Renewing What He Lost - ON HOLD

Chapter 21- Unwanted Help

Eh... not much -_- More randomness at the end.

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"She's flinching," Harry commented, throwing a sideways glance at Ron. "And I know that you've noticed it, too."

Ron impatiently rolled his eyes, fed up with Harry and his paranoid personality. "She's not flinching so stop saying that she is."

Without waiting for Ron to say more on the matter, Harry snapped, "Bloody hell she is and you know it. You would have to be as stupid as Goyle to not see how she's flinching at me just when she looks over here."

Ron opened his mouth to say more when Hermione kicked him in the shins and sent he and Harry a ferocious glare.

"That's your girlfriend..." Harry said lightly.

"That's your best friend..." Ron replied quietly.

Ever since the lesson had started, he couldn't help but notice something perculiar. Everytime the Professor looked over at them, she seemed slightly frightened. Fearful or scared, even.

Of what? Him?

Harry supposed that was the case. It had been a very short time since the Voldemort boggart had corresponeded with him and if he were one of the watching students in the crowd, he would have been acting just as weary. Though he might've had enought tact to not display his obvious distaste so loudly; acting like he didn't know that they could hear him or see him.

Harry didn't think that he looked scary. Threatening or intimidating even. But to the student body apparently, he was scary enough to avoid like bloody plague.

The teachers, he thought, were too good for that but apparently he was wrong.

As soon as he stepped into the DADA classroom, the Professor had been avoiding his gaze and always flinched when he sent her a look. After almost an hour of class, Harry was starting to get very annoyed and offendede even.

He wasn't hurt; heck no. He was just offended because he simply thought that the Professors were better than that. Though he should've learnt that since he had to go through that many times before. Students and teachers ridculing him, that is.

Just as Harry was about to blow his top, the sound that issued from within the school came ringing and all the students rushed through and out the doors, eager for a long awaited break.

Harry felt torn between confronting the teacher and seeming even creepier, or dismissing the matter and walking away.

But when he felt slender finger grasp upon his arm, he let out a sigh and follwed Ron and Hermione out the door, feeling eyes burning on him the whole way out.

Since they had break and all, they wandered up to the Room of Requirement. They didn't want anyone to overhear them if they felt like talking about anything that related to their life. If anyone had happened to overhear them, then that would be disastrous.

Sort of like earlier.

The Room of Requirement had shown itself to be the living room of the Burrow, somewhere that the trio all desperately craved to be. They were quietly watching the fire, not saying anything, but then again, not finding the need to.

"You know," Hermione piped up. "In just a few months, we'll be back at in the Burrow , getting ready for out seventh year at Hogwarts..."

Seventh year.