Chapter 2
"Are you sure you're eating enough Harry?"
Hermione hadn't stopped nagging Harry since the moment she'd released him from a rib cracking embrace.
Harry groaned, he just wished that she'd stop fussing, it was like having a younger version of Mrs Weasley.
"She's right mate, you are looking a bit peaky, almost as pale as Malfoy." Ron commented through a mouthful of muggle crisps his girlfriend had bought him.
Malfoy. He hadn't thought about his ex arch enemy since his trial. Harry had spoken for both Draco and his mother, explaining how they had both saved his life more than once during the war. It was odd Harry thought, after the war he had felt no blinding hate towards the blond, only pity.
"I'm fine. Now where to next? I still need a cauldron." Harry quickly tried to change the subject, the sooner he could get all the things he needed the sooner he could go home.
It took them almost four hours in total to collect all the things they needed. Harry's feet were aching, and he was both mentally and physically tired. It wasn't that he didn't like spending time with his friends, he just felt as though he couldn't really be himself. If he was honest he didn't actually know who that was.
Once finished he gave his friends a hurried goodbye, anxious to get home. He knew his friends were worried about his behaviour but he couldn't help it, he felt like he needed something his friends couldn't give him.