Alula Black (Harry Potter love story)

Talking

Alula POV-

Harry has slowly began to open up to me.

We often meet late into the night at the same spot in the middle of the garden. When I asked whether he minded being out this late he simply told me that the sight of the stars relaxed him.

We usually spend hours simply talking. I can tell it helps to get things of his chest and so I just sit back and listen.

Harry insisted that he started from the beginning.

And boy is his past ugly...

THEY MADE HIM SLEEP IN A CUPBOARD!

Harry had to physically restrain me from going to privet drive and murdering the Dursley's when I found out, but...it only got worse.

Beatings.
Mental torture.
Lies.
And...

This was where Harry stopped himself.
He paused when it came to the summer of third year.
His face grew pained his eyes lightly glazed over with the memories before he shook his head and abruptly went inside promising to talk tomorrow.

Something had happened to Harry that summer.

Something Bad...