chapter - 6 : Hogsmeade Part - 2

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Harry closed his eyes tightly and let out a frustrated sigh as he found himself unable to get some more sleep. He just had too many unanswered questions and hypothesizes roaming in his mind and the problem was: he didn't feel like blocking his mind with Occlumency. He WANTED to know the answers.

Since sleep wasn't to come by anytime soon, he got up and put on his clothes and cloak, silently noting that he would have to buy some new clothes in Diagon Alley.

With one last look at his two sleeping familiars, he exited his bedroom and walked down the stairs.

"Hullo again! I was beginning to wonder when you were going to come out of your room!"

Harry jumped when Rosmerta suddenly appeared behind him with a beaming smile, making the other customers in the room look at him as if he was part of an exhibition. It made Harry uncomfortable but the owner of The Three Broomsticks merely told him to ignore them. As she said that, the attention on Harry started to recede and soon the atmosphere was back to normal again.

"Are you hungry? I could make you some breakfast, mister…" she stopped and looked at the blue eyed boy inquisitively. "Actually, I never caught your name."

Harry seemed startled for a moment but he quickly covered his surprise with a smile. "That's because I never mentioned it. How ill-mannered of me. My name is James, James Evans."

Rosmerta put a digit on her chin and looked contemplative for a moment. "Hmmm, that's not a common wizard name. But it's a very beautiful name nonetheless!" She gave the long, black haired boy a questioning gaze as a very sad smile played on his lips.

"It is, isn't it?" He ignored Rosmerta's inquiry look and prepared to leave the tavern.

"Oh! I left my owl in my room and she's very tired, so could you not go in there, please? Poor thing got enough action yesterday to last the rest of the week." He left out the fact that there was also a very susceptible Cobra sleeping in his bed and then left The Three Broomsticks when Rosmerta nodded her assent.

"He's a strange one, that he is," an old wizard grunted out after the boy disappeared from the doorway.

Rosmerta nodded with a neutral face. "Yes he is. He came in really late last night, looking all disheveled and tired, asking for a room. I thought he was a student but he said he didn't go to Hogwarts. Yet, he doesn't look older than sixteen or seventeen."

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