The Boy Who Obsessed ⚡A Harry Potter Fanfiction⚡

Sixth Year

"Harry, I..." Jason began. He looked into his green eyes. "I haven't..."

"Then how come I feel this way?" Harry replied. He noticed a tear in Jason's eyes. Jason looked away. "How come there's a hole in my heart that I have never filled until I met you?"

Jason didn't know what to say. Harry pulled Jason towards him, closer...

That's when Jason woke up.

He yawned and sat up on his bed. Today is the day.

An eagle was perched on the branch outside a quaint little house's window. The house was made of brick, a classic two story British village house, with barely any room for a yard. Inside lived a Mexican family, who moved in about five years ago now, with their wizard son, Jason. The eagle watched as Jason sat on his bed, he seemed to have something scribbled on his face. As he came to the dream he had faded from his memory. He looked on his window sill and saw the Wizard newspaper he subscribed to just arrived. He just opened it when suddenly Jason's mother bolted into his room.

"Jesus? Are you done packing yet?" she asked in Spanish. "You know we have to get you to the platform and on the train before it leaves," she emphasized "or else you'll just have to miss this year of Hogwarts," she then said casually, walking into his room without knocking and sitting on his bed. She never used his nickname, Jason.

Jason started reading the Daily Prophet. As usual there were plenty of articles about Harry Potter. He was just reading an article explaining the events that happened at the Ministry of Magic with Lord Voldemort. He knew Harry was telling the truth about him all along!

"Ma, don't even joke!" He replied in Spanish as well. His mother has been living in English speaking countries all of his life, but she still feels more comfortable speaking in Spanish. "I love Hogwarts and you know that, it's the best school ever. Besides we still have three hours and King's Cross is only an hour and a half away," Jason reminded his mom. She looked at him with a sad smile. Jason's Dad said his mother cried for at least a week when he went off to Hogwarts each year and at least three days more when he went back the day after Christmas Break. He believes it.

"You know I only have two more years left, ma. After that I promise I will move in with you and dad until I'm 35!" he said with a chuckle. His mom looked a little more relaxed after that. Then she looked at the newspaper Jason was reading.

"What does that say? Is that Harry Potter again?" she pointed at the picture. She looked a little closer and immediately recognized him from the other newspaper clippings that adorned Jason's wall. "Why are you always doing something that has to do with this character Harry Potter?" his mother asked, sounding just the slightest bit annoyed.

"Really, ma? I thought I explained this to you like 20 million times already, didn't I?" Jason exaggerated. "Harry Potter is a real person! He survived the killing curse that Lord Voldemort tried to cast on him, something no wizard has ever done. Plus he was only a baby!" explained Jason, getting a little over excited.

"Is that all?" said his mom, unimpressed. "I survived plenty of shootings back in Mexico and in Los Angeles you know. At least seven of them, eight if you count the one when I was still in your abuela's womb," Jason cringed at the thought of his pregnant grandma ducking under tables and couches trying to avoid gun shots.

"That's cool and all but, I'd honestly rather not have that image in my head thanks," he told her. Jason's mom laughed at his reaction and then got up and started to walk out.

"Te quiero mucho, now start packing! I know you don't want to miss that train, even though I wouldn't mind if you did," she sighed, standing by his door.