Harry Styles Do Be A Potter

Chapter 11: While I Walk Alone In The Rain

Harry took off down the unmarked dirt path, the one he took with Hagrid on the way here.

He could see the half-giant's Nike Jordan's footprints in the dirt, so he knew he was going the right way.

Harry was not sure what he was feeling. He was sad that he made a mistake, but Gordon really comforted him. Thankfully, Gordon was super understanding, and allowed Harry go back to Hogwarts to get a clean shirt, Harry wouldn't know what he would do if he had to sit in the pottery lessons without a shirt on! So embarrassing omg.

Harry wondered why the pink lady in court, Umbridge, had made it seem that the wise old man was so awful, it was almost like the two had history. Although, he wasn't sure what kind of history, if you know what I mean.

To make his already sour mood worse, it started to rain, which washed away his pain and sorrow but was so cold he had to clench his buttcheeks in order to stay warm.

The footsteps he was following back would be gone soon if he didn't hurry! And he didn't want to get a stuffy nose.

He started to run, chasing after the diminishing footsteps as the rain filled the holes in the ground and made the ground slick with mud.

He decided to pick up speed, trying to find the exit of the forbidden forest before the rain washed his trail away, but doing so caused him to lose his footing and for him to trip!

He fell, face first into the mud, covering his beautiful face, and beautiful music note shaped scar, and attractive abs with mud. Panic filled his soul as he realized he had ruined his pants too! Clothes had always been a luxury for Harry, all he'd ever had were hand-me-downs from the Dursely's--most of them so worn out that the fabric had become almost see-through thin. And yet, still, Harry often felt that his clothes were one of the only ways he could publicly express himself (in addition to music, of course) and now he had ruined not just his beloved shirt, but his trousers as well.

"Oof!!" He said with a cough as he face-planted.

When he managed to pick himself off of the ground, mud caking his body, there was no longer a trail for him to follow.

"No..." he murmured, pushing himself fully off the ground. "No, no, no, no."

He looked around frantically, trying to remember which way he came from, but there was brown mud in his blue eyes, and the rain poured harder, making it impossible for him to see where he was.

He was lost....

Deciding to not give up, Harry brushed the rain out of his eyes resiliently, but this just caused him to get more mud in his eyes. So he wiped the mud off of his hands and onto his pants, then wiped his eyes and held his sorta clean hands above his head so he could at least see something.

All he saw was trees...and bushes...and more trees...and a centaur??

A stoic looking woman with the body of a horse whistled at him. Harry blushed unintentionally, feeling suddenly very exposed and embarrassed. He was used to being catcalled in public, especially now that he found out he was famous in the wizarding world, but it never lost its sting.

Could he ever be more than his six pack abs? And his music note scar over his heart? And his twinkling smile? And his calming pale green eyes?

He didn't mean to say anything, but before he knew it, words were pouring out of his mouth like the rain was falling from the sky, "excuse me!? Why are you objectifying me, that is inappropriate and disgusting, you whore." Unbridled rage, and disgust and hurt churned in his stomach, he felt like he might be sick.

The centaur looked down and kicked the ground with her hoof in shame, "yeah, I repent, please forgive me, that was indeed inappropriate. I just can't help myself." she looked back up at Harry and gave him an apologetic smile, trying to make amends. "My name's Firenzia Caroline Flack by the way."