WHO Harry Potter & Ron Weasley •
WHERE The cafeteria •
WHEN Week thirteen, day one | evening
He was relieved to see his best friend was here
WARNINGS Talk of death
Arriving here, Harry felt jumbled and all out of sorts, especially so when he caught sight of himself in a window and saw that his scar was simply... gone.
For so many years, Harry had been haunted by it, defined by it, and suddenly, it was gone. Strangely, it had felt like a weight being taken off him in one way, and in another, it felt like a large part of him had been stripped away. Harry felt uncertain how to feel now that the shadow of that mark was lifted off of him. All of it was a lot to process, almost too much, but he boxed all of that up for a moment.
More than a handful of times, in defiance of the advice in the rather interesting welcome letter, Harry had attempted to apparate out of Dereleth. Not surprisingly, he had made no progess with it, though he was slightly thankful for that only because he still had a weak stomach for apparating. Even with all the times he had used the spell over the years, it still left him with the same flip flopping sensation that he would rather avoid if at all possible.
His failure with that was what had prompted him to turn to the network and thankfully so. Learning that Ron was here eclipsed the other thoughts in his head and while all of Harry's questions remained, bouncing around in his head like obnoxious little pixies, he was relieved to see his best friend was here. More than relieved, really. Esctatic. He had Ron had been together through plenty worse things that he had the confidence that, surely, they could make sense of all this. Just like always.
Following the map that had been enclosed with his letter, Harry made his way to the cafeteria, eager to see a familiar face and to grab a cup of tea.