Harry Potter Oneshots!

Stuffies and Secrets

Ship: Ronarry.
Type: Fluff, hurt/comfort.
TW: Abuse
Request: wishes to remain anonymous.
POV: Present Harry

y'all be aware harry acts a bit different than in the books. also pls be nice abt this the person who requested this was really sweet and nice and shy abt requesting this kind of fic... be respectful pls!!!

It's sort of embarrassing, looking in a toy store when I'm fifteen and by myself.

But I do it anyway. 

I remember when I got my first stuffed animal. Neville actually got it for me, he's the only one who knows. It was just an average teddy bear, but I fell in love with it anyway. And now here I am. Fifteen and collecting them.

I don't collect them like a hoarder, though. I collect them because for some weird reason, it makes going back to the Dursley's easier knowing I'm taking them with me.

Merlin, I sound like such a pansy.

They don't go in my room anymore. The Dursley's. They don't want to catch my 'disease' (very original, Aunt Petunia), which is actually good. I don't have to hide them in a box under the bed anymore, I can sleep with a few.

I pick a soft blue bunny from the rack. It's a bit bigger than most of mine, but I don't mind. It's twelve sickles. This is the one I'm going to buy for myself, as a birthday present.

"Mr. Potter!"

Oh Merlin, do not start a conversation with me. Please.

"How are you?"

"Fine. You?"

"Fine as well. Is this all?" I nod. Don't question why I'm buying this. "Twelve sickles."

I give them a galleon. "Keep the change." I take the small paper bag, and make my way out. 

Uncle Vernon's 'birthday present' to me was to drop me off at the Leaky Cauldron all day. Lucky me. At least I'm not locked in the house anymore.

I wonder if Ron got my owl. Maybe I can go to the Burrow for the rest of the summer. Hopefully.

"Harry? Harry!"

I turn around and... Is that Neville?

"Neville?"

"Hiya Harry!"

"Hello, Neville."

He grins. "Here alone?" I nod. "Me, too. Gran dropped me off a few hours ago to get new robes before everyone else could. Last year they almost ran out! Dunno why though... Why're you here?"

"Getting myself some birthday presents. If I had known you'd be here I would've brought yours, I did an owl order last week."

He shrugs. "It's alright. Speaking of presents, I just bought yours." He digs in one of his bags before pulling out two boxes. "Here!"

"Thanks, Nev. Why don't we go get lunch, I'll open them there. If you have time?"

"Gran isn't picking me up until four, so I've got plenty."

He gives me my presents, and we start walking to one of the many restaurants in Diagon Alley. Thankfully it isn't crowded. We sit in one of the booths in the back. Oh, after being stopped by every customer already here. I like the owner, he made them leave us alone.

"What are you getting?" I ask.

"Probably spaghetti with lemonade. You?"

"Fish and chips, maybe with lemonade too. Pumpkin juice is getting a bit boring."