The Other Realm

જ⁀➴ 3: Wizard

Harry cannot explain the mixed emotions of happiness, and the fear that he's experiencing right now.

He was able to escape the annual remembrance somehow.

Hours ago, he was still within the hallowed grounds of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, and then now— he's somewhere else.

"What are you?" Magnus inquired, after all of them settled inside his apartment. Of course, by the Angel, it's Magnus' apartment again— very well, this is a secret, isn't it?

"A wizard." Harry answered, simply; looking as innocent as ever, but at the same time, experienced.

"A what now?" Simon asked, curious, and also confused.

Harry eyed all of them warily. After he was found by a group of people he does not recognize, and a woman by the last name that his late godfather had, he cannot decide what to feel about these people.

Should he trust them?

Should he let his guards down among them?

They are asking who he is, but who are they, then?

Who are these people?

Harry looked at all of them warily, and calculatingly— weighing what he should or should not tell them.

And then as if on cue, two additional people joined their little group.

"Alexander!" The man by the name of Magnus beamed, going directly to the man's direction, then kissing the man's cheeks.

"Izzy!" Called the girl, whose name was Clary, then immediately went to the other girl that is with the man whom Magnus just kissed, then hugged her.

Harry blinked multiple times as he watched the group of people saying their greetings with each other, after the additional two joined the fray.

You will not shed a tear in here, Harry, you will not.

But of course, his tears have always betrayed him, hence prompting him to move his body away from the group, and going far away from them as possible.

He thought no one was keen enough to notice him straying away, but he's definitely wrong.

Because Emery noticed him, and so she followed him.

But then so the group.

"Why is it that your eyes looked so devoid of any emotions except pain?" Emery asked out loud, to everyone's surprise, including herself.

"Forgive me! I did not mean to say those words aloud!" She immediately said, following her first outburst. Harry just smiled at her.

"For seventeen years, I was the boy who lived. And then two years ago, I was the boy who survived the wizarding war." Harry explained briefly; basically summarizing his life.

Emery did not understand what he said, but Magnus did.

And so did Clary, and Jace.

"It's not your fault that you're alive, while the others are not. You survived because you fought, hard." Clary voiced out, looking directly at Harry's eyes.

Harry blinked so fast that everyone became a blur.

He's already exhausted of shedding unlimited tears for crying out loud!

He has been fighting since he was eleven.

He won against professor Quirrell who's been trying to get the philosopher's stone for Voldemort.