Foresaken (Old, being rewrote)

Halloween (Part 2)

Waking up was always harder than going to sleep, or at least it felt like it. Harry was still in a state of waking up when Tiernan dragged him out of their room for the feast, saying how Harry couldn't miss any of it. Harry was thankful for the enthusiasm as it helped wake him up, but wished he would have been allowed a few minutes of yawning and stretching before having to do something. By stretching and yawning, Harry meant blandly staring at a wall and wondering who he got to this place in his life and internally complain about wanting to take a shower but felt too lazy to do so.

Harry didn't want to voice his woes with the world, so he allowed himself to just silently be strung along the dark halls of Hogwarts with the dim crisp light of the setting sun peering through the clouds. If Harry wanted to not go to the feast, he knew exactly where he'd want to go. That being the astronomy tower where he knew he would get a gorgeous view. Harry just had the urge to go to the tower just to sit on the edge, as he's done many times in the past and just stare unintelligibly at either the ground or the sun. The wind would probably be a cold sting, making his very bones tingle from the harsh touch of it. He would probably smile and mumble something no one else would hear, before laughing.

"Wakefulness, Hadrian!" Tiernan chirped bringing Harry out of his fantasy land, "In about an hour and a half me and you are going to be shitfaced drunk, stop staring at the ground like you've realized how pointless life is!"

"Oh, yeah, that," Harry mumbled, holding in a groan. He liked drinking as much as the next dead inside teen, but he was in a mood to sit quietly and just listen to someone talk. Not to get drunk where he's sobbing at the fact that snakes have no legs.

"Smile more!" exclaimed Tiernan, lifting a smile onto his own face with his fingers an intense grin on his face, "Like, we're gonna have fun~!"

"Let me wake up first," Harry replied, making an effort to make his voice cheerful only for it to still be lack luster. Tiernan frowned and looked down at the ground, Harry felt a pinch of regret for colasping the Lestrange's smile but didn't say anything.

"I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want too," Tiernan quietly said, and Harry pursed his lips, "You don't have to go drinking with me."

"I know," Harry sighed, fidgeting slightly with his hands, "I want to, I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't. I just... I don't know, just this morning kinda threw me off. I knew Grindelwald probably wouldn't leave me alone, but I didn't expect.... That."

"I understand that," Tiernan said, a serious look on his face that reflected in his tone, "But I don't want to push you. Like from when you agreed until now, a certain someone tried to kill you via a bomb and Riddle has decided to 'talk' to you. Under these circumstances, you probably shouldn't drink with me. If it risks you being vulnerable than you shoul-"

"I already said I would," Harry frowned looking down at the ground, "As long as we play it safe, we should be fine. Even drunk I should be able to properly defend myself. That isn't the problem, I can completely factor that out. I know somewhere safe we can hunker down and stay for the night if you want."

"If you say Gryffindor tower I will scream," Tiernan shook his head.

"Gryffindor- just kidding, you of the room on the seventh floor?" Harry questioned, and Tiernan looked confused.

"There isn't a safe room on the seventh floor, we'll be caught for sure if we even try to settle there," Tiernan said, looking perplexed to why Harry would even suggest that floor, "I don't really get what your talking about."

"We don't know who's listening, but I'll explain later," Harry smirked as he gestured around them, "Don't know if any strawberry blonds are following."