The Other Potter: Book 7

Long time no update.

I woke up, and was like ‘Ugh,’ so I went back to sleep.

(The temptation to leave that as a whole chapter is quite strong.)

I then properly woke up to, “Harry? Harry? Harry!”

I opened my eyes and realised I was still sitting in the corner with my arms wrapped around my legs. I meowed because yawning is stupid and stood up.

No one was in the room.

“Thanks for waking me guys.” I said to no one, and I sat down on the lounge as my head felt like it was going to explode. Fucking headaches turn me into a bitch.

“Ron! I’ve found him.”

Ron’s annoyed voice echoed distantly from several floors below.

“Good! Tell him from me he’s a git!”

A few minutes later I heard.

“Ron! RON! Get up here, quick!”

I noted the fact that no one called for me.

About an age passed, and I heard them all running down the stairs, for a moment I was glad that they’d finally thought of me, but they continued to thunder down past the level I was on.

I sighed in the air, knowing full well I could go and join them if I wanted too, but I didn’t want to. I wanted nothing more to sit here and brood in my broodiness, with a headache of rage.

I don’t actually know what the fuck I’m talking about.

Meow.

About an hour passed before anyone came up to look for me, and even then I don’t think they were looking for me, I was pretty sure they stumbled across my existence by accident. It happens a lot.

“Willow!” Hermione said a little shocked.

Oh wow, they actually did forget that I’m a person.

“We’ve found out all this stuff.” Ron said, and then the golden trio of slutty dicks started to inform me about how R.A.B. (who was this fake Horcrux locket guy) was Sirius’ brother and how Mundungus had a Horcrux.

I sat there and stared at them all blankly.

“Will,” Harry said after I showed no emotion towards anything they’d told me. “Are you okay?”

“Fucking dandy.” I said with a smile, and then hormones were like ‘hey, let’s be awful’ and I burst into tears.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione said, her brow furrowing.

“I don’t know!” I shouted unintentionally, as tears streamed profusely down my face. “WHAT THE FUCK EYES! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“You know you can tell us anything.” Hermione said, and it struck me as weird that she’d said that. Isn’t it principle that you tell your best friends everything about everything? Isn’t that just the universal law of friendship? It made me wonder if she considered us as close as I considered us to be.

I tuned out and tried to figure out why I was bawling my eyes out, and apparently something happened, because I tuned back in and Harry was hugging me, and Ron and Hermione were nowhere in sight.

“-And I know you’ve been sad before, like really sad, in our first year. But I thought stuff had happened since then, I thought things were better.”

“So many things have happened. Good things; and not so good things. Things have changed. Things will keep changing; there is so much more to come, and I just don’t know if I want to see everything leave Harry.” I said dramatically.