The worst time to have a sexuality crisis is probably in the middle of a war. Harry Potter knows this, but he also knows that nothing in his life has ever been up to him, so why start now?
You know the drill (assuming you've read my other book in th...
He is on the train to the Dursley's, Ronald. He does this at the same time each week.
Ron:
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Rnt u meant to be in a clas
Hermione: I finished all of the work and got permission to leave early.
Ron: of course u did
When is harry geting back
?
Hermione: He should be back soon, he usually texts when he's on the train
It says he's active
Ron: hArry we c u
Hermione: We see you, Harry
Ron: come out comeo ut come out
Hermione: You cannot hide from us
Unable to control his smile, Harry quickly typed up a message.
Harry: I'm here
Ron: than kgod
Hermione: Good. I think Ron was about to have a melt down in the space of a few minutes that you weren't conjoined at the hip
Ron: stfu
Harry: Remus doesn't believe me about the nightmares
Ron: o shit
Hermione: How do you know this? Did he say 'I don't believe you' because sometimes we can take things out of context and they become untrue
Harry: that's exactly what he said but about remembering fake things or something
Ron: thats bloody annoying
Harry: ik
Hermione: There have been studies that show that but I suppose we should be wondering how Professor Lupin knows that, unless he studied it himself. He is a very smart man but you are the person who knows your nightmares the best, Harry. So don't let him get you down.
Harry: yeah tru thanks
Ron: u dont need to call him profesor lupin hermoine itsnot like hes stil our teacher
Hermione: It's just about respecting a brilliant teacher.
Harry: lol
Hermione: It's not meant to be funny
Ron: lol
Harry: lol
Hermione:
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Ron: hey thats mine
how dare u use it aganst me
Looking up from his phone with a smile on his face, Harry noticed the train slowing down. He quickly typed "gtg, i'm at the station" before shoving his phone into the pocket of his old jeans and grabbing his suitcase handle. When the sliding doors opened, he got to his feet and did his best to beat the crowd to the platform so that he wouldn't have to be pushing everyone.
One wheel refusing to budge on his suitcase, Harry walked over to the stairs and pulled out his phone as he climbed.
Made it back safe,he texted to his godfathers. Not because he wasn't angry anymore, but because he always texted them that he's safe. He may be mad but he wasn't a monster.
Patting his back pocket just to make sure he had taxi money, Harry plotted out his journey in his head as he walked. Up the stairs, buy a snack, catch a taxi, hide in your room. Up the stairs, buy a snack, look at Malfoy, catch a taxi, hide in your room. Up the- wait, what?
Harry stopped in his tracks.
Across the street a familiar boy in a long black overcoat and extraordinarily pale hair shuffled down the pathway, his brow slightly furrowed, hands in his pockets.
