❝SHE BURNED BRIGHTER THAN YOUR FUTURE ❞
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Liana Holly's life was a mystery, a puzzle and in some aspects, a down right disaster. With the disappearance of her parents when she was barely seven years old to the discovery that her family was not as sh...
TW[ there will be talk of alcohol abuse and cigarettes in this book from now on. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to that!]
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SUMMER had been a strange time for Harry James Potter. A strange time filled with strange and unwelcome feelings and thoughts.
Coping with the death of Sirius Black had not been something he had anticipated to be easy, but attempting to come to terms with it while alone in the confines of Private Drive was harder than he had ever imagined. Often he would find himself sitting at his window, glancing out over the rooftops into the far distance, his ears filled with the noises from downstairs of a happy and fulfilled family, one which he wasn't a part of.
So of course when the Dursleys would travel out for the day Harry would leap at any chance of escape. Today was one of those lucky days. The Durselys had left for the day to visit Aunt Marge and Harry had immediately snuck on his coat, pulling the thick material on to shelter him against the surprising cold at the end of August. Outside he could see the gentle patter of rain against the pavement and couldn't help but smile to himself. The rain always reminded him of Liana.
He hadn't spoken to Liana in a few days now, her opened letter to him sat on his desk, her looping hand writing laced across the front of it. She had written explaining she was sorry she hadn't said goodbye at the end of last term, that she had meant what she told him in the ministry and she knew he would probably want some distance- as she did- to grieve.
It was a letter Harry hadn't expected to be honest. After Liana's antics in the several summers ago where she had vanished off the grid without saying goodbye, she had been too young and foolish to even think of writing to anyone. But this time was different. She hadn't written to let them know where she was or what she was doing, but more that she was thinking of them, and for Harry that was enough.
He sighed, tearing his mind away from the girl with hair the colour of fire and enchanting eyes.
He shoved his wand in his coat pocket before making his way out to enjoy his favourite activity of boarding trains, and seeing where he ended up.
When he arrived at the station cafe Harry couldn't help but catch the eye of the attractive, young waitress hovering hopefully near his table as he sipped the warm drink from his steaming mug.
"Harry Potter- who's he?" Asked the waitress smoothly as she hurried over to sweep away Harry's empty cup of coffee. Harry started slightly as he realised he was reading a wizarding paper in a muggle cafe. Probably not his smartest moment.
"Oh no one- he's a bit of a plonker really" Harry bluffed, a small smile on his face. He liked chatting with this waitress, it was easy and she had no idea who he was or what he had been through. In front of people like her, he could be anyone he wanted to be.
