You will never know the amount of strength it takes to face the world every single day - unknown

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'What are you doing here?'I heard myself asking the boy sitting right in front of me. He did not reply after hearing my words, instead of doing that he just stared at me. Emotionless. Thoughtless.

'You two know each other?' dr. Dolan asked enthusiastically, with a big smile on her lips. 'That is great, is it not?'

Neither of us replied. I could not believe my eyes. Of all people in the world Harry Potter ended up to be my roommate. Someone out there must have really, really hated me. Not that I could blame that person, I would hate me too.

'Well, I will just let you guys be. Hopefully you can catch up again, would that not be great?'

'That would be fucking awesome,' Harry said. Hearing his voice again made me shiver, even though it was not cold in the room. Hearing him swear on the other hand made me scared. How much had the Harry I know changed? Not that I really knew him that well, of course. He just seemed different, like a stranger.

Dr. Dolan smiled and left. Quietly. Her actions left me alone with the boy who lived, but also with the boy who still had not looked at me once.

I felt like crying. Hard. I just wanted to cry my eyes out and hide myself in my bed. Not the stupid, uncomfortable looking bed in that stupid room with the stupid boy, but in my own soft, warm bed.

However, I had learnt to never show your emotions, especially not to your enemies. Harry might not have been my real enemy, but at that moment I could not think clearly. I grabbed my suitcase and threw it on the bed, which creaked underneath the touch of my suitcase.

'Where can I put my clothes?' I asked the raven-haired boy, who still did not look at me. 'In the closet on your left,' he spoke, his voice sounded soft and scared. Did I scare him?

Of course I did, I could not even look in the mirror because I was scared of myself. It made sense that he was afraid of me, especially after every thing I had done to him in the past.

'Alright, thank you.'

He did not react, nor did he move. He just sat there. Not moving, not even blinking. I honestly was not sure if he even was breathing.

'So, how are you?' I asked while putting my clothes inside the closet, who by the way smelled like something was rotting inside of it. 'I have never felt better in my entire life, that is the reason I am here. And you, how are you feeling?'

His harsh words made me shrink. Was I not just trying to be polite, nice even?

'Well, seeing you has really made my day, so I am great.'

He did not reply. This made me a little disappointed. Unconsciously I had wanted him to shrink as well, or at least to feel a little hurt. Making him feel bad about himself had always cheered me up.

But then again, that was back then. Before the war. Before I changed. Before he changed.

I unpacked the rest of my stuff as slowly as I possible could, knowing that when I finished there was not a thing I could do. Except for staring expressionless to the empty white walls. That I really did not want to do.

'Is there a clock in here?' I asked, not knowing how he would react. 'Do you see one?' he asked me back, and when I nodded a sigh escaped from his lips. 'Then why do you even bother to ask me?'

At that point I realised that this was not Harry Potter. Or at least not the Harry Potter I had known. This Harry was broken, in a way even I could not describe. I did not want to draw a conclusion that quickly, knowing that I could be extremely wrong, but he seemed so far away. His eyes stared at the wall, but his thoughts were somewhere else. And if I could make a guess I would be guessing it was with the war, with Lord Voldemort. Maybe even his parents, or his godfather Sirius Black. They had all died but he did not. That had to mean something to him, right?

I quickly stopped my thought as soon as I had realised that I was here to seek my recovery, not his. He was being a jerk to me, without a sensible reason.

After a few minutes I realised my suitcase was completely empty. Panic started to boil up inside of me. What should I do next? I did not want to look like a complete fool, so I could not act like there was still something for me to unpack. My mind started to make overtime as stress started to bubble up. My breath became unstable, my hearth became to rise. I grabbed the first thing standing next to me, what turned out to be a small beside table.

I tried to breathe in through my nose and breathe out through my lips. The whole world around me seemed to turn right in front of me, the only thing I could really feel was the wood of the beside table that my hands were holding really tight. So tight my knuckles started to turn a white, unnatural colour.

But all of a suddenly I felt something grabbing me. A warm, steady hand. I had not realised that my eyes were closed until that very moment, when I opened them again and saw Harry right in front of me. His green eyes looked into mine with concern.

'Breathe with me, okay?' he whispered. He slowly placed my hand on his chest, who was comfortably warm. I followed his breathing for quite some time. After a few minutes I realised my breathing had became stable again, thanks to Potter. A shaky sigh left my lips ones more before my body started to act completely normal again.

'Thank you,' I whispered softly, not fully realising what just had happened. His eyes left mine at that moment, just like his body did. He stepped back with his eyes focused on the ground.

'Dinner will be served very soon, you should follow me. I can show you the way to the diner, but remember that I will only do that once. Tomorrow morning you will have to find the way yourself,' he said with an emotionless voice, like nothing had ever happened. He started to make his way out of the small room we where both trapped in. I slowly followed. Confused.

Was it all in my imagination or did that just really happen?