Silver Claws [Drarry] ✔

Chapter 11: Blankets from the closet

"Harry!"

"Harry!"

"Harry Potter!"

Harry finally turned around to find a little boy standing few stairs below them.

"I told you someone was calling you," Ron said and slapped Harry's shoulder.

"They told me to give you this..." The boy said, still breathing heavily.

"Who told you?" Hermione asked, trying to reach for the note.

Harry was quicker and grabbed the folded piece of parchment. He put it in his pocket and he was just about to walk towards the Great Hall but the boy stopped him.

"Can I... um... Can I get your autograph?" The shy boy asked, blushing.

Harry was stunned. Why would someone want an autograph from him? He knew he was famous but people around him surely must've noticed what a boring and broke person he was...

Then he started to nod.

"Yeah do you...um... have a piece of parchment and a-"

The boy has already taken out his quill and some cut out taken from one of the older Daily Prophets.

"You really want me to write on that?" Harry asked.

"Oh, come on Harry!" Ron whimpered "Just give the kid an autograph so we could go to dinner!"

"You go. I'll catch up with you." Harry said and grabbed boy's hand. He led him through the students until they came to his old common room in Gryffindor tower.

"Oh, Harry Potter!" The Fat Lady's voice rang through the corridor. "It's nice to see you!"

"Yeah, nice to see you too... Can I enter?" Harry quickly said.

"Password?" The lady asked.

"I don't know it. Please just let me in!" Harry pleaded.

"Not without a password." She refused.

"But I'm Harry Potter! Please! For old times?" Harry begged.

She watched him closely.

"Alright! Go on!" She puffed and let them enter.

The boy followed Harry inside and his eyes grew wider.

Harry was looking around too. It looked just as he remembered it. With the fireplace and soft couch and the paintings; everything wrapped up with dark red walls. It looked so cosy and it reminded him of old times. Good, bad, all of it.

"Hey, you're Harry Potter!' some girl exclaimed and pointing a finger in his direction. Harry focused on the girl with straight blonde hair and green eyes.

"Yes. Can you please find Dennis for me? Dennis Creevey?" Harry asked her.

"Sure," the girl murmured and turned to go look for Dennis.

Dennis Creevey soon appeared in front of them. He was a tall and muscular young man. His face was nicely shaped and his once light blonde hair was now almost brown.