Death ➹ Harry Potter

Way with Words

"The group session has been canceled." The fat nurse lady at the reception desk of the nuthouse informed, sneering at them. 

Freya lifted an eyebrow at the sneer, before rolling her eyes and pulling me along with her. "This is great Harry." She said, giving me smile.

"I have to go home." He informed, looking at his shoes. The past month had been better than normal, he didn't have to work every afternoon at the Dursleys because he had group sessions, and in group sessions, he spent most of his time with Freya. Mostly because she was the less insane person in said sessions, including the doctor. Let's just say her full-faced smiles and her always happy deposition made Doctor Amnell weirder to him than some of her patients. Not to mention the glares Freya sent to their doctor every session, it was very amusing. 

"Don't be lame kid, it's not like your relatives know you didn't have group therapy today." The dark-haired woman that had become his friend said, rolling her eyes. "Let's do something fun today."

He was surprised she said relatives and not family, but he let it slide. She probably knew about his home situation but kept quiet not to upset him.  She was still kind of a mystery, but he had already figured her out a bit. She had a way with words, always planning her word before saying them. She reminded him of a lawyer because he had heard my uncle referring to lawyers as 'sharks that attack with poisonous teeth when you least expect.'

"Don't you have friends your own age?" He inquired, rolling his eyes at her. Normally he wouldn't be this sarcastic with anyone else, but he knew she found it amusing. 

"No, not really." She easily replied, before messing up his hair. He huffed and slapped her hand away, this had become a normal occurrence. "Let's get some snacks brat, I know this cool place."

"Fine." He replied, following behind her, with a small smile in place that he was hoping she didn't see.

--

"What is this place?" He inquired, as she opened the door to what looked to be a bookshop of some kind. 

"It's a bookstore coffee shop." The gothic looking girl informed him, making a signal to a girl behind the coffee counter. She then proceeded to grab his wrist pulling him towards one of the more hidden tables in the back. "I come here often, for the snacks and for the free books."

"I see." He replied, looking around. While it didn't look like a very fancy place it also didn't look cheap either. The large number of books gave it a homey appearance, it was nice. 

"Do you want to grab a book?" Freya said, pulling a large book from the bookshelves and setting it on our table.

"What are you going to read?" He asked, curious. She didn't seem like the studious type, more like the rebel type of person that skipped school often.

"The laws of this country." She said opening the book. "It's a very dry read, but very informative."

"Law?" He lifted his eyebrow at that, while she did remind him of a lawyer he never thought she would actually study it. "Do you want to be a lawyer?"

"Gods no." Freya quickly replied, frowning at him. "But the law is the second best way to understand human society, the first being their history. But I've already read most of the history books laying around here so now I'm diving into human laws." 

"What do you mean?" He inquired, somewhat curious as to why she seemed so interested in it.

"Historical events result in different laws, think like this- if Hitler had won the second world war today you and I would probably be second class citizens because our hair isn't blonde.  You feel me?" She said, and he nodded. 

"What I like to do is connect history and laws, not to mention the old laws that are still in effect in some places of the world." She informed him with a smirk. 

"Old laws?" He asked, unsure. 

"Some societies are so stagnant in time that while they create new laws every day they never erase the old ones, which means that it's easy to manipulate their juridic system." She said, her eyes laughing. 

"That's completely stupid." He said, shocked. "What kind of idiots would let that happen?"

"You'll figure it out in a few years." She replied, still silently laughing. He was about to ask what she meant when the girl that was before behind the counter come up to their table with tea and snacks. Before he could even ask how much it cost Freya shoved a cookie in his mouth. 

"So kid, you want to learn about Law with me?" She asked, grabbing a slimmer book from the bookshelves. 

"Sure, sounds fun." He replied, after finishing the cookie.

It was how it all started, with him and her sitting next to each other eating cookies and reading large books. Of course, soon enough our lessons evolved. 

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After that first canceled session, doctor Amnell canceled all the group therapy sessions on Fridays which quickly became sort of a special day of the week for him. Two years quickly passed, and every Friday since then Freya would kidnap him from school to do something with her. He still believed she should get some friends her own age but she just ignored his sassy comments. 

We would read books about everything, from science to politics while munching on biscuits and tea or sometimes we went to concerts and movies. But we didn't just study books, we also did a few practical things. Like that time she decided to learn how to pickpocket from a guy that tried to steal her wallet, or that time she decided to put us through Krav Maga lessons. 

The Dursleys knew that something was up with him, but for some strange reason they didn't mess with him anymore. Sure, they still annoyed him into making them food but now every time they looked at him they would start shaking as if they were cold and then they just left. Seeing as they left him alone he started spending every free time he had during the weekends with Freya too. 

She appeared in Privet Drive on a Saturday without notice and he thought his uncle would kick her out, but the moment she glared at him with her old looking blue eyes his uncle became the coward he knew he was and left us alone. 

He was turning nine years old in a few weeks, and he knew Freya would give him something special this year. She had said 'I'll give you something close to your heart', and he was super excited. 

Because, if anything, his mysterious best friend had a way with words and she always said the absolute truth.