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Harry Potter was having a bad day.
No scratch that,Harry Potter was having a bad year,a bad life,he could feel how every inch of his body ached when he landed on his arse on a very itchy and painful looking rug.
It was just a second ago when after Fudge and the pack of baboons came along his side,Dumbledore-being more fast for a man of his age that he imagine -rapidly put a soft material on his hands and make him disappear while Fudge's face started to get purple.
Appearing in the Headmaster office and not being able to leave was just adding salt to a open wound, added to the fact that a bloody purple and yellow sock was the responsible of his temporary Imprisonment especially counting that Harry had just free himself of the posesión of one of the most strong wizards of the country,lost the only father figure he ever had and haven't sleep a good night of sleep for how know how long.
The curious part was not how Harry Potter was indeed very pissed,and furious with the world like he had been for a while now.
it was Freak how was livid.
That part of himself that maintained him alive for so long until his 11th birthday was the only reason Dumbeldore still had an office to begin with.
You see, very early on his live before knowing he was a wizard,before even knowing he had a name, Freak understood how the world worked;firstly ,his family would never love him,it didn't matter how hard he would tried to be normal,to not care and be a good boy the Dursley were decided of despising the little dark haired boy and that would be good if it maintained like that,if they just ignore him Freak could at least had other people to love him,instead,the Dursley make sure very early on that any type of interaction he would had with the exterior world would be stained by the ugly lies they spread all over his know world,adults thought he was a problem and the children were too scared of Dudley to even blink an eye on him.The worst part being that if he even protested about it,he could wave goodbye the little freedom he manage to had and be back at his cupboard as long as Vernon wanted him there.
But secondly,that same cupboard teach Freak a lesson he would never forget,were Vernon was to explosive and eager to violence Freak was calm and serene,treating his best to give the best food when he sensed his uncle had a very bad day,going far and beyond to be as quiet as he can get while serv him some Brandi after a very greasy diner or the days Petunia eyes would get blurry with memories and she will only rumble about how much Freak was like his her freaky mother,strange like him,always after he prepared a whole tea service for her while some lady's compliment her for the beautiful flowers bloomed of her garden thanks of his hard work.
Although being a insult,Freak could not be prouder of being Lily's son,he could swear sometimes he would blush so hard that his hair would star to get a little reddish at the right angle.He was sure of it after seeing his aunt go pale as paper after one of her monologues,touch his hair for then proceed and try to draw herself in uncle Vernon fine Whiskey .
Freak understood for the bad way after the first couple of bruises and pans on his head,if he could keep the Dursley happy,they would leave him alone.This were the times were Freaks value relapsed on how good he could cook,garden,be quiet or act like his mother.
That was a lesson that Harry didn't need.
Because before being anything else,Harry James Potter was Lily's son.
It was only after being Freak,Lily's son, that he became Harry James Potter. And that's when the skills he had learned to master at a very young age did not apply as well in a world that knew Harry Potter a long time before he knew what that meant.
Harry Potter was a brave boy,a Gryffindor star with a golden future waiting for him.
And Freak could not wait to be like him
He actually tried very hard to fill those big shoes that the magic world had for him,that meant acting like Harry Potter was supposed to,that meant to be sassy when somebody was being condescending with him,playing dumb with his mate instead of doing his homework and throw a fit,yell and destroy when something bad happen to him follow by being symbolically patted on the head said what a good work he has done and remain the same while everyone around him that turned their backs was allowed to come back like nothing had happened,just like he was father was known for.
In some way,alongside the road Freak forgot how he was and for a while ,the tale became his realty.
So when Freak,Lily's son took a couple of deep breaths, sucked his tears up and straightened his head and didn't say a word until Dumbeldore arrived,the portrait in the office were very surprise
Instead,the Headmaster started to talk right away about what just happened in the Ministry,like he wasn't there when his godfather was taken from him and then throw away as an annoying child.
-...You see my boy,Voldemort chose you as his equal to complete that prophecy when he went after you instead of the Longbottoms…-
-....and that's why it's very important for you to come back to your family to…-
-...its not to be changed, I'm afraid my boy…-
-...Do you understand Harry?-
-Of course,professor- said harry with void eyes,looking at a point in one the Headmaster paints-if you excuse I want to see how my friends are-
Without being discharged,harry passed besides the Headmaster with a slow pass on his way,being very aware of the paintings of the walls that saw him go straight to the Nursing room to then stays there for as long and a week and a half
And in all that time,Freak waited.
He said what it needed to be said, apologize with everyone as expected, sat in the bed that seemed to knew better that the one that was on his common room, and saw how Madam Pomfrey accepted his presence after shivering by the look she received for suggesting him to leave and the he saw how slowly one by one his friends recover, how Ron give him a smile that didn't reach his eyes from time to time,how Luna and Neville seemed to had taken more than anybody else from that experience by finding each other company and how Hermione eyes had lost a little of that spark that she always carried with her,but being secretly pleased that he stayed with her until her very last day in the nursing room.
-You are part of me Harry-She had said that last day while he was resting by her side-It doesn't matter what everybody else says,you are my brother and I will always love you-
He cried after that,very silently with his face buried in her hair,he cried because she actually cared for him in a way he thought nobody had done since his parents were alive,not even Sirius how chose revenge instead of making Harry not once but twice.Hermione was the only person he would ever allowed himself to cry when the letters of condolences started to arrive, they held each other until the last revision of Madam Pomfrey to said she was as healthy as she could be after being almost split open,and stayed until dinner time to go directly to the kitchens and ask for a whole casserole for themselves.
Neither of them said anything,they didn't need to,Hermione always saw and kept more that anybody gave her the credit for, she knew this wasn't a goodbye,but was something.
Ronald Weasley was Harry Potter's best mate,the person he would miss the most.
Hermione Granger was a Freak's person.She was Harry's sister,and the only person he cared enough for at the moment of whatever he was becoming.
So when the term was done, and Dumbeldore gave his hominent final speech about Voldemort's return and gloomy future and the goodbye dinner and everybody turn to see Harry Potter,they only found a empty seat.This wasn't unusual of him this day,the boy has been missing for a few days,it was know for the Hogwarts population the tendency of disappearing their hero had.
What they didn't know, while everybody was clapping and dining, was that the golden girl was discharged the day prior to the end of the term and that a very confused Neville Longbottom was seeing two empty seats where two of the three person's of the golden trio should be dining at the moment.
By midnight that very night,Harry James Potter and Hermione Jean Granger were nowhere to be found in the magic Great Britain
This being noticed when a Ronald Weasley after bringing all the first years and hour and a half later than expected noticed that Hermione Granger would never let him do that by himself,screaming in panic around all the train making sure everyone could hear the disappearance of his two best friends.
Meanwhile,Somewhere in a very nice and protected house in France three Granger's were resting happily unaware of the madness in their home country,and a Freak, Lily's son in a very nice bed beside his sister, could finally sleep deeply in peace for the first time in what felt like a life.