The Boy Who Does Not Belong Here (part 1)

Ch.17 Home

It was not nice to leave Hogwarts this Christmas. Simon had always been super happy and excited to go home. He misses his mom a lot and studying in boarding school was not the most family friendly option. Their holidays were always so funny, because their mom had usually planned all nice things to do together with the short amount of time they had together. Last year they had taken part of the local snow sculpturing contest, but eventually they had just played a huge snow fight, because Sara had broken their unicorn's neck ten minutes before the end of the competition. They had laughed so much, that Simon's stomach had been cramping for the following two days.

But this Christmas was different. It was the first Christmas, Simon had a boyfriend. And not just any boyfriend, the boyfriend that was supposedly his soulmate. The boyfriend, whose magic was now part of Simon and Simon's magic was part of his. Now, when they finally knew everything, he realized, that their magics felt like a rubber band. It constantly pulled him close to Wilhelm and if they did not see each other during the school days (like every Wednesday happened to be), he was snappy and irritated, or as Ayub has launched 'on his man-period'. He already waited in terror, how the time apart from each other would go...

They were already sitting in the train, not more than thirty minutes away from King's Cross station. He was miserable and Wille seemed to mirror his feelings.

Ayub and Rosh were currently having an argument about some wizard band and Sara and Felice were completely in their own world, while looking Felice's fashion magazines. But Wille and Simon were leaning on each other, playing with the fingers of their joined hands. They did not even speak. It felt like there was nothing more to say. They had whispered million times of how much they were going to miss each other, and 'I love you' would lose its meaning if they said it more.

There was just this ache in Simon's chest. He was afraid, if their weird magic thing would happen again, when they parted ways. He was afraid for Wille. There was no guarantee, what kind of hell his mother would put him through. Even the idea of Wille hurting or suffering, made his blood boil. He was panicking, that what if Wille's mom would kidnap his boy and transfer him somewhere, where they could not contact each other.

Or what if Simon himself was going to be a snappy bastard to his mom the whole Christmas, just because Wilhelm was not there and his magic acted up...

"Simon and Wille, please cheer up! You look like one of you had died and you were going to the funeral!", Rosh interrupted their silent mourning.

"It definitely feels like that", Simon mumbled back, not lifting himself from Wille's side.

"Not dramatic at all...", the girl continued, while rolling her eyes.

"Sorry guys, it just like... Too much in way too short time. I practically do not wait to meet my mom again and I have a bad hunch, that this Christmas will probably not be the most cheerful one in my home", Wille replied much more politely than Simon had.

They had told their friend about, what Albus Dumbledore had told them, so they now understood that it was not some over dramatic teenage feeling, but that there was a lot more. His chest was heavy, and his limbs felt like they were made of lead. Simon was almost completely sure, that Wille was currently dealing with the same. Simon at least had a nice home and amazing mom waiting him, but Wille was most likely going to deal with his mom's bad attitude.

Their friends fortunately left them alone soon, by not commenting more about their low moods. Simon was just about to get lost in his thoughts again, when Wille whispered in his ear.

"I'm gonna miss you so much, that it already feels like you are away, despite you being there"

"Me too...", he whispered back and just squeezed harder Wille's hand, which was currently wrapped around his chest.