Lessons Learned (A Harry Potter Changes The Future Fanfic) Part 1 of 3

Chapter 4

Harry awoke before the two others that next morning, stifling a groan at the jolt of pain just moving his head caused him.

He remembered his tearful plea’s and shouts from the night before and felt a flush creep along his pale cheeks.

Merlin, I acted like a baby! He groaned internally.

He decided to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary and hope the other said nothing about it.

Silently making his way from the room, he took a quick shower and quickly gave up on his hair with just a glance. His hair needed to look as it always did. He always felt a bit out of his body looking at his reflection. Of course he could see what he looked like for real but he could also see the outline, almost ghostly appearance of the sight that greeted everyone else.

Maybe once this whole mess was over, he could change his name and appearance for good, shed Harry Potter like a second skin and just be normal for once.

That thought brought a sad smile to his face.

His life was anything but normal and he truly had no hope it would be after this whole war was over and done with.

Though.. he couldn’t quite quell the small spark of what if? That was simmering in the pit of his stomach.

With a sigh, he made his way to the room to wake up the other two.

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“Hey, class starts in an hour.” Severus heard, whipping his wand quickly as a snake strike. One hand wrapped in the material of the cloak worn by the person who spoke and wand digging into their Adam’s Apple.

Harry gulped and Severus quickly released his hold, flopping back onto the bed, wand arm thrown over his eyes.

“My apologies, Harry. Never sneak up on a spy, it could very well be the last thing you ever do.” Cautioned Severus, voice muffled slightly.

Harry chuckled nervously, still a bit shocked at how quickly he had moved. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that for a moment there, he seriously feared for his life. He couldn’t believe Severus’ class was scared of him. If they had just seen what he had, they would have all wet their pants and fainted. Severus could be downright scary it seemed.

“Yes, sir.” He conceded politely.

Severus just grumbled.

“Wake Draco up.” He ordered, before swiftly making his way to the sitting room, presumably for a big glass of coffee.

“Hey, blondie, wake up.” Teased Harry.

Draco just continued to snooze on.

A light bulb seemed to come on in Harry’s head.

With an almost evil smirk, Harry grabbed his wand and whispered a quick spell.

Draco woke with a sputter and shouted “What the?” as ice cold water descended onto him and his bed.

“Wake up, lazy. Severus told me to get you up; you refused to wake, so I had to improvise.” Harry explained with an innocent look.

“Why you,” he began before grabbing his pillow and launching it like a rocket right into Harry’s innocent face.

He quickly erupted in loud bouts of laughter; the gob smacked shocked look on Harry’s face just hit him so hard he could barely breathe.

“Oh, Merlin, your face, it was priceless!” chuckled Draco as Harry got his bearings.

“It is on.” Said Harry, dunking at the head of his bed in order to hide and get a shot off at Draco.

Draco pulled the same thing, rolling off onto the other side of his own bed.