Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 2

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Harry

I simply ignored the pictures looking at me as I once again strolled past them through the halls.

It took much less time finding my way back to class than expected.

I let my hand glide down my pocket, fishing out a crumpled piece of paper. Headmaster Dumbledore had given it to me on my way out of the office. My schedule for the first half-year, he'd said. I glanced at it again. Apparently, I was supposed to be at art class right now.

When I entered the small room, the class was filled with students from all houses, all seated before an easel, their eyes focused on the professor.

Nobody showed any sign of recognition of my presence as I walked further down the class, placing my things gently on the ground, careful not to make any noise. I kept glancing in the direction of the teacher to see if he'd noticed me, but not once did he look up from his chaotic stack of paper.

He looked like a middle-aged man with a pale face, premature lines running through his skin. At the roots of his light brown hair, grey strands had started to appear.

As if he suddenly acknowledged my presence, he finally looked up from his papers.

"Welcome back from summer, kids. As you can see, it's not vacation any longer and we gotta get started as soon as possible. For those of you who don't know me, I am Professor Remus Lupin, and I will be your art professor this semester."

I knew that was simply being said just for my benefit. He must've noticed me after all. I flashed him an apologizing smile as he met my gaze. We shared a smile.

"For the first half-year, we will be working on the subject Defense against the dark arts. I know you might think it seems like an intense subject to start the year with, but it is in fact very important for your deeper understanding of the art form."

No reply sounded from the eyes watching him. I felt a few gazes starting to land on me. Heat rose in my cheeks as I looked away.

I let my mind slip away to the blonde-haired boy from the field. I'd never seen someone get so upset about something so ridiculous. He didn't make sense. I wanted him to make sense, but he wasn't that type of person was he? I didn't know. And it bothered me.

"Do you have any idea who I am?"

That's what he'd said. And I'd just walked away.

He'd seemed the same age as me even though he was taller and his face had more sharp features. He wanted to frighten me, I knew that. And It worked for a moment. But only for a moment.

I had no idea how the hell I had managed to zone out while Professor Lupin went on because suddenly the class was over.

The bell rang, and a sigh of relief slipped out of me. I made my way out through the door before everyone else, that way I was escaping any questions from the curious eyes I knew had been following me.

It's the same at every school; everyone thought you were more interesting, just because you were new. But I was not.

***

New house, new city, and new school.

It had been the same for the last 17 years.

I'd been living with my uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia, for as long as I can remember. My actual parents were not in the picture. Only once had I talked to my uncle and aunt about what happened to them.