Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter forty-three

"Why do they teach about Dark Arts so much at Durmstrang?"

"Because they're all bat-shit crazy over there. I'm sure you'd fit right in, Mr Finnigan,"

The bell, indicating the end of their last class rang.

"Any other questions before you all go enjoy your evening?" Alex asked, dodging the ball of paper Seamus send his way with a grin. 

"Next class will be about the United States's Dark Arts history, right?" Parvati asked, raising her hand. 

"That's right," Alex nodded, shouting over the noise of the students packing their bags. "They have quite the extensive history, so we'll spend an entire lesson on them,"

"I think they're mad over there, to be honest," Pansy said as she walked out of the classroom with Parvati.

"They have odd Obscurus laws, I heard," Neville mentioned as well.

Slowly, the class exited the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, leaving just Alex and Haven, who he asked to stay at the end of the class. She kept seated at her desk, her arms folded on the wooden surface and staring off into the distance.

Will you stay?

That question Harry had asked her that morning haunted her mind ever since. Haven still didn't know, even if she promised him she'd always be there for him. Things were more complicated than that. 

Haven still hadn't given Professor McGonagall an answer about the internship and the Headmistress of Hogwarts hadn't spoken to her about it. The only interaction about the situation were the approved glances Professor McGonagall sent her way whenever Haven correctly answered one of the Healing related questions, or when Professor McGonagall handed her one of the tests back. 

The truth was, that Haven still had no idea what she was going to do. 

There wasn't much of a future for her here. The only thing holding her back was wanting to be there for Harry. But she could hardly sit around in Brittain and wait for Harry to need a shoulder to cry on. 

Haven wanted to leave things behind. She wanted to forget about her mother so the pain would finally dull. Haven wanted to be able to enjoy day-to-day life again in a city where no one knew her name.

But Haven also wanted Harry. She wanted him close to her and wanted him to be OK and ready to move on. 

The option of taking Harry with her to France had crossed her mind multiple times during the Defence Against the Dark Arts class but she knew Harry would never leave Teddy behind. Haven had heard endless stories about everything that Harry was going to do for Lupin's son to ensure he'd have the best life he could ask for. Every decision Harry made in his future was for Teddy.

Haven didn't even dare to think about asking Harry to leave that all behind.

Harry needed the people around him. He needed Ron and Hermione, he needed the Weasleys, he needed to be in the places where he could still feel the impact that his parents made on other people's lives. He spent all his life without his parents, ever since he first visited their graves, he would never be able to leave the place. 

Haven had no one. She barely knew the people from the Order of the Phoenix, she barely talked to the other students from her house so she couldn't consider them her friends. Haven only had Harry and Theo. 

The only question that haunted Haven's mind was if they needed her too.

"Haven?" Alex' voice woke her from her thoughts. 

When she looked up she found Alex sitting on the desk in front of hers, his feet resting on the chair. He was just a year older than them but he just radiated this authorial energy that made the eighth year students respect him as their teacher but liked him as their friend. Everyone enjoyed going to his classes. His dark brown eyes were nothing but welcoming and the lack of uniform he usually walked around in made everyone feel at ease. The students talked easily about the war and their lives because it felt like talking to a friend rather than a teacher.