Harry's POV
It's been days... no weeks... no hours...
Actually, I don't know how long it's been, but I do know that I hate it here. The dementors come every what feels like hours, and the food comes even less often. At this point you could see my ribs and cheekbones. And with the dementors coming so often, I was often reliving most of my childhood, some of my favorites were when Lily tossed aside an art piece that he did when he was five years old as if it was nothing and without even giving it a glance, even after he told her that he spent hours perfecting the picture, or when james sent a howler his first year after he was put in Slytherin, or when he looked into the Mirror of Erised. But his all time 'favorite' was when James fully disowned him from the Potter name and family.
While I was zoning out I heard movement in my cell and concluded that it was my cell mate. I still didn't know anything about them, but they hadn't attacked me yet so I didn't mind. I looked over to get a glance at them, only to see them staring right at me.
We kept eye contact for what seemed like hours until I started to get fidgety and my current position started to ache, so I started to slowly change positions. Once I was no longer lying on my side and now had my back against the wall, my cell mate and I continued to make eye contact until someone in the cell opposite of ours spoke.
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Earning love{tomarry/wbwl}
FanfictionEver since Polly Potter was named the girl-who-lived, Harry Potter believed that he had to earn love from his parents, or anyone really. To him, he wasn't good enough to be loved. After three years in Azkaban, two years at Hogwarts, and one year in...
