Hero

Chapter 7

The glass of water stared at him from the bedside table, he took a sip and plopped back onto his pillow. His mom was set on thinking that he had a cold from how tiered he was and the fact that his temperature was really low. Plus Harry's stomach was a bit sore, but it had nothing to do with being sick. He actually had ended up falling down on a stair rail last night when he tried to use his wind abilities to fly. It had worked for about five minutes, and then he got distracted so he feel down from ten feet. But he obviously couldn't tell his mom that. Besides he doesn't think he could even get sick anymore. He's pretty sure that his body has managed to now be able to self heal itself as well. So as he lies with all the unnecessary layers of covers on, Harry groans and just tries to get comfortable.

"Alright Harry, I'm off to work then. Are you sure you don't need me to stay?" Anne says running her fingers through her son's hair.

"Mom I'm perfectly fine. Just go to work and cure the little children that are actually in pain." Harry says as he leans into his mother's comforting touch. He smiles when she lightly swats his cheek, but then bends to kiss his forehead.

"Call me if anything." She says as she tightens her lab coat on around her body, and lifting her purse up even more as she stood and headed out. "Love you." She calls over her shoulder so Harry could hear.

"Love you too!" Harry yells and then he hears the front door being shut then locked.

Sighing relived, he unbundles himself and walks to his window to see dusty white sky. Harry gets dressed, and then grabs the same overly sized verdant green hood from last night. He puts it on, and walks down the stairs. He grabs an apple, and then is out the door with his phone, keys, and wallet in his back pockets. Once he gets a couple of blocks down from where he lives, Harry sits on the sidewalk and lets the sun beat down on his face. He watches as the cars go by, and then he sees a can on the other side of the road. He looks at it and then down the road as no more cars drove by. He looks around him on the ground, and picks up a pebble. Picking up the piece of earth he rolls it around his his hand before aiming and throwing the rock. It seems like seconds as the pebble makes contact with the can dead on. The pebble goes through the can creating a hole, and then continuing to a brick building causing a dent to form. Harry jumps back a bit and stares wide eyed at the sight.

His eyes travel from the dent to the shop building itself. His eyebrows raise when he sees it's and archery shop. Then right in the front window, there is a bow and arrow just calling out to him. Capturing his bottom lip in-between his teeth, Harry slowly gets up and starts making his way across the street. The bell chimes above the door as he walks in, and Harry goes straight to the bow and rubs his fingers over he smooth material. The funny thing is he's never fired one before, and had no interest in doing so all until now. Inside the case, on a bed of crushed maroon velvet, lies a stunning black bow. "Oh," he whispers in admiration. Harry lifts it carefully into the air to admire the exquisite balance, the elegant design, the curve of the limbs that somehow suggests the wings of a bird extended in flight. He stretches the string, and watches as it expands then wobbles a bit when he releases it.

The silence caressed his skin like a cool summer breeze, smoothing his soul, taking away his jagged edges. It had been a quirky morning so far, and now is the time where Harry believes it's going to get better. Setting the bow and arrows down, Harry pats his pockets and pulls his wallet out. Looking at the price on the bow, Harry smiles cause it was considerably low. Picking it up again, Harry walks his way to the check out and rings the bell twice.

As the women made her way out. Harry had the opportunity to actuality take in the ancient appearance. The wrinkles and folds of skin were now so pronounced it was hard to tell what she must have looked like as a young woman. Perhaps she was once admired, courted and coiffured. Now she just looked like a party balloon almost bereft of it's helium, sagged and deflated. Yet once she saw Harry standing there those eyes lit up behind the drooping eyelids. "Oh 'ello dear! Did you find everything alright?" she said in a tremulous voice.