(fanfic)
Khaleesi calls Draco Malfoy next.
Khaleesi, “Hey Draco, I was wondering, how is your friend Santhosh whom you slept with and didn’t want anyone to know about?”
Draco, “Can you put Harry on the phone? I don’t recognize him anymore”
Khaleesi, “I’m sorry, the old Harry can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh ’cause he’s dead”.
Khaleesi hangs up.
She is wearing a short skirt and a fucking hot black top. Social is playing “This is why we can’t have nice things by Taylor Swift”.
She takes the last sip of wine and walks out of Social. There are people begging on the road outside and she doesn’t really have anything on her to give them. She wonders why the government hasn’t done anything, no matter how much Harry writes about it on his blogs.
..
Harry is in his room. Harry has been realizing a lot of things lately. He feels that there were things happening around him since a very young age, he just didn’t realize it. But he is not able to make sense of anything. He keeps wondering why because he feels he was normal all this while. Different, yes, but normal. Harry closes his eyes.
“Can you just chill, Harry”, Dumbledore is standing near his door.
“But Dumbledore, I need answers. Was I schizophrenic since childhood? I want to know. Could you please just tell me?” asks Harry, his eyes look tired and exhausted.
“The answers will come to you when the time is right. But you shouldn’t go in search of it. Maybe you already know it Harry”, Dumbledore says smiling and looking at him through his half moon glasses with twinkling eyes.
“I don’t really know what I know though”, says Harry.
Dumbledore, “Of course, it might be happening inside your head Harry, why should that mean it is not real?”
Harry opens his eyes. He was lost in a day dream again. Dumbledore and everyone he loves is always close to him and he feels their presence always, no matter the distance.
Harry is okay and some days he isn’t. He is happy and some days he isn’t. Some days he dances awkwardly in his room and some days he wets his pillow with his tears. Some days he works his ass off and some days he is under his blanket.
“Welcome to adulthood I guess” Harry says to himself and sighs.
THE END.
(P.S. Here’s a picture of what Khaleesi was wearing)
rachana rajan <3 