About Harry

Hermione

We lay there for quite a long time; I don't know how long. It's difficult to say. Judging by the feeble light outside is still morning. Early but not too early. The weather is forlorn. If there is something I don't miss about England it's the weather. Surely it doesn't help if you are in a dejected state of mind. And today it's as miserable as the mood in the house.

Harry is still limp in my arms; after that unhappy sentence he had not spoken. At one point I thought him sleeping but he is not. He is quite awake.

After a bit, without saying a word, he disentangles from me and sits up. One of his knees raised, he let his elbow rest on it massaging his neck.

While I'm about to call his name, he leaves the bed and he is out of the room, I hear the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom.

Trying to chase disappointment with the conviction that I couldn't expect anything different, I dress myself slowly. No point in staying in bed as I don't think he'll get back from the shower all smiling and wanting to start a new life with me. I am a fool.

It is better to spend my time making myself a coffee.

While I'm sipping it at the kitchen table, I peruse a Daily Prophet Percy sent to me. Despite already a few weeks have passed, it's still full of the accident. It's a wonder how people don't get bored to read the same things over and over again.

It talks about Harry disappearance from the community (not that he has never been really present anyway), there are many appeals for him to join it again (why in the name of God should he do that??? To be harassed some more??? To provide the magical community of fresh gossips?!) and then it goes on blaming lack of funds to the Azkaban prison that made the escape possible, shortage of staff, lack of security. The prison is overcrowded, some wish for death penalties (the same who want to keep house elves enslaved, I'm sure), some wish to see back Dementors (Heaven forbid! People really have such short memory). It goes on talking about 854. It tries to reconstruct his whereabout before going to Australia but it's difficult as most of the time he was using Polyjuice Potion. In fact, the only sure notion is his sighting in Gringotts (buy the way, now the pressure on goblin to change their neutral policy is huge. I quite agree. It's scandalous that a convict can withdraw money at his pleasure, and they won't even notify the Minister) and Nocturnal alley to buy a large batch of potion. How he got hold of Harry's hair is still unclear. To the general public, I mean. I've got a shrewd idea, and I asked the minister to check it out.

Anyway, he died in a mysterious way as soon as he got to Azkaban. Nobody felt the need to investigate, and the case was closed in a matter of hours with the verdict of natural death. Nobody even arched an eyebrow hearing it. The fact that he was barely in his forties and with a perfect constitution didn't seem to constitute an impediment to a natural death.

He has been killed by the guards obviously. Most probably tortured to death. And, if I may say so, not altogether surprisingly. Harry was quite often there and in good terms with most of the staff.

I don't agree with this procedure but in all honesty, despite all my principles and believes, I felt a homicidal rush going through me when I found out that at being rennervate, discovering that Ginny was dead and Harry still alive, laughed.

I'm still against death penalties but I'm not going to cry over his decease.

Perusing the Daily prophet, I feel a bit excluded. When I was still working at the Ministry all what I'm reading would have been of the greatest importance to me. I'd been included in the debate; my opinion would have been looked for and considered. Now I can be only a spectator, I'm an outsider. But that doesn't mean that I'm kept in consideration for the decisions got in the Rumanian government either. I'm an outsider there also, a foreigner. I don't belong anywhere. It has been rather tough for me to leave England. Also because of mum and dad, who are getting older; they have only me and it's hard for them to see me so seldomly.