Bad Habits are hard to get rid off.
Date : March 16th 2003
Characters : Harry Potter.
Location : Home, then around Annwn.
Status : Private.
Summary : After the confrontation with his mother, Harry falls back into an old habit. Disappearing.
Complete : Complete.
After slamming the door shut, Harry found himself shaking. Looking down at his fingers, he noticed they were trembling, his wand unsteady in his palm. He forced himself to look straight ahead as he walked away, knowing that if he looked back, he’d go back inside. His anger had simply remained and even yelling at his mother hadn’t been able to bring an end to it.
His legs started to move and Harry decided not to take the path down the streets, so instead, he stalked through the fields, kicking at wayward flowers that started to bloom. If he would run into anyone else right now, there would be shouting and possibly hexing, too. He’d already managed to mess up his mother’s house, not that he cared at this very moment, but there was no need to go hexing innocent bystanders. Even if he probably would feel relieved. No, his anger was all directed at Snape and his mother. Mostly Snape however...
He still couldn’t believe this was happening. His mother and Snape, of all people. He didn’t want to believe it, but judging from the look on his mother’s face, it was the truth. He gnashed his teeth together when the word slapped him in the face. Truth. He laughed bitterly as he stalked up to the porch of his and Ginny’s house. Harry barely dared to imagine how things would go between them when she came home. He would take his anger out on her and there would be shouting... And yelling... And screaming. And regret later on.
Regret. He’d spit on that word if he could. Harry stomped up the stairs, heading for wherever he had left his trunk. Dropping to his knees, he opened it and started rummaging through it. He didn’t want to have a fight with Ginny over this one. He didn’t even want to talk to her about it. Not now. He simply wanted to clear his mind. Get away and turn his anger to objects that he wouldn’t have to care about later.
He got back to his feet, pulling the shimmering material of his invisibility cloak out of the trunk. Wrapping it around his shoulder and fastening it, he went back down the stairs. Harry was almost out of the door when he remembered he probably shouldn’t leave without a note, or something. Sighing, he stepped into the kitchen and summoned parchment and a quill.
Gin,
I’ll be away for a day or two. Something I need to deal with.
If you’d like details, ask my mother. I’m sure she’d be delighted to inform you.
I love you.
- Harry.
He put the note on the table, before leaving the house. Glancing around, he noticed it was still quiet out on the street. He didn’t know where he would go. Harry had no idea where he wanted to go. Slipping his wand back into his pocket, he pulled the hood up, disappearing from view. One thing people could be certain of : if Harry Potter didn’t want to be found, no one could.
Characters : Harry Potter.
Location : Home, then around Annwn.
Status : Private.
Summary : After the confrontation with his mother, Harry falls back into an old habit. Disappearing.
Complete : Complete.
After slamming the door shut, Harry found himself shaking. Looking down at his fingers, he noticed they were trembling, his wand unsteady in his palm. He forced himself to look straight ahead as he walked away, knowing that if he looked back, he’d go back inside. His anger had simply remained and even yelling at his mother hadn’t been able to bring an end to it.
His legs started to move and Harry decided not to take the path down the streets, so instead, he stalked through the fields, kicking at wayward flowers that started to bloom. If he would run into anyone else right now, there would be shouting and possibly hexing, too. He’d already managed to mess up his mother’s house, not that he cared at this very moment, but there was no need to go hexing innocent bystanders. Even if he probably would feel relieved. No, his anger was all directed at Snape and his mother. Mostly Snape however...
He still couldn’t believe this was happening. His mother and Snape, of all people. He didn’t want to believe it, but judging from the look on his mother’s face, it was the truth. He gnashed his teeth together when the word slapped him in the face. Truth. He laughed bitterly as he stalked up to the porch of his and Ginny’s house. Harry barely dared to imagine how things would go between them when she came home. He would take his anger out on her and there would be shouting... And yelling... And screaming. And regret later on.
Regret. He’d spit on that word if he could. Harry stomped up the stairs, heading for wherever he had left his trunk. Dropping to his knees, he opened it and started rummaging through it. He didn’t want to have a fight with Ginny over this one. He didn’t even want to talk to her about it. Not now. He simply wanted to clear his mind. Get away and turn his anger to objects that he wouldn’t have to care about later.
He got back to his feet, pulling the shimmering material of his invisibility cloak out of the trunk. Wrapping it around his shoulder and fastening it, he went back down the stairs. Harry was almost out of the door when he remembered he probably shouldn’t leave without a note, or something. Sighing, he stepped into the kitchen and summoned parchment and a quill.
Gin,
I’ll be away for a day or two. Something I need to deal with.
If you’d like details, ask my mother. I’m sure she’d be delighted to inform you.
I love you.
- Harry.
He put the note on the table, before leaving the house. Glancing around, he noticed it was still quiet out on the street. He didn’t know where he would go. Harry had no idea where he wanted to go. Slipping his wand back into his pocket, he pulled the hood up, disappearing from view. One thing people could be certain of : if Harry Potter didn’t want to be found, no one could.