“sepultura”
the briks liked open harry looked down to eah end of the hallway, and upon seeing no one, entered the ommon rooms
they were not in the state of disrepair that harry had expeted in fat, they looked quite lived in there was a dining table at one end, a desk overed in pons equipment towards the middle, and a desk at the very end there were books strewn aross most of the ft surfaes, as well as floor to eiling shelves filled with more books, a lot of them muggle by the looks of them
harry walked slowly towards where the boys’ dormitories had been, peeking his head inside there was only one bed in there, big enough to fit about three hagrids omfortably lying on the bed he saw the at with the bifoal markings he had seen around the astle she looked up at him, seeming to see him despite his loak, sighed, and returned her head to her paws someone was living here
that had been the st thing he suspeted he thought, perhaps, mgonagall was hiding some artifat from the war that she didn’t want the students fiddling with, or something that dumbledore had entrusted her with upon his death what he did not expet was apartments
he stood quietly, listening for any sign of life, but determined apart from the at, he was very muh alone he ventured bak into the ommon room, walking slowly along the bookshelf and running his finger along the spines he stopped when he ame to a rather thik, tall book with an unmarked binding he pulled it out and leafed through it briefly
it eared to be lippings from neers and magazines upon further study, he notied most of them seemed to be about him there were a few about herne and ron, their wedding an, a bit about ron beoming a partner at wizard wheezes, a bit about herne beoming an auror there were one or two lippings about neville, some about ginny, but those mostly onerned him it seemed he was the star of this srapbook the only other person who ame lose in terms of being menned was drao malfoy intrigued, harry arried the book over to the desk, sitting in the hair he let his arms peek out from below the invisibility cloak, but remained overed, in ase anyone should return
he opened to the first page to find an artile he had saved himself, the one written the day he had given malfoy his wand bak on the page diretly aross from it, there was a page from a gossip magazine he didn’t subsribe to detailing the same meeting, but the photograph was taken while harry and malfoy were sat at the table the pained look that harry had memorized from the prophet photo did not feature on malfoy’s fae here instead, it showed the blonde boy wathing harry as harry stared fixedly at his own hands so fixedly, in fat, that he had failed to notie the smile pying on malfoy’s lips, and a touh of what harry would all fondness, if he didn’t know better, in his eyes he read the headline
new beginnings: romeo and…romeo?
harry hurriedly skimmed the rest of the artile
it’s not hard to see that drao malfoy, 17 year old former death eater, only has eyes for his former nemesis, harry potter but then again, who doesn’t? potter is set up to be the most sought after man for thedeade, at least but has malfoy luked out? soures lose to both say this meeting may have been more than a simple true the look on a ertain blonde’s fae seems to point that way is a forbidden love between two star rossed teens on the horizon? what of potter’s urrent fme, ginny weasley? more as the story unfolds
there was a bit of writing srawled in the margin of the artile in a snted, lean sript
was hardly making eyes at him hardly
harry wathed the photograph for a little while longer, wathing malfoy’s eyes skim aross his fae and the smile on his lips beame more evident how had he missed that? what about his hands had been more iing? why ouldn’t he have looked up? more importantly, what did it mean? clearly, the magazine was just looking for anything to publish about the two of them but what was malfoy really thinking? surely, that harry’s hair was a disaster or despite being a hero, his lothes were still heap, something terrible like that whih only he would find amusing
thepage was malfoy’s obituary harry ould barely bring himself to look at it, turning the page quikly
thepage was an artile that was not unfamiliar to him, but was one that he ertainly had avoided it was the story ginny had leaked on him to get bak at him for breaking up with her she had sine apologized, and he had aepted it they had only been kids at the time, hardly ready to handle their emons, let alone the press e they reeived but just beause the artile was water under the bridge didn’t mean it didn’t sting to look at mostly beause there was some truth to it
potter carrying a torh for former nemesis?
he wasn’t sure arrying a torh was the right phrase for it but then again, it felt different than any other grief he had experiened he felt as though anything he ould say to the others, they already knew but with drao, he hardly knew what he wanted to say to him it was the only loss he had experiene that was surrounded so entirely with want he wanted to say sorry, he wanted to know malfoy, he wanted malfoy to be hy he wanted so muh for malfoy
he shook his head and turned the page, finding a piee of parhment with the same snted sript swirling aross it
potter
i’ve started writing letters i an never send how stupid is that? i wanted to ask if you felt like the whole rivalry thing was really less about hating eah other and more about not knowing what to do with how muh we if that whole thing i’ve read about you and the weaslette is true?
potter,
you’re really sulking about over
potter,
it’s really patheti that
