𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦

Chapter 13 - Return to Classes

Chapter 13

3rd POV

Return to Classes

Harry paced in front of the doors to Hogwarts. His breathing heavy as he shook his limbs, he was forced in sweat making his hair cling to his face.

"Good work this morning, you." Sirius heaved between gasps of air, the man was just as tired as Harry after their workout with the sun only starting its rise into the sky,

"Same time tomorrow then?" Harry asked, taking a deep breath only now getting his breathing under control.

"Sure thing, damn I forgot how big these grounds were. James and I used to do this run to prepare for quidditch." Sirius grinned, still catching his breath whileHarry chuckled.

"I guess there's a reason why there's a few trophies in the castle with his name on theme then." Harry grinned before turning to leave.

"See you for breakfast?" Harry asked but only received a half-hearted wave in response.

Chuckling, Harry went up to his dorm toshower and changed. After he had cleaned himself up, he took the letter he had written Fleur the night before and made his way to the owlery.

"Hedwig." Harry called as he entered the musty room, a moment later Hedwig flew down and landed on his shoulder with a soft hoot.

"Hey, girl, this one is going to Fleur okay? She'll be at Beauxbatons by now. Feel free to stay with her for a few days if you like, she'll spoil you." Harry grinned at the eager hoot, before tying the letter to her leg.

"Have a good flight girl." He grinned as she nibbled his ear before leaping off his shoulder and into the air.

He watched her fly off into the distance for a few minutes before making his way down the great hall.

His first thought upon entering is that he preferred the way the founders originally had it, with a series of small tables rather than one table per house.

Harry sat down at his usual spot on the Gryffindor table,being the first one in the hall he stifled a grin. He'd been up for a few hours already and remembered what he had been like the same time last year. As he reached out to heal his plate,he considered all the changes he had gone through in the last few months.

Physically he was almost nothing like he was a year before, and mentally, well he had a guest that was pushing him to improve and wouldn't let him get away with anything but his best.

But most importantly, at least Harry, was that he had a reason to be doing everything the way he was. It wasn't just Voldemort, who was so bad that people refused to use his name, a decade after he was thought to have died. There were other enemies around somewhere just as bad as Voldemort.

All of this meant that Harry knew he had to step up, as Godric had told him. He had the power to protect people this meant he had to, otherwise the power was just wasted.

His musing was disrupted as Ron and Hermione sat down across from him and with start, he noticed that much of the great hall was now full of students. He couldn't believe he'd zoned out so much.

"Hey guys, good morning." Harrygrinned at his friends as he took a bite out of his now gold piece of toast.

"How long have you been down here Harry? I couldn't find you in the dorm this morning?" Ron asked, pulling up the food on his plate.

"Ron? Do you have to fill your plate so much? It's Not as if we ever run out." Hermione groaned, running her hand across her face. Ron just scowled at her.