𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄

Chapter 5

Harry's POV

It was now nearing the end of September and it couldn't possibly have gone any slower. The NEWT level schoolwork was really beginning to pile on and Harry could never really bring himself to doing it until the last minute (sometimes even during breakfast, before the lesson). He hadn't gone to any of his occlumency sessions either, really not in the mood for them, it earned him detentions but he didn't care, he didn't want that old bat prying into his mind again. Besides, after 2 sessions of not turning up, Snape had given up on punishing him and must have figured it was futile to get between Harry and his Stubbornness. It was, after all, no secret that the two didn't get on at the least. He'd rather teach himself anyway, which he will get around to doing sometime before the year ends... maybe.

Another issue with this month haD been Ginny. The girl would find every excuse to talk to Harry and always tried to sit as close as possible to him on the house tables. She probably didn't mean it, and he could understand why she was a little clingy with Harry after getting hurt by Dean (and Michael Corner prior to that). She had the worst luck in relationships, you'd think it would be a reason to drive her away from boys but that wasn't the case at all. Quite the opposite really as she just clung to them. By now, Harry was almost certain that the love he had for Ginny was a familial/friendship love; the girl was like a sister to him. Harry hadn't seen it at first but the more he kissed her, the clearer it became. Luckily, Ginny hadn't been pushing him to go further because Harry wouldn't be able to cope with that. Perish the thought.

He'd have to do something though, because it was obvious the girl wasn't catching on, she probably thought Harry was acting shy, but the truth was he didn't know how to break it to her. Harry definitely didn't want to hurt her. That was the last thing he wanted to do, he cared for her too much to do that. Nevertheless, something had to be done because waiting for her to ease herself away from Harry and onto another guy definitely wasn't working. How do you break it to a girl like that? He'd have to talk to Hermione about it sometime, she'd understand (and she probably already knew Harry didn't feel the same knowing her) and she'd know the best way to do it delicately too.

Harry sighed, why was everything about his life complicated? Someone up there must really despise him. Fortunately, Voldemort had been quiet so far so at least he didn't have to deal with that as well. Harry hoped he hadn't jinxed it with that thought.

Just as Harry began relaxing on his bed, the gentle tapping of the dorms window caught his attention signalling it was one of the owls. Or some idiot on a broom but that was highly doubtful.

As Harry reached the window, he was glad to see that it wasn't someone on a broom and that it was indeed his very own owl, Hedwig. Once Harry had yanked on the rusty handle of the window a vision of pure whiteness swept into the room, hooting cheerfully at the sight of her owner before resting softly on his shoulder and nipping his ear in affection. The raven-haired boy couldn't help but chuckle at the ticklish feeling it had caused. The snowy owl then decided she didn't want to perch on his shoulder anymore and decided to descending on his bed, he didn't know that owls enjoyed comfort but apparently Hedwig did.

"Hey, girl." He said quietly whilst stroking her fluffy feathers. "You going to give me that letter?" Harry said, trying to coax her into flying somewhere where it was actually possible for him to get the note off her leg. She obliged and settled for the owl perch in the corner of the boys' dorms.

The green-eyed boy dragged himself off the bed to untie the letter from her leg.

Harry gazed fondly at her for a few seconds before bringing his attention to the letter that he held in his hand. Deciding he wanted to be comfortable, the raven-haired boy sat back down on his four-poster bed before tearing the letter open and carefully dragging it from the envelope and began to read it. Harry couldn't help but grin when he saw the name at the bottom of the letter.