I've Got You {Year One}

Going Home

A couple days after the snowball fight, the trio were at breakfast when they were approached by Ron Weasley's twin brothers, Fred and George. They offered their pranking expertises to Hermione if she wanted to get back at their brother.

Hermione's eye wasn't black anymore, but it still had a yellow hue to it. After busting Hermione's face, any time Weasley saw Harry or Draco, he'd look down or switch sides of the corridor. He would go as far as switching seats in class to be further away, even in classes he had with Hermione.

Tomorrow morning, instead of heading to class, the students would be heading to Hogsmeade to board the Hogwarts Express, going home for the holidays. Every student was in the Great Hall enjoying their last school feast before going home.

Leaving before the rest of the hall, the two boys made their way down to the dungeons, returning to their room. Harry started packing immediately, only packing a small traveling bag with his school books. Draco didn't pack anything.

Harry sighed, collapsing onto his bed. Draco was sitting across from him on his own bed. The blond raised an eyebrow and chuckled at his friend.

"It'll get easier, you know," Draco said. "You've never gone this long without your family have you?"

"No," Harry sighed again. "Aunt Tuni homeschooled me, so she was always there. I mean, I have anxiety, bad anxiety, about losing people. Now that I've been gone, I'm afraid I'll get back and she'll be gone."

"She'll be there. I'll bet she'll be standing with my parents and you'll probably cry like a baby," Draco teased, grinning at Harry.

"Oh yeah? Well I'll be the best crybaby anyone has ever seen," Harry said, propping himself up on his elbows, flashing his own grin.

"You would," Draco snorted, shaking his head. "For someone who hates attention, you seem to go out of your way to get your point across."

"When people only see you for your name and assume they already know everything about you, you do what you got to do," Harry shrugged, getting up from his bed. He changed and placed his glasses on his desk, going back to lay down. Draco followed his lead and was soon crawling under his own comforter.

Saying their good nights, each boy turned over and fell asleep thinking of home. Harry thought of all the holiday food he was going to make with Petunia, while Draco thought of the manor all lit up and decorated.

*

As the train pulled into the platform, the trio stayed seated, letting the initial rush of students clear out. Finally making their way off the train, they searched for their parents.

Hermione said her goodbyes before rushing off to her parents. They were standing by a pillar near the entrance of the platform. Draco didn't have to look long for his parents, spotting white blond hair a few cars down. Looking closer, he saw a familiar woman standing next to his mother.

Nudging Harry with his elbow, drawing the other boy out of his own search, Draco pointed in the direction of their families. Harry grinned at him before taking off, running right into Petunia's arms. She smelled of home.

"Oh my boy! I've missed you," Petunia exclaimed, wrapping Harry in a tight hug. Draco had reached the group and was sharing his own hugs with his parents. Hermione and her parents wandered over.

All the adults were introducing themselves and talking of how they've heard all about the others child, when a thick short woman with ginger hair marched over. She was pulling a boy along behind her, he had hair that matched hers.