warm enough the heating must have come on. So much nicer than the fucking freezing cold castle. I can walk around the flat with bare feet, cant do that at Hogwarts. Not unless you want frost bite.
Walking into the living room I’m greeted but Tash who screams ‘Merry Christmas’ at me. Putting on some music appropriate for the season we sit down to open our presents. The guys have brought over theirs a few days a go cause we wanted to do it all together. We dive into opening them I had to stick the ones I know are going to me magical in the bedroom as I didn’t want questions about all the strange stuff I would be getting. I have toyed with the idea to tell the guys about me but with this whole statue of secrecy and stuff I cant. I know they wouldn't say anything. I will have to talk to Sam about the idea, maybe he could give me a outsiders perspective. Thing is I just got into this world and while normally breaking the law would be the last thing I would think about, I don’t want to get kicked out of that world so soon after joining it.
Mikey filmed it all and it was so much fun. Sam loved his new PC. I did the right thing which is bloody hard when there is so much involved with buying a pc. I got Tash some potions for her hair. Its the products that most witches us. Apparently it was made by my grandfather. I told her it was this bespoke shampoo that ‘works magic’ which is true it really, really does. She didn’t seem overly impressed with it but I assured her that she should see a difference straight away.
It was Hermione that told me about that potion and the creator. She's been using it herself and it really does work. He hair is so much sleeker now not nearly as bushy as it was. We spent the day with them and after eating our Chinese take-out because none of us wanted to or were really in any state to cook, they went home.
Me and Sam were sitting on the sofa when he reminded me that I got some more presents from my friends from school. I go get them and start to open them and I ask Sam to help. I get stuff from the twins, Hermione and I even got one from Nevill. Bless him. What surprised me though was I got one off of Draco too. It had a little note, all it said was ‘from a frienemy.’ this promts Sam to ask. So I tell him all about the Draco situation.
“Wait! They need to use their wands all the time? But you don’t you do it without all the time.”
“Yeah I know.” I put down the book on pure blood heritage and bloodlines and look at Sam. “it seems that I have an easier time with magic than most of the kids there. Even the adults cant do half the stuff I can and I'm only scratching the surface on what I can do.” he nods “I think its something to do with me doing it so young without a wand. I could be wrong though.”
“Wow I have a genuine merlin on our hands.” he laughs
“He was real you know, so was Morgana Le Fay. Would you believe it.” this spurs a little discussion on magical history and some of the things that have actually happened and that dragons are real. He shat himself at that. I couldn’t help but giggle.
He passed me over a present that had only a little note on it. No name or anything. I don’t know who sent me it but I could feel the magic coming off it in waves. This thing, whatever it was was something powerful. I open the paper and I can see it made of cloth, which you could feel through the paper but what you couldn’t feel was the smoothness and softness of the material. Its almost reflective. Pulling it out of the wrapping it drops to reveal a cloak. Its not exactly the most fashionable style but I try it on and have a look.
Immediately Sam is taken aback “Holy Shit Harry, your fucking inviable.” looking down I can see that he's completely right. I can see my body. I’m just a floating head. This is fucking amazing. I read the note after taking off the cloak. It just said it belonged to my dad and should go back to me now. Whatever. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth I guess. I just cant help but think of all the shit that I could do with this cloak. I would never had to pay for anything ever again. It even worked when Sam wore it which just made the possibilities increase. The rest of the day was devoted to getting high and playing with the inviability cloak. I always got him because I made my steps silent. I could hear him coming. This is cheating yes but what he doesn’t know wont hurt him. I fucking love Christmas, thank you baby Jebus.
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A few days later and we are getting ready to go to the concert. Its at the Mayfair. Its a really good venue and I cant wait. I have already been to pick up Hermione and now we are just waiting on the twins. We get a knock at the door and I open it to not just see the twins but also their little brother Ron. I don’t say anything immediately and invite them in. I could see from the look on their face that they had tried to stop this. I introduce everyone and ask Fred to come have a look at something in the spare bedroom. Everyone was getting drinks and chatting happily when we closed the door.
“What the fuck were you thinking bringing him?”
“I know, I know. We tried to get rid of him but he must have heard us planning this way back in Hogwarts. He said if we didn't take him that we would tell our mum and dad.”
“I got not problems getting rid of him if you want?”
“Its okay we can look after him. I think he's a bit lonely he doesn’t have anyone at Hogwarts really.”
“Okay I get that. Just make sure he knows he's dealing with muggles here and needs to keep his talk of magic and stuff to zero.”
“Yeah we told him.”
“Okay. Now that that is sorted lets get pissed and go listen to some awesome new music.”
“HELL YEAH!” we walk back out into the living room and we get drinks shoved into our hands. Tash is doing the whole ‘no ones glass shall ever be empty’ thing again. I don’t mind he's funny when shit faced. The whole group goes for the bus as we make our way over to the venue. Its in good spirits that we arrive and get into the concert.
The whole night was amazing we danced got drunk and had the time of our little lives. Even Ron was being cool. I get the impression that both Fred and Sam don’t like each other and for the life of me I cant understand it. George get on really well with him but Fred seems to be a bit cold to him. Sam hasn't mentioned anything yet and he probably wont unless it gets bad. But I am going to say something to Fred before they go back in the morning.
A take away kebab finsihed off the night nicely. We dropped the guys off at their flat on the way to ours. The twins are having the spare room and Ron's on the sofa. He was still watching TV when me and Sam went to bed so god knows what time he actually got to sleep. Not my issue let his mum deal with that. Hermione is on a blow up matress we have. We have placed that to the side of the living room not far from the sofa. Since we weren’t expecting Ron we kinda had to make do. Great thing is Hermione was about to fall asleep standing up. So she was going to sleep well tonight.
Waking up the next morning saw me and Sam enjoy some more play time before we got up. Now normally we don’t have anyone in the house so I didn’t think anything of it. But when I went into the living room I have Ron looking at me like he's worried and he's giving Sam the worst look imaginable. Telling Ron I’m fine I go to the bathroom. Sam starts making breakfast for everyone and asks Ron if he wants any. I don’t hear the reply as by that time I had already locked the door and started doing my thang. Leaving the bathroom and entering back into the living room I am greeted by both Sam and Ron going at each other like dogs. Hermione is sitting up on the matress and looks befuddled. The lads are in each others faces, Ron not being to much shorter than the significantly older Sam. They are practically barking at each other. I hear the door next to me open and the twins peak their heads out to see what has happened.
The voices are so loud and they are talking over each other so blatantly that I couldn’t understand what either of them were saying and not being willing to put up with this shit from either of them, I shout. “SHUT THE FUCK UP! Both of you. Christ, what the fuck. Sam what the hell?” looking at Sam for an explanation. Its given instead by Ron.
“I didn’t know Harry, I’m so sorry. We can take you from here, we can look after you. Even professor Dumbledore says so.” this is just confusing me more. I have no idea what he's trying to say. Turning to look at Sam I only receive a shrug.
“What happened? I only went for a pee.”
Sam replies. “He called me a perv and said I need to stay away from you. That I’m raping you.”
“What the fuck Ron?” my head turns looking at Ron with a new look of disgust. Who the fuck is this little tit trying to do?
“I heard you in pain so I went to see if you were okay. I open the door and see him raping you. We can take you away Harry. He's not good for you. Dumbledore says you need to go back to your relatives so they can look after you properly.” What the holy fuck stick? I don’t know what I look like at this moment but I see the worried look in Sam’. I didn’t even know I was moving until I felt my fist hit Ron’s face as hard as I can muster. I only hit him once but it was enough to put him on his arse. He is looking up at me holding his cheek.
“what the fuck does Dumbledore got to do with this? You come into my home perv on me and my boyfriend when we are fucking and then you tell me that because of some old fuck who I don’t know, I have to go to the one place I would rather jump in front of a bus than go back to live with? Go fuck yourself Ron. Why the fuck have you two been talking about me anyway?” I can feel the presence of his two brothers behind me. I expect them to be mad at me for hitting their brother but when I looked they weren’t looking at me they were looking down their noses at Ron.
Ron doesn’t seem to have anything else to say and even though I do want to know why Dumbledore feels the need to talk about me to other students I just drop it. I will find out myself when I go back. I am not going to stand for this. I might need to get a solicitor. My new friendship with Draco might come in useful. I’m sure he has to know some good ones.
“Look lads, thank you for coming we had an awesome time but I think its best you take your brother home. Ron you are not welcome in my house again. So not bother me at school. Your brothers are some of the nicest guys I know but you Ron are a piece of shit.” with that I go to my room to get changed. I’m holding back the tears. The pressure building up behind my eyes. I was having such a good morning too. I hear someone enter the bedroom. I don’t look up to see who it is but I assume its Sam.
“I’m sorry Sam. This isn't how I wanted everything to end.”
“Don't be sorry we had a great time. Next time we just make sure to be sneakier.” I turn knowing that that wasn't Sam’s voice. Its Fred, well at least I think its Fred.
“Sorry I didn’t see it was you.”
“Its okay. Though I did wonder why you called me Sam.” I cant help but chuckle at this. Wiping my eyes I get up and plan to suck it up and say goodbye and see them out. He stops me from walking into the living room. “Your great you know that.” I don’t know what to make of this. “Don't let people like Ron bring you down. You look so much better with a smile.” He uses his thumb to wipe a tear from my cheek. I feel really uncomfortable now. Made even worse by the hug he gave me. I just shrug it off. He was just being friendly. Walking into the living room I see George and Sam talking. I think George is trying to apologise by the looks of it. Sam isn't the type to hold grudges that's more my thing. So Sam is just trying to laugh it off. Ron is just sat on the sofa with a bag of frozen pees on his cheek. Serves the prick right.
Hermione hasn't moved from her spot on the blow up matress. I go over and see if she's okay. I say sorry for what happened and with her knowing my upbringing she let the whole thing go. She did say one thing though and now that the situation has calmed, I see her point. Why did Dumbledore have a vested interest in me. Enough that he would talk about it to other students. Its very strange. Something I think may be seeded deeper than just the regular student headmaster relationship. But most importantly and the main reason I want to talk to the old cunt is, I want to know how he knows I’m not with my relatives. Most people I meet tend to just assume that I’m living with them. How does he know I don’t? And what's with the interest on getting me to go back. There are so many questions. I need the answers.