&ood outside the astle f time, lohan Drao liked to stay i he had little hoie.
Thankfully, a torrent of summer rain fored him bak inside, giving Drao over to sneak bak ile. He hurried bak to his quarters, moving painfully slowly ohe d that if he was quiet e be able to hear if ahere. He didn’t know if Potter still had the Invisibility Cloak, but he would be surprised if he didn’t.
&ura,” he whispered, barely a breath.
The elves had left some food on Drao’s table, a Shepherd’s pie that Harriet had learly nibbled, and a small piee of ake. His stomah rumbled at the sight of it, ao eat, he really had but his mind was otherwise oupied. He ouldn’t stop thinking about how Harry had reahed out to touh him and then pulled away quikly, as if he were hurt. How all he had to do was touh him th his disguise. He knew he should have stayed bak, should have ated more like a wild fuking animal, but the pull he felt io be a little bit loser was t. How it felt to have someone’s eyes on him ahem really see him instead h him, and how if felt for those eyes to be Harry’s. He of ourse pelling MGonagall that the iion was iable, that he was or he had just sat there aalk to him. That elli eventually.
He had a feelihey had made ontat, Harry would have to go. Either that, or he would.
Harry had ommeudies in the library. Or he was trying to. His mio the animagus on the grouen. He had bee sio spot them again, but to no avail. Either they had left, or they were maki he didn’t khere. He was almost sure they weren’t maliious, but most of the people that felt they needed disguises at Hogwarts were not people he would wa again. Still, he ould n himself to report it to the headmistress, not u tried to figure out who it was on his own. He supposed he had oo g down a hallenge.
Whehinking about the animagus, he was trying to think up ways to get iherihey onsumed him, and not just in waking. In his dreams, he would fihe ree filtering in from the windows that looked out ihe rest of the room was too dark to make out, but he ould tell it was not the same as the st time he had seen it. He wandered blindly, bumping into things uhe door of the dormitories. It was only a wooden door, not so diffiult to pee, but he et it to open. He would press his ear to the door and swear he ould hear somethiher side, breathiling of bed li whisperihe quiet mew of a at, but hihing to him.
He had fire alled Ron and Hermione one siion. It had goed.
“I’m so gd you’ve finally fouo oupy your time, Harry! Although, out of the three of us, I would never have pinned you as the oo end up a professor,” Hermione had ughed, ao agree.
“How do you like it bak there, mate?” Ron had asked, seeming as equally huffed with the news as Hermione.
“I like it fihe same without everyone here, obviously, but better than Grimmauld Pe.”
He had paused for a moment bef, “I thihing odd is goihough.”
“Merlin, Harry, it’s Hogwarts. Something odd is always going on there,” Hermione said rolled her eyes.
& it at that, realizing that they probably would just think he aranoid, or worse, worry about him if he eborated.
They had eelling Harry he was going to be a wonderful professor, whih he prayed would be true. He supposed that he rofessor thaudent if it wasn’t for that damned loked door. His downfalls as a student had not been for k of iential, but rather beause he was distrated by s issues. Of ourse, just ay iherin dungeons ressing of an issue as defeating the Dark Lord, but it was the only one he had. So maybe it was ao fous, but it did.
& sure how long he had been in the library, only that he had go m a streaming through the windows sig was sometime afternoon. He had barely made a dent in the work he wao go over that week, o folder of old lesson pns beihe “doo be fair, it had ohree days of studying in his five days of being bak at Hogwarts, but he k if he was w at his full apaity, he ould easily be getting through a folder or two a day. He sighed, flipping the page he was staring at bak to look at the page before, not at all surprised that he did not remember aion he had apparently already wh. He hewed on his pehed to penils after leaving Hogwarts, quills being too muh work for what they were worth—ahing doihird time through the folder would be a harm.
“Potter.”
Harry jumped, droppih a tter as he turhe soure of the voie.
“I am gd to see you have your studies underway,” MGonagall ontinued, walking arouable where he worked.
“Yes, a behiered, reahing dowo retrieve the penil.
“Don’t worry, I know if there was anything else for you to do, you would be off doing that,” MGonaga