Harry tied off my braid, and we switched places, and I ran my fingers through his wavy locks, getting out the biggest tangles as I pulled it back for him to keep it out of his face. The weight loss, combined with the scruff of his beard and the shoulder length hair, made him look older. I half thought no one would recognize him if he strolled down Diagon Alley.
"I'm not saying we shouldn't disguise ourselves, but you'd be pretty hard for anyone to recognize–even from five months ago."
He glanced behind at me. "Your hair is still recognizable."
I smacked the back of his head, and he laughed, turning around to face me. His hands reached up to free little curls and arranged them around my face. "I like your hair. It's like a reflection of your personality."
"Frizzy?"
"Determined." He curled a strand around his finger. "Untamable. Dangerous."
I laughed at that. "Me dangerous?"
The humor slid off his face as he stared at me and he leaned up, his face close to mine. "You're the knife that I turn inside myself."
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40 Days
FanfictionRon left November 15, 1997, and was gone for 40 days. Each day that passes, the locket wears down Harry, peeling back his layers, revealing aspects of his personality that Hermione had never before seen. Harry Potter the boy from the cupboard under...
