Right in Front of Me

the show must go on

❗️TW: death❗️

!!! also there are some direct quotes from harry potter and the goblet of fire. i am in no way trying to plagiarize jk rowling but i wanted to add that bit of canon in there because it wasn't going to be different from what we know.

Another hero, another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line. Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The show must go on, the show must go on, yeah.

"I... guess I understand, sir." Harry said, sipping tea in Dumbledore's office. He had called yet another meeting with Harry and given him very vague questions... Harry was pretty sure he would never understand anything that man ever said.

"Good. In times like this... you need to be able to trust people. Or... at least know that people have your, eh, best interests at heart. Yes?" Instead of questioning what the hell he was talking about and having to sit there for another half an hour, Harry nodded in 'understanding'. Dumbledore smiled and showed Harry out.

Harry always wondered if Dumbledore was trying to convince him that... he would have to give something up. He was always talking about "the greater good" and "everyone's best interests"... it made him think that there was a lot he wasn't telling him.

"Don't think too much about it, H." Ron said when Harry explained it later that morning. "He's nuttier than a fruitcake. I told you that you shouldn't have told him about that weird dream you had."

"I dunno, I always thought he was pretty wise when we were younger... and he told me to tell him if anything strange happened over the holidays... I think that dream counts as strange." Harry said, shoving eggs in his mouth.

"Yeah, we thought he was wise 'cause we didn't know what he was saying so we assumed it was smart." Neville said, laughing. Harry shrugged. He supposed that was true, he still had a weird feeling about it all though, especially the dreams he'd been having lately. His mum and dad told him they were nothing to worry about, he'd been through trauma... so naturally he'd have bad dreams... but it was like... it was hard to explain and he thought maybe Dumbledore would understand. His thoughts were cut off when Blaise came over and sat down next to him.

"Hey." Blaise said, he was sitting particularly close to Harry. Harry smiled and knocked his shoulder with his own.

"Hey." He said brightly. Blaise had this way about him that just... made Harry feel happy. He never had to wonder what was going through his head because he would tell him. It was... refreshing... compared to his feelings with Draco. Ever since he learned Draco was gay he was struggling internally. Of course him being gay doesn't mean that he would have feelings for Harry... but the way he looks at him sometimes... and the things he's said... but that was the thing with Blaise, it was never really a question.

"Wanna study in the library today?" Blaise asked him.

"As much as I would love to study on my day off..." Harry started, smiling a bit. Blaise laughed. "Cedric invited me to Hogsmeade. We're gonna browse for new brooms or Quidditch gear. I dunno just hang out. You don't mind, right?"

"'Course not." Blaise said earnestly. "It's good you met Cedric then, you guys have loads in common." Harry nodded. Blaise squeezed Harry's shoulder and said his goodbyes to the others at the table and went off. Harry was trying to enjoy the rest of his breakfast when he realized all his friends were staring at him.

"Er... what?" Harry asked, confused.

"Since when are you and Blaise a couple?" Draco asked, a tone in his voice that Harry didn't quite recognize.