Harry James potter smuts

Heaven help a fool who falls inlove

ON ANOTHER rainy day in London, Harry James Potter found himself at The Tube.

Muggle London had become his new escape. Here, no one knew who Harry Potter was. There was no one to approach him, congratulating him on his war achievements and offering their condolences. Even now, years after the war, he still had a difficult time swallowing them.

He was just a kid.

A kid who never got the chance to feel like one.

And so, Harry did what he secretly had always wanted to do the second the opportunity presented itself to him – he ran.

And it felt great.

For once, the boy who lived had no worries, responsibilities, objectives, or fears. He stayed on the train for hours, aimlessly listening to music through his headphones and observing his surroundings. To his right, a couple feet away sat a young mother with two cherubic toddlers, tiny feet clad in brightly colored rain boots that they playfully stomped around in. On his other side, an elderly couple quietly read today's paper, their glove covered hands interlinked. Two sides of the life spectrum. Right smack dab in the center was him; a young adult with the world at his hands and yet, he hadn't had the slightest clue on what to do with it. A part of him hoped the train would take him where he was meant to be, but he settled for getting off with the elderly couple as it came to a stop.

His feet carried him through the lively streets, wet sneakers plopping on the hard cement, providing the rhythmic pitter patter of rain drops falling with a steady bassline. The beat carried him to a secluded café tucked away from the crowds. From where he stood, the jade eyed boy could feel the warmth radiating from the building, the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans wafting towards his nostrils. Harry shook the rain off of him before stepping in, a sigh of relief escaping his parted lips. He allowed his gaze to wander, taking in his surroundings. The place was cozy, just what he needed after all he had been through. Harry quickly thought of bringing Ron and Hermione here before dismissing the sentiment. They were a couple now. The last thing they wanted was him third wheeling. Disappointedly, Harry felt a twang of sadness.

However, it quickly disappeared upon hearing a familiar laugh.

Like a moth to flame, his head jerked in the direction of where the sound came from.

And there you were, looking every ounce of beautiful. Standing out like the sun on this gloomy London day.

But something was off. Your usually musical sounding laugh was tainted. You were uncomfortable. Harry quickly identified the problem, an overzealous man leering over you, insisting that he buy you a cup of coffee before the both of you "got out of there" and went back to his place. He had never seen you look so helpless.

His next actions surprised him. To this day, Harry swore that the spirit of James Potter took over his body. Without hesitating, the chosen one strutted over to where you sat and switched on a type of charm he was never aware he possessed.

"Hi darling, sorry I kept you waiting long. The rain kept me."

You had to pinch yourself, unconvinced that Harry Potter was actually standing in front of you after all these years. Saving you from a predatory man in true Harry Potter fashion. You smiled at him thankfully, sighing with repose. For a moment, the both of you got lost in each other. You missed him. From the safety and warmth you felt around him, the quiet shared laughs, the butterflies that flew wildly in your stomach every time you were near him. His stare was nothing short of soft and adoring before he shifted it to the man in front of him. Just like that, his lush greens hardened.

"Can I help you with something?" He remarked, tone clipped.

The man said nothing, opting to glare at the spectacled brunet in front of him. Harry didn't back down, taking one step forwards him until they were toe to toe. His jaw was hard-set, posture unwavering.

"What are you still doing here?" Harry asked lowly. "Walk away."

The man glanced at you one last time before scoffing and hastily exiting the café. The two of you were now alone left to your devices. Harry's bravado fell, his porcelain cheeks turning pink as he nervously adjusted with his glasses.

"Hi," He breathed.

"Hi," you giggled. "You should have done that years ago."