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Chapter 53

im starting to realize just how out of pocket this story seems

Harry walked through those lit halls for an extra ten minutes just because he wasn't used to trying to get around by himself. 

Usually Draco would just drag him around (not actually drag him just hold his wrist and Harry would follow him) and he couldn't get around for the life of him. 

He finally found the elevator after some time and exited the hotel. 

Harry sort of felt a bit smug that he didn't have to put on his hood that time and walked into the rain with a smile, letting the cold droplets of water fall onto his face and drench his clothes. 

Harry just felt so free and happy in the rain, he stood there in front of the hotel for a good minute with his eyes closed, his head tilted up towards the sky.

He let out a contented sigh, the feeling of the rain on his skin and soaking in through his clothes made him feel instantly better. 

He did feel just a tad bit guilty since it technically wasn't his clothes but nothing a quick spell couldn't fix. 

He stood there for a couple minutes before looking around and seeing that the city could have easily looked abandoned if it wasn't for the lights and the cars that were still surprisingly driving around at this hour. 

Harry started walking again, his hair sticking to his neck and sides of his face, the curls that once laid effortlessly in his head now demolished by the rain.

His glasses were fogged up and covered with water droplets, he wiped away the water but it just came back like before. 

He let it be after his second failed attempt and decided to go visit Harold to see if he was still there. 

He doubted it though as most of the snow on the sidewalk was already completely gone and the snow that was on the grass was starting to wash away again. 

He walked through the familiar path and eventually came across a big pile of slurried snow on the ground. 

Harry frowned slightly but he knew Harold couldn't possibly live forever. 

He crouched down next to the pile and patted the snow with his hand making them colder than they already were, standing back up and then looking at the streets again. 

Harry wanted to explore the city despite the fact that he's never even thought about being in New York for more than over a day.

He walked over to the sidewalk again, the snow crunching under his shoes and he almost slipped while stepping onto the concrete but caught himself at the last minute. 

He looked around to see if anyone could have possibly seen that even though he couldn't even see through his glasses because of the water on them and it was literally 1 in the morning and nobody in their right mind would be outside.

Plus it was raining, heavily at that. 

It was basically pouring right now and Harry was outside, in the cold, sopping wet and alone. 

Not a very smart way of trying to survive when a dark wizard could somehow potentially still be alive and trying to kill you. 

Again.

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Draco was still fully awake, annoyingly enough. 

He was now able to realize that it was raining because of the rapid tapping of the rain and he could see a familiar pattern of movement through the blinds of the window.