I've returned from the past

Chapter 19

The diary was quite big. Brown leather with black bindings. The pages yellowed and frequently held. The ink was plain, normal, standard. The pen tip was just the normal things you could buy from the store for cheap money. 

Fleamont was never one to be frivolous with his money. In fact. He didn't usually do anything with his funds. 

But... something so personal, so precious- to be not decorated in the slightest like he used to do- 

Well... at least Fleamont was aware he was drifting. Through life. Unable to really settle as he ought to. 

Hadrian stares at it in transfiguration class. Draco and Theodore has been glancing at it repeatedly and Hadrian stroked the spine, feeling the ribbing of where the string bound the pages. Filius was going over the Accio charm but Hadrian had long since mastered that. 

"Mr Potter are you listening?" Filius asks. He glances up at his professor who scanned him from his spectacles on top of his many books and covered in sparkling midnight blue garments. His signature colours. Though his silence made it clear he was wanting an answer. 

"Yes sir, the accio spell is a summoning charm that causes an object at distance to come to the caster. It's also the oldest spell in existence and can be adapted to summon things directly to the caster, without the object having to traverse the space between themselves and the place the object was originally." 

The class blinked owlishly at Hadrian and Filius smiles. 

"Good, I'm glad you have read ahead. Five points to Slytherin. Now then, the incantation is Ak-see-oh-" 

Hadrian drowns him out. What is he supposed to do now? 

Fleamont had quite literally, fell apart. If that wasn't clear in the writing that got shorter and shorter or the crazed madness in his handwriting- the quick calligraphic loops in an attempt to maintain dignity- 

Hadrian wanted nothing more than to hug his friend but there's never been so much space between them. 

He wishes he could remember the memories of this body. He wishes he could remember this time with Fleamont. He wishes he'd gotten on that train after all and gone home every summer not to the Dursley's, but to Fleamont. 

But he couldn't have known. Fleamont kept it from everyone. He was Hadrian's self proclaimed Secret Keeper. 

"Why do you keep looking at it like it's your dead owl?" Hayes asks from behind him suddenly. He twists over his shoulder as the class attempts the spell. Hayes was watching him with narrowed eyes and Hadrian ignores him, tucking the book closer to his body and summoning a feather from the other side of the classroom. 

An accio charm could not generally summon living things because to do so required the ability to summon all the person was. Their heart, their veins, their bones- you could not just think of them as a whole and summon them because you'd likely suck the soul right out of their body- 

Which was why Hadrian was going to attempt to accio Fleamont later.

Of course it might not work, it might kill him in the process if it does end up finding his soul and he doesn't have the capacity to summon him- 

Alternatively, there might be nothing to summon or he may accidentally summon Fleamont's burnt corpse all the same. 

There was very little ways of knowing. 

But he's spent hours crying at the desk and his dreams were plagued with imaged of Fleamont struggling and fighting and getting injured- and then killed.