#harry: thread

Harry looked up from the scars painting Kal’s body with his brows arched. “You’d be a fantastic swimsuit model,” he corrected him. “I’ve never seen anyone who looks like you.”

The scars had something beautiful. They were unsettling because Harry didn’t truly know what they were capable of, what kind of magic was involved when Kal got them, but they were, nontheless, somehow very appealing. Harry didn’t much like his own meager but famous scar on his forehead, and considering it did nothing but hurt and connect him to a madman, there was little to no appeal to it.

It was​ supposed to be a relaxing evening stroll. When loud voices drifted over to him from around the corner of the hallway, Harry mentally kissed any relaxation goodbye. Clearly some kind of fight had broken out and Harry, though annoyed, was curious. He hurried up, rounded the corner, and found Draco, along with some other students. At first glance they all seemed to be from different houses. He saw a Gryffindor, two Ravenclaws and one Hufflepuff. It seemed like a heated argument, and Harry noted that Draco had his back to a wall.

​Usually James quite enjoyed his time in Severus’ potions store. Harry couldn’t tell why exactly that was, he barely brewed anything at home. Maybe that was it though. James only ever experienced the scent of all sorts of potions when in the store and it had to be quite interesting for him. 

Harry always enjoyed his stay in the cottage and was aware that Remus and Sirius had been both upset when he moved out, but they also understood that Harry needed to find his own space and stand on his own two feet to fully develope. At least that was what Remus had told him. What Remus said rang true, but Harry missed both men a lot.