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Who: Harry and Hermione
Where: Backyard of Order HQ
When: 14 August, 2001; early afternoon
Status: Complete
Harry closed the well-worn pages of the journal with a snap before pushing it to the far corner of the wooden desk; as if the more distance there was, the more it was all likely to disappear. The words that had been written in that journal seemed to plague him no matter how hard he strived to not dwell on its contents.
Harry I just need to know that I'm making the right choices here...The world isn't right anymore...This is all your fault Harry!
With a heavy sigh, Harry detached himself from the chair that had almost become his sanctuary and prison in these last three weeks, and padded over to the window. When he wasn't losing himself in the pages of Hermione's journal he tended to spend hours just simply staring at the landscape surrounding his grandparent's house -- or, he quickly reminded himself, the Order's house now. He had been somewhat surprised though when six Thestrals had somehow appeared out of nowhere in the backyard a few days ago.
Harry stood next to the small window for several minutes just watching the Thestrals and the light breeze that played across the long grass scattered across the yard in the warm summer sun. The next thing he knew, he was making his way for the bedroom door to venture outside for the first time since coming back.
Where: Backyard of Order HQ
When: 14 August, 2001; early afternoon
Status: Complete
Harry closed the well-worn pages of the journal with a snap before pushing it to the far corner of the wooden desk; as if the more distance there was, the more it was all likely to disappear. The words that had been written in that journal seemed to plague him no matter how hard he strived to not dwell on its contents.
Harry I just need to know that I'm making the right choices here...The world isn't right anymore...This is all your fault Harry!
With a heavy sigh, Harry detached himself from the chair that had almost become his sanctuary and prison in these last three weeks, and padded over to the window. When he wasn't losing himself in the pages of Hermione's journal he tended to spend hours just simply staring at the landscape surrounding his grandparent's house -- or, he quickly reminded himself, the Order's house now. He had been somewhat surprised though when six Thestrals had somehow appeared out of nowhere in the backyard a few days ago.
Harry stood next to the small window for several minutes just watching the Thestrals and the light breeze that played across the long grass scattered across the yard in the warm summer sun. The next thing he knew, he was making his way for the bedroom door to venture outside for the first time since coming back.