Harry was ecstatic. Rapture had been creepy, terrifying, dark and dank and exactly as much deathly danger as Harry had grown accustomed to. But it was also amazing, the feeling of that power coursing through his veins. It wasn't the same as magic; both he and Billy agreed on that. But it was close enough. It was close enough and dangerous enough that Harry ran all the way back home, eager to share his adventures with his two best friends.
He was breathless by the time he got there, barreling through the front door with surprisingly little noise. This wasn't like Grimmauld Place or the Burrow or even Hogwarts. The door hinges had no reason to squeak and his pace had slowed enough by the time he entered that his footsteps didn't fall too heavily, didn't echo off stone walls that weren't there. Glancing quickly over the common room -- and seeing no one there -- Harry strode over to the shut door of Hermione's bedroom, thinking of nothing but finding his friends.
He should have been thinking of more. Like why the door had been shut in the first place and how it was always polite to knock.
But instead he shouldered open the door, the sound of his own breathing and blood rushing the only thing he could hear, and started talking. "Guys, are you here? I've-- Oh."
He froze. Harry froze for a span of five seconds, his mind utterly blank and his body refusing to move. And then, miraculously, he regained control of himself and ran out of the room, shutting the door with a slam behind him.
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He was breathless by the time he got there, barreling through the front door with surprisingly little noise. This wasn't like Grimmauld Place or the Burrow or even Hogwarts. The door hinges had no reason to squeak and his pace had slowed enough by the time he entered that his footsteps didn't fall too heavily, didn't echo off stone walls that weren't there. Glancing quickly over the common room -- and seeing no one there -- Harry strode over to the shut door of Hermione's bedroom, thinking of nothing but finding his friends.
He should have been thinking of more. Like why the door had been shut in the first place and how it was always polite to knock.
But instead he shouldered open the door, the sound of his own breathing and blood rushing the only thing he could hear, and started talking. "Guys, are you here? I've-- Oh."
He froze. Harry froze for a span of five seconds, his mind utterly blank and his body refusing to move. And then, miraculously, he regained control of himself and ran out of the room, shutting the door with a slam behind him.