About Bloody Time Date & Time: October 18 | late afternoon Post Type: Introspection Status: Closed: Complete Character(s): Harry Potter Location: The Lion's Den Summary: Harry enjoys being home.
Harry had come home late that morning and promptly left. He hadn't been outside in much too long, and even his own home felt claustrophobic. Even warier than usual of wizarding streets - not that they were too crowded - because of his illness, Harry opted to stroll around Muggle London. It was a little chilly outside and he was glad he'd worn his jacket; it did him little good in the way of warmth these days, but at least it protected him from the drizzling rain.
He'd grabbed lunch at a little cafe, and it made him wonder what sort of terrible things Ron must have been eating in his absence. If Harry's suspicions were correct, their kitchen would either be bereft of food or harbouring Chinese takeovers from several nights before. That is, unless Hermione had cooked something. He was alone, but he smiled to himself over his sandwich. At least one good thing had come of this whole mess.
He walked for hours after that, not quite sure where he was going. It hardly mattered if he got himself turned around; he could Apparate if he wanted to, couldn't he?
Except, stories had drifted up from the A&E about people splinching themselves, and Harry was suddenly nervous. And being nervous was never a good thing when you were trying to Apparate.
He ended up walking the entire way back home. His legs were sore from the overuse after so much lying about, and he found himself so exhausted by the time he entered his flat that he completely forgot about what food may or may not be in his kitchen. He shuffled into his room and flopped onto his bed. Though he doubted he'd fall asleep without the aid of the Muggle pills, he turned over and set his alarm anyway.
Either way, he'd probably be up in the middle of the night and find Ron on the sofas.