Who | Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore When | Friday Evening Where | Educational Meeting Location?? What | A conversation ... working on baggage. Rating | Low Status | Thread. Incomplete.
When Albus had suggested an evening where others could brush up on their wandless and defensive magic skills, Harry had instantly responded before he'd even really thought about it. If he was honest, he was getting more and more restless on this Island. It'd been over a year now, so he supposed it was good he'd lasted this long. In the beginning he'd been so overwhelmed with everything that it hadn't bothered him. His parents were here. Then his kids arrived. And Ginny came and went. Now ... though. Now he was starting to settle and he didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't really have any hobbies. His hobbies had been his job and it wasn't like his kids needed him to watch over them. So ... all in all ... he had a lot of bloody free time.
When he'd offered his assistance it had been a means to find something to ground himself. It had instantly brought back memories of the DA and he'd wanted to do it. As much as he had argued and complained to Ron and Hermione for them volunteering him to lead the group, he'd enjoyed it. He'd enjoyed teaching ... if that could even be called teaching. Of course, he hadn't realized until afterward that this would put him into direct contact with Albus; someone he'd been doing his very best to avoid since their time at the Hogwarts replica.
If he was being honest, he was being foolish. He didn't even know anything about this version of Albus other than the fact that he was much, much younger than the Albus that Harry had known. There was no telling the differences between the two. Furthermore, if he couldn't manage to maintain a dislike for the younger version of Tom Riddle than could he really keep holding a grudge against this version of Albus?
Harry sighed, running his hands through his hair as he walked toward the designated location for the lessons. What he wouldn't give for a day when his life wasn't beyond complicated. Reaching the correct place, Harry let himself in only to find that Albus had beaten him there.
"Hello, Prof-" It was still so difficult to let go of the habit. "Albus. Sorry I'm late."