Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 6

Song= Anchor, Novo Amor

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Harry

I was alone on the street, the cold morning breeze kissing my cheeks. Time seemed slow enough to be going backward as I tapped my foot on the ground, waiting for the school bus to come.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia hadn't bothered asking about my first days at Hogwarts. Not that I had really expected it either.

I glanced back at the house, seeing Aunt Petunia watching me through the window. She quickly disappeared from the window when she noticed me looking, quickly.

She was a very peculiar woman.

All of her belongings had flower prints on them, and her hair was always styled in the same old curls, waved back in the exact same spots. Her face was of a young beautiful woman turned bitter with the years, illustrated by the curve of her sharp brows and her very thin lips.

The sound of the bus rolling down the street made me wince before the yellow doors opened. I hurried inside, finding my usual seat in the back.

I leaned my head against the window and saw Uncle Vernon kiss Aunt Petunia goodbye before he entered his slim grey car and drove off to work.

Unlike Aunt Petunia, Vernon had never been good-looking. He was an elderly overweight man who only found pleasure in his own investments. Uncle Vernon worked at a small drill company called Grunnings.

Unlike his wife, he used every living second of his time at home, reminding me that he was a successful man and that I would never be anything like him. I was sure some of that was right.

The bus stopped and I recognized Ron's flaming hair as he stumbled towards me.

"Hi there, Harry," he said, placing himself next to me. I glanced through the window and saw a woman waving goodbye at Ron. She wore a loose brown dress and a cardigan to cover her arms.

Ron looked too, slowly slithering down his seat. Ron's face slowly turned crimson.

"Bloody hell, I've told her a million times she doesn't have to do that anymore. I'm not 11," Ron mumbled.

I bit my lip. "That's your mom?"

"You really can't tell?" He sighed.

I was about to answer him when something else caught my eye.

A slim girl stood in front of us, her daring eyes placed on Ron. Her face was tiny and pretty, and her eyes shun in that subdued way. My eyes flickered to her hair. She had the exact same burning red hair as the boy sitting beside me.

"Ron, I think Mom switched our lunch again," she said annoyed, not even registering me. Her voice was like the autumn wind: strong, but balanced, with a calm undertone.

Ron looked at her before opening his backpack, his hand disappearing as he reached for his lunch.

"Here you go, Ginny," he sighed, handing her the package. "By the way, this is my new friend Harry. He just started last week." His eyes flickered to me. "Harry, this is my little sister Ginny."

Ginny looked at me, scanning every little detail. I felt how my cheeks turned red, my back tensing.

"You know, out of all the students at Hogwarts, you really had to choose my brother to be your first friend?"

I grinned at her, a snort escaping Ron beside me.

"You know I'm sitting right here, right?"

Ginny grinned.