So, I didn't really know how to write a second part, but it was recommended so I'm just doing Harry's POV
Harry's POV
"At least I have a Dad, Harry!" Draco snaps.
I'm taken aback. Getting angry isn't out of character for Dray, but he'd never say something like that. And it hurts. Really bad. I can feel a numbness grow in my chest and tears spring behind my eyes.
He quickly gasps an explanation and apology but I can barely hear what he's saying.
I can't believe what he said. And to hear that from someone you love...
I shake my head and leave the cramped room, tears now flowing down my cheeks.
I can't bare being in there with him for another minute.
The cool night air blasts my face as I step into the car park. I hurry over to a beaten up car then we've rented for the week.
I put my hand to my pocket to grab the keys, and realize there's nothing but £5
The keys are in the room.
"GODDAM IT!" I shout, hitting the roof of the vehicle.
I'm not going back up there.
I storm out of the car park and out onto the street.
I might be able to call Hermione... but my phone is in that bleeding room with Draco.
I sigh and walk further into the town in hopes of finding a fish and chips shop.
The bright traffic light are almost blinding and I don't see the group in Black approach me until they're inches from me.
I step aside to let them pass, but they block my path.
I look into they're faces and realize who they are.
There is a group of Death Eaters who stayed loyal to Voldemort even after his death. They think he'll rise again. And they want me for dead.
"I-I don't want trouble." I defend. What I really mean is that I don't want trouble in such a crowded place.
Especially since my wand is also in the hostel room.
One of the women of the group cackles.
"But we do."
