Futurum Amare, Future love

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Harry POV

Important
"Talking..."
Direct memory

"Tiss-!" My hand stings as it swings roughly across the hard ground.

Slightly warm and dusted. The warmth slowly disappearing as another scrape forms on the palm of my hand. As hard as I can, I slam my hands flat onto the ground. A small grunt escaping my lips. I lift my hands again, the sting of small cuts and slamming my hands onto the floor. Bunching them quickly into fists and raising them again. slamming them onto the ground which know sits cold. Roughly a sharp rock shoots back into the side of my hand. Know bleeding with an indent as the rock falls bloodied to the ground tapping along as it goes.

A hand grasps my shoulder and I swing my neck, a tight towing in it as I do. Brown eyes, shortish hair, black, toned skin, soft cheekbones. Easily I recognize the face from so long ago. Pansy?

"What?" She speaks. "What are you doing? Are you okay?" Softly her voice rings.

Than head and eyes know searching the crowd around the road. All whispering and staring.

"Was that Improprie Loquitar portal?"

"Those are so hard!"

"Is he alright?"

"There's no way that portal was timed."

"That was a timed Improprie portal."

The whispers continued around the road. Stares bringing me back to school days. Parkerson look quite confused, looking from each whispering person to the next. Eyes wide and soft at the same time. She still had a rude and tight angled look in her eyes.

I quietly look around as well. Letting my eyes scan the road. Scan the people. I look for the child. She's not found while the flower is burnt to ashes on the ground to the side of me. They took Draco. He tried to- I was being told- the girl- he know it was the girl, knew she was going to- what the plan was with the flower!!  As if a switch my mind starts working around the panic that rushes me.

         My mind starts analyzing the space around me.  Noting certain things.  I scoop up the half ashes half flower onto a napkin that blows by lightly.  I stand quickly brushing off my knees and blowing the cuts on my palms, not bothering the rock stabbed wound.

         My mind searches and avoids the chaos it's created.  The way my voice screams in my brain.  Telling me to find him.  Telling me to help the missing man.  Reminding me I just lost Draco.  Trying to get me to chance him somehow.  The boy I hated and pinned for in school.  The boy I felt so much similarly with.  The man who threw me in awe-struck.  The boy that pushed me yet pulled me back to reality with zero fail.  My voice, the voice in my head that tells me to do things.  It screams and yells  and wines.  It begs me to go after Draco.

Instead. I push myself away from the way my mind is working. I force it to think. I force myself to think, once I do. I tie the ashes in so they won't spill, I shove them in my pocket. I snatch my bag from the ground, quickly throwing it up over my shoulder and looking at Parkerson, who know flares at me.

"Draco works at Hogwarts know. He is so much different from before, sweeter, softer with his voice, calmer, genteler, and definitely nicer."

I drop my hand from the strap of my bag as Parkerson crosses here arms starring at me. She gently clears her throat than glares deeper.

"What do you know about Draco. He was always calm and gentle, not exactly nice but-"