𝗨𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 ━ Golden Trio Era

━chapter 4

Chapter 4
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MRS. WEASLEY, FOR SOME REASON, WAS CONVINCED THAT ALL THE KIDS NEEDED A HAIRCUT. She lined them all up in the dining room, sat them on a chair one by one and gave them a proper trim with a pair of magicked scissors.

"She does this every year," explained Ron to Harry. "Saves money if we do it at home."

This year, Harry and Adhara seemed to have been hauled in.

Adhara shrugged. "Maybe she'll do it better than me."

Fred and George were admiring their new cuts, pretending to look into a mirror while looking at each other. Remus, too, got his fringe sorted out.

Harry wished he could feel as nonchalant about the whole thing as the others did.

Aunt Petunia used to cut his hair. She never liked Harry's hair, it was one more thing that made him different from them which meant it was one more thing she tried her best to get rid of. But nothing she did ever stuck. Straightening never worked, trimming it meant it only grew back within the hour, and shaving it meant it would be back by the next day. Harry's hair withstood any changes Petunia tried to impose.

Growing up, Harry never liked his hair. It was one more thing the Dursleys could criticise him about, and life would have been much easier if it had simply stayed put. Once he grew out of his phase of trying to make his relatives like him, Harry accepted his hair for what it was: different, stubborn, but his own. It wasn't until last year that Harry started to actually like his hair, with the help of Hermione and Adhara.

Hermione, who taught him that black hair was nothing to be ashamed of, who, along with Adhara, showed him the proper products and methods to style his hair.

No one has touched his hair other than them since Petunia, and never with a pair of scissors. Harry wasn't too sure how to feel.

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"Harry."

Adhara wasn't unobservant. Obviously she noticed how queasy her brother looked. Molly Weasley must be though since she hadn't seemed to noticed how Harry sat in the chair, stiff as a fucking rod.

Adhara exchanged eye contact with Remus, who watched the boy with equal worry.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

That garnered everyone's attention, which Adhara didn't intend to do. Harry looked at her, jaw clenched and fingers almost ripping holes in his jeans.

The room went quiet. Mrs. Weasley glanced at Adhara but followed her line of vision and finally looked at Harry properly. She only managed to cut one strand of hair, but the woman must've noticed Harry's discomfort because she vanished to be scissors away.

"Haz?" Remus called.

The boy didn't reply, and Adhara noticed how glassed over his eyes had become.

She crouched in front of him, taking his hands in hers.

"Harry." It was without luck. Harry had detached.

Mrs. Weasley placed her hand on his shoulder, intending to comfort him. Only, Harry got, if possible, more tense.

"Molly," cut in Remus. He pulled the woman's hand away. "I think you should take a step back."

"Oh! Uh...of course..."

This wasn't normal, Adhara understood that well enough. Coming from an abusive background herself, it was difficult sometimes to pinpoint which of her actions were a result of it. Usually, it was easier to figure it out with other people.