About Harry

James

The alarm woke me up at five o'clock, like every morning. I went to run in the Hogwarts ground, it was still dark, there was only the caretaker around, (he knows of my habit and leaves open the gate for me), I made two turns of the lake and then my workout.

I watched the sun rising, which is always nice. It reminds me summertime when dad came to wake me up at dawn to go to run. I was always grumbling mutinously but secretly I was very pleased. He has never done it with Albus, it was only me and him.

Returning to the castle my mood always sours up. I climb tiredly the flight of stairs to the common room; everybody is still sleeping soundly. I never managed to coax Francis or Patrick to come with me. They think I'm a nutter.

I go to the bathroom; I take a shower and I observe myself in the mirror. I look great and I feel like shit. As usual. I prepare to go down for breakfast wondering what exciting nothingness is waiting for me today. I yank Francis to wake him up. He has enough strength only to stick up two fingers quite resentfully turning to the other side. I smirk and I go down by myself.

Not many people around. That's good, at least I can get my breakfast quietly, it's tiring to keep on my mask so early in the morning.

While I'm eating Francis and Patrick catch up yawning. I welcome them grinning.

'How can you be so fucking energetic at eight o'clock in the morning, I'd like to know...' Francis frowns slumping on the bench in front of me and rests his head on his hand while putting some cereals in a bowl.

'I'd like to know too...' Patrick follows up bleary eyes trying to catch some sausages with his fork from a serving plate and missing twice.

'Because while you two losers were sleeping like idiots I was working out. You'd feel energetic too if you'd follow my advice and would wake up with me'

'At what time exactly do you think we should wake up?' Patrick asks mockingly; he knows it very well.

'Five' I answer anyway.

Francis, pretending to cough, utter 'Nutter' at which we all snigger.

'I may be a nutter but at least I don't look like an inferi in the morning, I can climb up the astronomy tower without risking a stroke and I get babes easily enough' I say.

'You would get them even waking up at ten. Bloody Potter.' Patrick says yawning stirring lazily a spoon in his milk.

'Did you check the new babe in Slytherin?' Francis murmurs conspiratorial, suddenly very much awake, leaning eagerly toward us 'She is a Yankee, just moved here. She is proper fit'

We all turn our gaze to their table as Francis nods in direction of a group of babes on the far end chatting animatedly.

'Which one?' Patrick asks.

'The blond one'

'They are all blonde for Christ's sake' I retort.

'Big tits, sexy mouth, on the right of the ugly one'

A silence of appreciation follows.

'Dunno...' I say morose returning to my toast 'You know how I feel about dating Slytherin'

'Who says anything about dating?' Francis sniggers.

I glance up again just in time to glimpse the ugly one pointing at me and whispering in the Yankee's ear. They avert their eyes tittering realising I spotted them. She has got a sexy mouth and big tits. Perhaps I'll make an exception.