A few Short Stories for fun

The Childhood Bestfriend

Summary:

At age 11 it is time for Harry to leave for Hogwarts and learn about the wizarding world. He lived with all the abuse from the Dursley family and was finally given the chance to get away from it. A few people who knew his circumstances expected his lack of knowledge about them but little did they know about how he was taught daily about the wizarding world and magic by his one and only bestfriend.

Tags: Fluff, No Bashing

Harry Potter's POV

I was four years old when I got to know my bestest friend. He was what the Dursley calls my imaginary friend and has been the only sunshine in my life.

The Dursleys hated it whenever I mentioned him since they never believed he existed nor believed the fact that I spoke with him in my mind. Only I can hear him and based on his stories only he can hear me too.

I call him Ray and he calls me Boo.

He was with me through thick and thin and he taught me everything he knows about magic until we stopped talking.

When I turned 9 years old was the year that I stopped hearing his voice. At first I denied the fact that I didn't hear anything from him for a couple of days. Then days turned into months until it turned into years.

I cried each day hoping to hear him call me Boo again. Even after I learned my name is Harry, I still consider myself as Boo which only he is allowed to call me.

It was the saddest memory I had and I wish I could hear him again one more time.

The second wizarding war was now over and I lost too many people that I love and care about to celebrate Voldemort's loss.

I wish Ray could be here by my side... I want to hear his laughs and his kind voice. I still remember the days when he chased away all the bad feelings and bad memories I had.

I've been alone since I killed Voldemort, and still can't move on from all the loss I gained in exchange. I pushed away all of my friends who deserve to enjoy their peaceful life... away from someone like me who has yet to move on from the war.

And because I had time to think to myself, my days were slowly getting filled with my memories of him. My memories of Ray.

In the Grimmauld Place another dreary morning has begun and I lived my life as if strings were attached to my body like a puppet. Kreacher knew about my gloomy self so he was being considerate of me.

Even Mrs.Walburga Black never shouted Half-blood! or Blood traitor! whenever she sees me.

I was thankful to her for that and I made sure to give my respect whenever I passed by.

"Do master Harry want Kreacher for something?"

Kreacher asked while staring at me.

"Uh... No...

Thank you for all your help Kreacher, but I'll be fine for now"

I said and weakly smiled at him.

"Kreacher understood. Please call Kreacher if you do need him"

He said while bowing before disappearing from my room.

I sat down on my bed after having breakfast and got myself comfortable.

It's been a week since the war ended and I've done nothing but eat, bathe, and sleep. Most of the time I would sleep and wake up tired when it's already night time.

I picked up the book on top of my bedside table which I still haven't finished reading after three days has passed.

After opening the book and seeing the letters my eyelids get heavy until darkness overcomes me and I fall asleep.