A/N! No surprise I'm kinda late🧍
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"I demand you stop loving my presence!" screeched my deceased darling in her once smooth voice that now sounded like a cat's hiss. Her shallow cheekbones and nearly translucent skin only made her eyes shine brighter, but I know the only thing that shines in those eyes is my dying dignity, how I slowly lose myself in her arms like a baby. "I simply can't darling, my love for you may kill me, but I know what I'm doing is right for you." She sneered at me in disgust. "HAVE YOU GOT NO DIGNITY?!?! HAVE YOU GOT NO SELF-RESPECT??!?" She scolded and scolded but all I could do is smile weakly as the rope surrounding my neck was being pulled further to my end.

Harry loved magic, the way it made him feel powerful compared to muggles, how he could do what they considered impossible within seconds, no wonder purebloods loved to consider themselves more superior. Harry of course didn't believe in such rubbish, his mother was a powerful witch who sacrificed her life, yet a muggle-born. Anywho, Harry browsed around Diagon alley hoping something might interest him but sadly found nothing other than help wanted posters for recent-escapee Sirius Black and too many Aurors for Harry's taste.

Gringott's goblins did explain to him that Black was his godfather, but Harry preferred living alone. He did try to think of a plan to help the man escape but it seemed that Sirius already had that sorted out, which itself opened a new can of worms due to the fact the man might try looking for Harry, hoping to get custody over him.

Harry honestly just wanted a quiet life away from everybody in the comfort of his own home but knew he couldn't do sh*t until he turned 17 and took his OWLS & NEWTS in France, away from London's disaster of a Ministry.  Harry didn't decide on his future as a wizard yet, but he knew he wasn't planning on choosing anything that requires running around like a chaotic maniac.

After strolling for what seemed to be like ages, He got bored and decided to go visit the dark library in Knockturn alley, maybe find a few books about pureblood etiquette, something he had no problem with but still would like further information about.  Knockturn alley wasn't exactly "evil", but more of the poorer side of town. Locals of the area had already gotten used to the 12-year-old boy happily skipping along the way to the library, the only reason they never tried attacking him was due to the fact they could feel his magic dangerously radiating like fire, something he recently discovered.

Inside the half-full grubby place, the librarian looked up at the boy before turning back to whatever he was doing. Harry took no attention to the usual odd behaviour and strolled to the aisle that contained pureblood content. He skimmed the beginner section and along to the neutral level until stopping to find a copy of "Heir Etiquette: Theory Edition". Harry held the book in his hands before noticing a pair of two boys around his age on the opposite side of the corridor, the pale blonde kept complaining to the darker-skinned boy, who seemed to find the blonde's antics amusing. They both had an angular face shape that only boosted their beauty, the darker one turned around to face Harry, who quickly turned away back to his books.

Harry did have his beauty, with his mother's delicate features and wavy multi-coloured hair and bright eyes, but he never exactly gave off a dominant look, which only aggravated poor Harry to death. But this boy had exactly that, a sharp yet smooth look, and was way too tall for his age. He looked up to see the boy still staring at him, they locked eyes for what seemed too long, until the taller wizard gave him a smirk and wink.

What.

Harry flushed as red as a tomato before turning away, grabbing his book, purchasing, and away from the handsome gentleman.

God did Harry need to sort his sexuality.