If we could turn back time

Part 3

Wow! Another chapter already!

Didn't really expect it to be honest, but yeah, I hope you like it!

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When Harry enters the Great Hall the following day, he is swarmed by questions as to why he didn't come to lunch and diner the day before. Everyone actually seems quite worried about the fact, and it warms something in Harry.

''I'm fine, I'm fine, I just don't really like the spotlight, you know? So I just wanted to clear my head. Yes, I did eat. The elves in the kitchen were very helpful.'' Harry tells the Slytherin's with a smile.

''You know how to get to the kitchens?'' Orion asks with awe in his voice. When Harry looks at him, he blushes to his roots. Harry frowns but shrugs, not really knowing what's it all about.

''Yes, just tickle the pear.'' He replies simply with a smile before scooping up something to eat.

''You should get used to the spotlight, Harry. Because there is no other place where you belong.'' Tom whispers in his ear, making Harry choke in his eggs. When he looks over to glare at Tom, he sees the teen smirking and genuinely amused.

For some reason, Harry loses the ability to breathe for a moment. Tom's eyes always are intense, but now it just seems like everything around him just stops. Harry can't place the look at all, but the amused expression doesn't leave Tom's face at all.

Orion then places a hand on his arm, and Harry is pulled back into his surroundings.

''Harry, you're going to try out tomorrow for the Quidditch team, right?''

''Yeah, mate. I want to become a seeker. I was at my last school,''

Orion nodded enthusiastically, ''You need to beat Pucey then. He's a terror, but if anyone can, it's you.''

''Who's he?'' Harry asked curiously. Orion points to a tall blonde boy with a large nose that lets Harry think back of Snape. ''Is he any good?''

Orion grimaced then. ''Good enough, he lost the last couple of games, though.''

''Mmh, I've never lost a game while still conscious,'' Harry says casually while looking the boy over. He had already ordered the 'newest' broom on the market, and it had arrived a couple of days ago. Harry wasn't really intimidated by Pucey, but that was mostly because he was the youngest Seeker in a century.

Harry could hear someone spluttering and looked back to see Richard Parkinson having spat out his drink. He looks around a little ashamed, especially when Tom glares at the boy.

''While still conscious? What the actual- Harry, what do you mean by that?'' Richard asked when he had spelled the mess away.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. ''I lost a game in my third year because there was a huge storm, and I fell off my broom from about 60 feet. My broom got destroyed because it flew into a whomping willow. Thankfully my Headmaster cushioned my fall.''