IN WHICH Jackson Samson had grown up with owls, wands, cloaks and magic. He was a wizard. A brilliant one at that. Ever since he could remember, he had been waiting for the inevitable letter. The letter that would take him away from his home. At fir...
Book: Breakaway, Harry Potter Series Chapter 15: The Best Year Word Count: 1367
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The year had finally come to an end and Jackson couldn't keep his eyes off the castle. At the beginning of the year, he thought his time at Hogwarts would suck and he would be begging to go home but now, there was a sadness in him. He had really grown on only to love Hogwarts but his friends as well and thinking about leaving them put a frown on his face.
"Come on now, hurry up. You'll be late. Train's leaving. Go on. Go on. Come on. Hurry up." Hagrid called as he rushed the students along.
Jackson lifted his hand and waved Hagrid goodbye as he got closer towards the train, Hermione, Ron and Harry by his side. Jackson lifted the cage that held his beautiful kitten, who had turned into more of a bigger cat now, to the the train man. He went to get in but noticed Harry didn't look to be moving. "Are you coming, Harry?"
Harry looked back at him and said, "one minute." Before he was rushing his way over to Hagrid, probably to say his final goodbyes.
"Thought you were leaving without saying good-bye, didja?" Hagrid laughed, before he pulled a red book from his coat pocket and handed it over to the small human. "This is for you."
Harry took it from his hands, eyes roaming over it. On the front was a picture of his parents but it wasn't just an normal picture. It was moving, showing them embracing each other before looking towards the camera with large smiles on their faces and waving. "Thanks, Hagrid." He hugged him.
Hagrid pat his back. "Oh. Go on... on with you." Harry pulled away from him. "Oh, listen, Harry, if that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any grief, you could always, um, threaten him with a nice pair of ears to go with that tail of his."
"But Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts. You know that."
"I do. But your cousin don't, do he? Eh? Off you go." The large man chuckled to himself.
Harry walked back over to his friends and Jackson was slightly hanging out the door, "what's that?" He questioned towards the red book.
Harry held it up, showing the picture on the front. "It's an album. It has pictures of my parents." Jackson nodded his head and smiled softly at him.
"Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?" Hermione said, a hint of her own sadness in her voice.
"I'm not going home." Harry shook his head as he looked between the three of them. "Not really."
"I never wanted to come here." Jackson stayed slowly, causing them to look at him. "In fact I used to think that if I came to Hogwarts it would be the worst mistake of my life and then I meet you guys and suddenly it was the best."
