"Rise above the storm and you will find the sunshine."
- Mario Fernandez
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"Thank you, Stanley." Harry spoke before getting off the bus.
"It's no problem, mate. See you around?" Stanley responded.
"Maybe," Harry finished before the bus drove away.
Harry sighed before he made his decision to enter The Leaky Cauldron.
"Hello, how may I help?" The owner — Tom — asked.
"Uh, can I have a room for the night, please?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Sir. That will be two galleons." Tom informed him.
Harry paused for a second. He forgot he had no money on him, "oh, uh. Can I write you a check?"
"A check?" Tom questioned, "for two galleons?"
Harry felt embarrassed now, "yes. I do not have any money on me right now. You can charge it to my vault at Gringotts."
Tom sighed, "look. Are you only staying one night?"
Harry nodded, "yeah."
"Just for you, bud, I will let you stay for free." Tom told him.
Harry's eyes widened, "oh, no. I can't do that."
"It's fine, mate. Really." Tom spoke sincerely, handing Harry a room key. He took it.
"Thank you so much. I-I really appreciate it." Harry told him.
"No problem," Tom said with a smile, "what name should I put the room under?"
"Ha- Daniel Radcliffe." Harry almost slipped up.
"Alright. What time are you planning on leaving?" Tom asked.
"Uh, I will be out of my room by seven tomorrow." Harry informed.
"Great. Go up to your room. You look knackered. I will see you in the morning." Tom said lightheartedly.
"Thank you, again." Harry said, turning away.
"Don't mention it," Tom told him.
Harry walked up two flights of stairs before he made it to his room. He shoved the key inside the hole and twisted it, pushing the door open. He closed it behind him and slumped down onto his bed.
He was exhausted. He didn't exactly know why. He must have been in a very deep sleep to have been thought dead and buried alive.
Harry saw it best to sleep the night, then make an appearance tomorrow.
Harry took off his glamour and went into the bathroom. Curious, he looked into the mirror.
He saw the same person he knew for many years standing before him, except, the stupid blue line across his eye startled him.
To be honest, he forgot he still had that. Having a glamour over it for so long, he never paid attention to it.
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The Boy Who Ought To Be Dead - H.P
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