Chapitre 90: Time in the Cauldron
During the three weeks we spent in the leaky cauldron, I got Harry on a workout schedule, and he was looking much healthier; my main reasoning was that Harry needed proper training. If Harry were a bit quicker in the hedge maze, maybe Cedric would never get to the trophy in time and survive. As long as he's not humiliated, it should be fine.
I also helped Harry complete his homework; because of quidditch, Harry wasn't in the study group often, so he was lacking in some areas. I had gotten good a tutoring, when harry asked a question I would lead him to the answers by asking other questions that would help him figure it out. Except for the history of magic, I just gave him answers there. God, I hated that subject.
We were exploring Diagon Alley one day when we spotted a crowd around Quality Quidditch supplies. After pushing through the crowds, we saw what was making the hustle and bustle; the prototype of the firebolt was on display.
"looks good," I said.
"It's brilliant," said Harry, staring at it in awe. "price on request", Harry muttered.
"you could ask," I told him.
"no, if I found out it was affordable, I wouldn't hesitate to buy it", Harry said.
We walked on. "Oh hey, I've been meaning to ask. Did you get your Hogsmeade permission slip signed?"
"yeah, I did, didn't you?" I asked him with concern.
"no, my uncle Vernon wasn't happy after I made his sister float away", he chuckled.
"shame, I'm going to try and set up a deal with the three broomsticks to play a gig every visit" I smiled at the idea. "It would be our first performance out in the world."
"you know, I don't understand it," Harry said, "we're the same age, and you're so more put together than me; I mean, you probably already have what you want to do all planned out."
We stopped at a cafe and sat down. "That's not entirely true. I'm just trying to make the best of my school life. Who knows if arcane rhythms will even last after Hogwarts? But maybe I could be a music teacher" I smiled and said, "Also, we are not the same age; I'm 12 days older" I laughed, and so did Harry.
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The last day of the holidays was upon us. I sat in the leaky cauldron alone after breakfast, reading the monster book of monster. Harry had gone to explore Diagon Alley again. I knew he wanted to stare at the firebolt for a bit more. I saw Hermione and Ron walk in, followed by the rest of the Weasley. They were looking around the pub.
"Ron, Hermione", I called over and raised my hand. There was some whispering and they came over.
"oh, it's you, Eddie", Hermione said as she got closer. "You cut your hair."
I brushed my much shorter hair; I had got it done when Harry had complained about his hair, so I dragged him to a saloon to see if they could do anything about his complaining. I was now sporting a short back and sides with some length on top and combed back in a nice style.
"yeah, Looks good, right?" I smiled. Ron just looked at me, confused.
"kind of. I liked the shoulder-length hair, to be honest." she said, "Anyway, we're looking for Harry."
"I just missed him by about 20 minutes; he's probably at quality quidditch supplies looking at that broom again" I rolled my eyes.
"come on, let's go", Hermione said. "Harry has probably been bored stuck here by himself"
"see ya," I said as they left.
I saw Fred and Goerge heading my way. "Hey ya, mate - how have the holidays been treating you?" they said.
"pretty good. What mischief did you guys get up to in Egypt?" I asked; we chatted for a while and had lunch. Those two are a hoot. I hadn't laughed that hard in a while, but by God, how Percy hadn't killed them yet was a mystery.
At dinner, I was introduced to Arthur and Molly Weasley; Arthur knew who I was and pulled me aside after dinner to ask me a few questions.
"the ministry, doesn't want harry knowing about black, you haven't told him anything have you" asked arthur.
"no, I haven't, but I do know it all, and I don't agree with keeping him in the dark," I said. Arthur looked like he was about to say something. "Don't worry, I'll abide by the gag order."
"Promise me you won't use Harry as bait," said Arthur. He looked angry.
" I get you to love Harry like he was one of your own, but do not think that I would sell out one of my friends," I said, just as angry. I tried to leave, but Arthur grabbed me.
"promise me," he said sternly.
"I promise. And Mr. Wealsey, I think it best you remember who helped save your daughter not four months ago." I shrugged him off and stormed up to my room. 'Fucking prejudice prick', I thought as I put on music to calm down.
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