Lady Celestial Stars wonderful story

Part 156

: Winter's DenChapter Text

Harry passed by several students lounging about in the corridors and made his way to the safety of the rooms he was staying in. With tears pouring down his face, all these years he had had a feeling, deep down that his dad had done...something...to Snape, that his father wasn't all that innocent, but he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to even dwell on it, but if he was going to go talk to Glacier, he was going to have to talk about it or something like it.

He entered the room and there was Glacier, sitting in his chair and reading from a book and sipping a glass of red wine. Glacier looked up and quirked a smile.

"Well, that was a short day, how did it go?" asked Glacier.

Harry raked his hand through his hair, gave a low growl, but sighed heavily. "It went pretty bad."

"Want to talk about it?" asked Glacier as he sat his book down on the small table beside him. "Or about something else, I'm not all that picky today."

Harry sat down in one of the larger chairs and slouched. "I...just found out my dad was far less than perfect today, I knew he was, but it was sort of shoved down my throat." said Harry.

"It always is, when you learn the less than stellar histories of our parents." said Glacier, "Want to talk to me about what you learned that made him less than saintly?"

Harry frowned over to Glacier. "My dad was never a saint, and I never thought him to be that." he sharply.

"Sorry." said Glacier throwing his hands up in a soothing manner. "I should have phrased it differently."

Harry looked off to the side. "He was just like my cousin...only skinnier and smarter..."

"What's your cousin like?" asked Glacier.

This was perhaps the first crack into the boy's home life that he could see and utilize. The lad needed to vent, he needed to let out the frustrations about the Dursleys that he could almost feel seething underneath the young man's calm exterior. The boy knew what they had done was wrong, but he simply accepted it and added it to his own cross to bear in life. He had to let go of some of it soon.

"Well, Dudley..."

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Hours later, Glacier removed himself from the rooms as Harry took a nap. He sat in his own room nearby and smiled to himself. The lad finally vented, granted he had started only short while ago, but the boy was opening up.

As the boy described his family and shouted at odd intervals about a part of his history that came to his mind, he could see the hair, once white, was now becoming black and creeping up a fourth of the way up. The lad was finally healing, and from what he could see, it was happening quite quickly. Glacier himself couldn't be happier, not that he didn't have deep feelings for the lad, but the lad was finally on the road to recovery. Though with the track record that the boy was having, he wouldn't believe the boy was healing till after his entire head had turned back to it's jet black color.

And allowing Black, Lupin, Granger and Weasley hear those little bits and pieces of a particular previous outburst, would only help in the long run...it was a bit unorthodox...but a little brutal honesty is what was needed. He didn't tell the boy that he was heard by those four, figuring that, if those four were foolish enough to tell him that they heard him and accost him for it, then they shouldn't be allowed around him during these fragile times. He would do everything in his power to keep them away until he deemed Harry fit to deal with their crap.

But eavesdroppers aside, he had offered a suggestion to the family of his young patient that he take a change of venue and Night's Rest was as good a place as any.