Harry always loved Christmas, at least since he was eleven, even when he was at school Christmas was always magical. This year though, this year he was dreading it. Christmas Eve, today, this would have to be his magical day. Today he'd see Draco, he'd see Kyle. This is his first year with his own family and he wouldn't be able to be with them for Christmas, but he can today.
He'll see Ginny today, hopefully the spell he gave them worked. He would love to see the real Ginny again, not this obsessed shell of a girl she's turned into.
The person he's looking forward to seeing the most, aside from Draco and Kyle, is George. George will know what to do, he'll help him figure out something. McGonagall was right when she said the aurors wouldn't let him leave. He noticed them following him, he didn't at first, it wasn't until he went out with Dean, Seamus and Greg that he finally noticed. Seamus was the one to point out the auror. He stood out in the places they went; Dean didn't think he was actually trying to hide. Greg thought he was probably a new recruit; trailing Potter would be good practice without any real danger. That started them bickering, would the aurors even have Harry followed if there wasn't any danger or is the ministry just trying to keep tabs on their Golden Boy. He didn't care what the motivation for this was, all he knew is he hated it. He did his part; he's supposed to have a life now... George will know what to do.
Greg doesn't have to go to the hospital today or tomorrow. Ernie didn't stay at his parent's house. He went home after Neville's, but by the time they got back from a night of tattoo studio hopping, he was waiting for them in the pool. Mrs. Goyle, his beloved, she let them know Ernie was not in a good way. He already phoned Ron to ask if Ernie could come with him tonight. Not like Mrs. Weasley would ever let someone be alone for Christmas, but he didn't want to show up with him.
"Potter." Greg leans in the door, "Get out of your head and get dressed. We're going running."
"What time is it?" He whines.
"A little after 7:00. You're already up, you big baby, I'm not going to let you stare at the wall for another couple hours until you get out of bed. I already woke Ernie, and I had to wake him. You're already up so quit being a little bitch about it."
Harry lets out a long whining noise that makes Greg chuckle as he swings his legs out of bed. He picks at the plastic covering his forearm, at least this time he remembers getting the tattoo.
"Can you heal this?" Harry starts unwrapping his arm as Greg pulls his wand from his pocket.
"Episkey." Greg smiles pointing his wand. He likes Harry's tattoo. He likes it more knowing that Dean designed it and why. It's a great gift for Draco, the prat has everything. He's not sure if his friend will cover up his dark mark but if he decides not to, he can see him getting one of Dean's drawings on his other arm. No matter what, the thought that went into the gift will be enough for Draco.
"Thanks." Harry looks down at the key and snake on the inside of his forearm. He's glad he kept the snake; Dean was right, snakes have meaning for him. For a while, he thought he'd lost his ability to be a parselmouth with the destruction of the horcrux. When that first snake came up to him, he was ecstatic.
"I'll meet you down in five." He closes the door once Greg leaves.
Ernie and Greg are waiting for him in the kitchen, both with glasses of orange juice.
"We need a Ravenclaw." Ernie looks down at his yellow hoodie before motioning to Greg's green one and Harry's red.
"I don't understand why they don't offer Hogwarts hoodies." Cindy pours Harry some juice, "They're trying for house unity, they've been trying for that since I was in school and yet, everything you boys wear is all individual houses. Even back in my time, I could get Hufflepuff... what's the word Greggy?"
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Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)
FanfictionHarry Potter returns to Hogwarts after the war. After a drunken game of Never Have I Ever discloses personal information of some of the 8th year students; they scramble to protect themselves and those affected. This story is a slice of life, giving...