Car Radio.

Mirror.

Downtown Soho, England. Harry's P.O.V

Brass winds played in centrifugal motion. I reveled in the flowing symphonies of sound. His foot lightly tapping to join the harmonious  ensemble. The Brass now intertwines with the breeze of the wind.

Which resulted in his thick strands finding solace in the air. His right hand grasps out to cover my temple, as a tall, vermillion bus emerges from the deep fog. He rushes to let myself in, my locks finally calming down. I looked to the left of me, and the bus is quite empty. As if it mysteriously never picked up anyone.

Except for one person.

I walked to the back of the bus to meet this person. Man, I think to myself. My eyes scatter, looking towards the back. When I reach the distance, I gracefully sit down.

The man looks to me, and I really capture his beauty. He looks a bit young, and a tad bit slimmer to the men I regularly see.

He speaks to me, in a light manner. Though he doesn't sound like a typical man. He notices the man's chest, which looks a bit larger than others. After a brief and awkward conversation, Harry went back to his thoughts.

I turn back to the tinted window, look outwards through his translucent reflection. He didn't even wanna look at himself, he couldn't recall the last time he had picked up a mirror. In his house they were all turned around. He did anything he could to hide the person he was, or he had became because of that monster.

He still couldn't fathom him, as his stomach bubbled from betrayal. He bravely looks down to his stomach, his greatest mistake. A symbol of empty promises to come with such a tenacious miracle.  

The noises of endless chatter, lights, and whispers started to grow. Harry knew he had to leave quickly. He went to pull out his bag, and grabbed his portkey. 

Harry's Flat, ???

Anxiety filled Harry's mind, as he knew he had to swiftly pack his things and leave. He did not have any idea if Tom tracked his house to detect if Harry entered. After he successfully landed, he rushed inside to grab his belongings.

Planks of wood scattered, as it was hit by a strong gravitational  force. Harry used his wand to dismantle the front door, as he lost his house key. It didn't matter anymore, as he could not live here anymore. Tom finally found him so it was no use to even think about staying for any more than a minute. 

The Wizard rushed to his bedroom to take all of his necessities. He grabbed a bottomless trunk, and started to stuff things in. His brain was on autopilot, as he had too many thoughts he couldn't try to think about what he was putting in there. 

He knew he had to stop Tom once and for all.

Just only a couple of minutes, he had finished packing. He scrambled his way down the stairs, before he stopped all sudden movements. He had heard a noise. 

Harry, now even more anxious, slowly approached the door; wand out. As he grew closer to the door with nothing but anticipation, he was ready to strike. Now a couple feet away, he struck a curse out of his wand for the intruder. 

"OUCH!" Amelia rasped out, struck aback from the curse. Luckily, her reflexes had the best of her, so she dodged the curse by a hair. Harry's eyes grew wide with embarrassment as Amelia was the last person he'd thought would try to intrude. He rushed to embrace her in a hug, with Amelia reciprocating for a couple of seconds.

After a couple of seconds, they both tried to find the right words to say. 

"I am terribly sorry for that Amelia, but I have to go immediately." Amelia raised a brow to his demeanor.