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Break free and leave us in ruins
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The last month of term went by slowly. Their exams had finished, which led to endless afternoons of bliss and relaxation.
Umbridge was gone, allowing the student and staff to do whatever they liked. Professor Dumbledore returned as well which made Hogwarts seem almost the same again.
Almost.
Ever since the Ministry, Harry isolated himself from everyone, rarely speaking and never appearing in the Great Hall to eat.
Addy would've forced him to do so, but she received word from Dobby, the house elf, that Harry goes down to the kitchens for his meals.
He spent his days alone, usually spotted leaning against a tree by the Black Lake. Sometimes he would disappear for hours on end, showing up in the common room late at night.
Addy always waited there for him, wanting to make sure he didn't do anything he would regret. He would sit beside her wordlessly, his gaze fixed to the fireplace that sat before them.
Sirius' death was never brought up. It was painful for anyone to reflect back onto. They all knew it was too soon to discuss, too soon to feel the grief.
One late evening, Addy decided to visit Harry in his dorm. They hadn't spoken properly for days; she thought it would be best to give him the space he wanted.
He had enough of that for now however, clearly needing the existence of someone close.
She approached the door, knocking softly on it. There was no response, just silence on the other side. Addy knew he was here, she felt his presence through the wood.
She was sure he sensed hers as well.
Addy knocked again, just in case he hadn't heard. She knew Harry was there; Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean, his dormmates, stated so.
He might've been blocking out any interaction to the world, wanting to sink into his despair and to never resurface again.
His attempts would fail, he had people around to support him even if he didn't realize.
After a moment of hesitation, her hand went to the knob, turning it slowly as she pushed. Her eyes had to adjust to the sudden darkness that contrasted with the warmly lit common room she was previously in.
The curtains at Harry's bed were drawn, but she knew he wasn't sleeping. His breathing was heavy and too alarming to qualify him for slumber.
Besides, it was only eight o'clock; he rarely liked sleeping early, only late at night.
