Harry Styles Do Be A Potter

Chapter 29: Harry You're No Good Alone

Harry walked into class the next morning feeling gutted, he'd never been so humiliated in his life. Who was this Shawn person anyway? And now he was bragging to Lavender Brown about how he was put in advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.

    Which just so happened to be the same period as Harry.

    Shawn was standing on top of the desks like he thought he was all that, talking to all the people who usually swarmed Harry. He was making Kim K. laugh hysterically. He had Phoebe Bridgers nodding along to the conversation. He even had Justin Beiber looking up from his phone to listen to what Shawn had to say.

    The new teacher waltzed into the classroom clumsily, spilling books on the floor that Shawn ever-so-helpfully helped him pick up. He was a very odd looking man. His features almost seemed to be drawn on with red sharpie.

    "Hello pupils," he said, his mouth not moving. "I am Professor Quirell, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I'm so excited to be–"

    Harry had already stopped listening at "hello."

    He took out his phone from his pocket and smiled at the screensaver of him and Taylor where he kissed her while she was a snake. He opened the old One Direction group chat from the good old days.

    The last text was from Harry himself, Zane come back, we miss you, I miss you.

    Hey guys... he typed.

    Let's get the band back together. Meet at lunch. Our old spot.

    He gulped, scared. Hopeful.

    Ni was typing. Great idea! But I thought you said no?

    Wdym? This is my idea that I just thought, just now.

    ...if you say so.

    The other boys chimed in their enthusiasm, all except Zayn. Harry could see him since they were also in the same class.

    He was looking down at his phone, smiling. Harry couldn't help but smile too.

。。。

    The first meeting back. Harry inhaled the crisp familiar air of prior days. He missed being in a band. Though his solo career had been so prosperous, he missed being backed by his pals, even if he was far superior to them.

    "Mm, would you smell that, the crispness of prior days!" Liam lisped as he skipped into the room.

    "Yeah," Ni walked up beside him, holding her nose, "I smell it too." Then she grimaced at him and walked to her favorite spot on the couch.

    Louis glanced at Harry, "or is that just upholstery?"

Harry chuckled heartily, "sorry guys, that's just me. I made this suit out of the Ravenclaw common room."

"How'd you get in there?"

He shrugged, "Cho Chang."

"Mmmm..." Ni commented from the couch.

Zayn plopped next to her, "so are we going to sing?"

"I suppose?" Liam lisped in response.

Harry nodded, "yes, and I have the perfect song idea!!" he raised is head high and took a deep breath in, "oooohh—"

Louis scowled, "woah, woah woah, you always have to make everything about you, Harry. Some of us also have song ideas–maybe you should ask. You know. Some of us."

Saying nothing, Harry sat down and gestured his hand for Louis to go on.

Louis looked off wistfully, and slammed a cup against the table, clapping rhythmically on it, then he let the rapping begin, "women are vicious, women are cruel, women take everything away from you. All I ever did was love you. All I ever did was care. You took my heart–stripped it bare. Now I'm lost, I might be drowned. You're like a wolf, you're like a hound. You left me standing there, in front of all our friends. With your hand in mine, never thought we'd end." Ni rolled her eyes, "I see her roll her eyes, she don't realize, her beauty's a disguise. She lured me in, thinking I had a chance. Now we never even got our first dance. I wanted to have kids with you.  Little red munchkins roaming our floor. Our mini-us's in our laps. But you walked out the door...it was an emotional slap. We could have grown old. Maybe if I were more bold! To see you gray and wrinkled, loving me. That's all I've ever wanted, honestly!" He grabbed a pillow off of the couch, flinging the cup he was clapping on into Liam's face, and screamed into it.