𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟖 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧, the sudden brightness along with the noise of students shuffling by made him very aware of the fact that he had slept in, if it weren't for the grogginess in his head then he might feel a bit better about it. Sitting up in the hospital bed he tiredly rubbed his eyes, placing his glasses back on his face he looked to his right, expecting to see Ophelia either still asleep or sat up, he was disappointed to find out she wasn't there at all. The bed had been made and her belongings were gone, he sighed inwardly.

Why would I expect her to wait for me? She's got her own life- he thought to himself until his eyes fell on a neat pile of clothes with a note on top of it on his bedside table.

Beside the pile, he noticed Ophelia's lunchbox or more tin box was placed next to it with a bottle of what looked to be orange juice. Reaching over and picking up the piece of parchment he noticed that it was in Ophelia's neat handwriting, as his eyes skimmed over the note he felt a smile spread across his face.

"Morning Harry! Hope you slept alright, make sure you eat what's in the tin, it's going to be a cold day so you'll need something in you to actually function. Dad and I will wait for you by the forbidden forest (the patch bit next to Hagrid's) and definitely wrap up before you leave!

Love Ophelia."

He reaches over to the tin box and opens it, inside finding a ham sandwich, a muffin, an apple and an iced bun, he recognised the muffin and apple to be from the kitchens but the ham sandwich and iced bun looked particularly homemade. Little bits of butter hanging off the sides of the bread as though whoever had made it was actually doing it by hand and not magic, and the icing on the bun had gone onto the case.

Surely she didn't make those for me?

He started snacking on the food, with a good helping of the orange juice she had left him too. Once he was done, he got dressed rather quickly, almost forgetting that he was in a hospital as Madam Pomfrey sat him down to give him the once-over.

"You're not feeling ill or anything?" she asks

"No I feel completely fine," he says, almost bouncing with the need to go and catch up with Ophelia, Madam Pomfrey notices this and chuckles to herself, seeming satisfied with his condition she dismisses him.

Harry takes off in a light jog, putting the tin in his hoodie pocket, it making a loud clanging noise as he runs, he decides it'd be easier if it was smaller, so he uses a charm to make it small enough to fit in his front pocket. Once he's adjusted the tin box situation he takes off for the forbidden forest where Ophelia said he could find them, once he's on the field he spots the two of them sat on a log near the edge of the forest.

The two of them get up once they spot Harry, Remus taking his time, relying on a cane to balance himself. Harry shoots a worried look in Ophelia's direction who gives him a reassuring smile, making sure that her dad is alright on his own before they take off on their hike. Harry passes her the tin back, which she chuckles at the sight of it being so mini.

The deeper into the woods they get, he almost feels closer to the family he's hanging with, like how he feels with the Weasley's when he's with Ron. Like he's peering into a window that showcases a part of their lives, in this part being long hikes through uneven terrain despite her dad's ailment.

"Ophelia told me what happened to your broomstick, I'm sorry that tree destroyed it. Is there no chance of fixing it?" Remus asks Harry

"No." Harry says, his voice saddening as he realises how much he'll miss it. "Professor, why do the dementors affect me so? I mean, more than everyone else?"