(Fanfic)
Harry is in his room. He is sitting in the chair and watching YouTube on his laptop. He has a headache.
Harry has nothing but loved everyone all his life. He has always helped and cared with good intention in his heart. But because some wizards in his life were manipulative, cunning, fake, competitive and jealous of him, they wanted to bring him down always.
They didn’t know Harry always had God with him and God saw everything along with him.
Dudley, Voldemort and the death eater’s memories are tormenting Harry again. When Harry hates someone, he hates them to their face. He doesn’t manipulate and betray like the wizards he dealt with.
Harry gets a call.
Khaleesi, “Harry, do you wanna join Bruce and I? we are at Social.”
Bruce screams in the background, “We miss you Harry!!!”
Harry smiles a sad smile and says, “Sorry, I’m having a mental health day.”
Khaleesi, “Don’t think about those motherfuckers Harry. I know you loved them, but they hurt you and some things are irreversible and there is no going back. Even a sorry can’t fix some things.”
Harry, “Yeah, I know. But I kinda get scared to make new friends because of those experiences and because of the kinda empathy I get that hurts.”
Khaleesi, “Don’t please.”
..
Harry is alone at home, drinking orange juice on his bean bag. There is “The Archer by Taylor Swift” playing in the background. He feels like talking to someone but no body’s there. There is someone at the door. He opens the door.
It’s Khaleesi with the Avengers.
Khaleesi screams, “We’re bringing the party to your apartment.”
Harry cries, “I hate parties!!”
Khaleesi says, “I know babe” and hugs Harry.
Peter, “We’re just gonna listen to Taylor Swift, discuss books and dance around drinking orange juice.”
Harry, “Wait! where is Captain Marvel?”
THE END.
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