Close Or Far From The Law

Chapter 3 : 2. 'Meeting

Dear Harry,

I've been writing to you every day for a month now. Have you gotten used to me being able to watch over you, little lion? I think you're still hoping in the back of your mind that I'm someone else. Because it would be much easier to live with and somewhat a relief for you if you had to hide truths that had nothing to do with me. Sometimes I wish it were true, because it would make your life easier. But we both know that we should not confuse dreams with reality. We know that reality is harsher than any nightmare.

On another note, thanks to the potions, you should be doing much better physically. I still don't understand why the senile old man left you in this state but I'm sure I'll have the answer soon. It could well be that this is just a vast attempt at manipulation against you, something he loves to do. Did you feel honored that he saw you and was there to give you advice? Without a doubt. Playing on the heartstrings has always been one of his failings. That he managed to convince the nurse not to do the medical exams, however, does not surprise me.

He couldn't have let it become public that the Boy Who Lived was beaten by his family.

The question I really ask myself about this is why have you stopped fighting to be heard when you have no qualms about challenging me? Did you end up finding all this so normal? No. You're not like that. You are smarter than that.

I will have a surprise for you tonight, get ready.

L.V.

A suprise ? If Harry had learned anything, it was that he hated surprises. Usually they gave him more trouble than anything else. So he put this letter away with the others, a little trembling inside. Trembling that people were worried about him, about his state of mind because Voldemort was not wrong in himself... He didn't find it normal that his family treated him like that but he had learned to consider it normal so as not to suffer more than necessary. Strange paradox. If it had been another child, he probably would have done everything to get him out of this situation but he hadn't tried to save himself. He had abandoned himself. For what ? Yet he wanted to live, he had always wanted to live to be old, for a long time, surrounded by people who would love him. Harry understood that the contrast could be perplexing. It was painful but maybe he just understood that he just had to wait, wait until one day everything would be better.

Except he had proof that without help, things rarely improved in a good direction.

-Harry? Isn't that okay?

-Hmm? Yes, yes... I'm having a little trouble thinking this evening.

Hermione looked at him perplexedly. Harry realized that he must have been lost in thought for a long time and he looked back at his pending assignment. Potions obviously. What other subject would he begin to daydream about so firmly? Since the beginning of the year, the man was even more undrinkable and everyone knew it was because of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. For his part, Harry had difficulty forming an opinion on this man who kept a professional distance from him. So that they could... They could what, actually? Just because Remus Lupine had been friends with his father didn't mean he owed him anything. Nevertheless, it hurt to think that he didn't even see any point in talking to him about his parents whom they had lost. Harry had always wanted to know more about them, besides the fact that he might look like James Potter. It was so inadequate... Why did everyone around him have to know more about them than he did? Harry clutched his quill, reminding himself that life was unfair.

-Is it because of Professor Snape?

Harry shook his head negatively, he had no desire to broach the subject of these two men.

-No. I was thinking about Buck. The poor…

-Malfoy is an idiot!

And Ron would have punched the blond in the face if he could have gotten away with it without being punished. Unfortunately, that wasn't possible and he could only dream about it. Harry took a look at his best friend's parchment to find it covered with drawings in which the redhead was allegedly harming their Slytherin enemy. Harry had a little amused smile. It was no use. Draco Malfoy had gotten what he wanted when he got hurt during the first Care of Magical Creatures class.