About Harry

George

It's been a few days I haven't hear anything from Harry. I tried to contact him repeatedly by fire without success. The fireplace seems blocked. Mum is trying every day; she is going out of her mind with worry. Bill tried as well, even Percy at one point. Nothing...

My place is starting to turn into a "Concern for Harry" meeting point. Yesterday I had a visit from Luna, less dreamy and more down to earth than usual. She brought a cake with her; I don't know if I'll be bold enough to try it though. She accepted a cup of tea, and we chatted a bit, she stared at me a good deal in that way she has, making me a bit uneasy. One always has the feeling she is looking through you. A bit like with Ted but at least he is more discreet in his reading. She gave me to understand it's essential that somebody (that is me) must go to see how he is coping as soon as it may be. She tried but without success; nobody opened the door.

When she left (staring a good deal at my messy flat too) I was pondering on her words when a new knocking brought me to the door. Neville was there.

He bought me a bizarre looking plant. The leaves change colour continuously. They are aquamarine now. Unfortunately, it is not supplied with an instruction leaflet so I'm not sure what that supposed to mean. Anyway, I offered him tea asking if he shouldn't be at Hogwarts. It turned out he got a day off to pay a visit to Harry but, again, it has been an unsuccessful attempt. He seemed very worried and asked me to try too.

Not long after he left, nonetheless than McGonagall knocked at my door. She brought nothing, scolded me amply for the mess but also congratulated me for my success. Apparently, my products are doing great at Hogwarts, the caretaker hates me with a fierceness hardly describable. That's good news, I reckon. She accepted a tea and spilled the beans about the motive of her coming. It was because of Harry. It's days she is trying to get in touch but in vain, she has been to mum and then, in the hope of gathering some more information, popped by my place. I couldn't tell her anything new. She left chiding me some more but also asking me to try to get in touch with him. She was quite upset which is odd from her.

By then I was starting to feel a slight alarm, and I didn't want to lose another second but as I definitely was going to set off, the biting beast appeared on my threshold too, requiring loudly to be admitted inside. She had a dreadful cold, but she still managed to be extremely bossy and weepy at the same time. She came to me because she didn't know who to turn to. She begged me... no wait, "beg" is not the right word. She ordered me to force my way in Harry's place at all costs. All the while sneezing and weeping like an obsess.

She refused flatly to take a potion for her cold and as I was starting to be irked by her cluelessness, she finally calmed down enough to be intelligible accepting a cup of tea. My 274th of that day.

When she took out her jacket, I almost dribbled it all on my lap risking a serious third-degree burn. She has got a fucking killing body!! What in the hell was Ginny thinking inviting over such a girl??? And how in the hell could Harry have her in the house and stick to fidelity??!! He must have shagged her! He must have!

Anyway, as soon as I managed to divert my attention from her breast, I collected that she basically spent a whole day on his threshold freezing almost to death. She knocked at the door tirelessly every hour without result.

I'm starting to grow deeply uneasy. We are all a bit afraid of how his mind is coping. I haven't got the chance to talk to him, not even once since he woke up (not that I would have known what to say, honestly), I just saw his reaction in apprehending the news and that was enough to make me grasp the seriousness of the situation.

He is avoiding everybody. I cannot blame him. I understand his wish to stay alone. I know how it is. You just want to stay far from everybody, in the conviction that nobody can understand you and if by any chance somebody does, it's even worse because it just makes you confront with what you don't want to acknowledge. You get a damned solitude. You wish for it but when you achieve it, it's unbearable. That is the moment when you have nobody else but yourself to listen to.