Ch113- Finally Home

Ch113- Finally Home

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As they approached the station, the anticipation was palpable. Harry, leading the way, couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of exploring Hogsmeade in the future. "You know," Harry said, turning to Hermione and Neville, "I've read that Hogsmeade is the only all-wizarding village in Britain. I'm looking forward to seeing it for myself."

Hermione, always eager to share knowledge, nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, it's full of history and magical intrigue. I can't wait to visit the shops and learn more about the village's past."

Neville, a bit more reserved but equally intrigued, added, "Heard Shrieking Shack. It is said it's the most haunted building in Britain."

Susan and Hannah, listening in, were drawn into the conversation. Susan, her earlier shyness around Harry diminishing, said, "I'm excited to visit Honeydukes. I've heard they have the most amazing chocolate." for new novels

Harry smiled, pleased to see the group warming up to each other. "Well, it sounds like we'll have plenty to explore when we get the chance. And Susan, I'm with you on the Honeydukes visit. Chocolate is always a good idea."

Outside the castle gates, a line of carriages awaited, seemingly propelled by an unseen force. Hermione, her curiosity piqued, glanced around before asking, "Are these carriages pulled by magic?"

Harry surveyed the scene, his eyes catching on the majestic creatures at the forefront of each carriage, visible only to him. The Thestrals, with their leathery wings and skeletal bodies, were a sight not everyone could see, a privilege—or curse—granted only to those who had witnessed death. He chose to remain silent on the matter, realizing the topic of Thestrals might be too heavy for his friends, especially given their age. However, his gaze inadvertently drifted to Neville, who seemed to be deliberately avoiding looking at the front of the carriages. A realization dawned on Harry, 'Neville can see them,' he thought, a question forming in his mind about who Neville might have seen die.

As they neared Hogsmeade Station, nestled snugly between the grandeur of Hogwarts Castle and the picturesque village of Hogsmeade, the atmosphere was charged with the excitement of exploration and the prospect of the forthcoming holidays. The group, led by Harry, moved towards the platform, eager to board the train that would take them to King's Cross Station in London.

As they settled into an empty compartment, Harry's thoughts turned towards Petunia, a mix of anticipation and a slight tug of homesickness coloring his emotions. He was eager to share the magical world's wonders with her, perhaps even more eager to see her reaction to it all. He pulled out a book, "A Wizard of Earthsea" by Ursula K. Le Guin, and began to read, immersing himself in the tale of Ged, a young wizard finding his place in the world.

Nigel, ever the source of commentary, piped up in Harry's mind, "Ah, delving into the classics, are we? Fascinating how Le Guin's work has influenced a generation. There's a rumor, you know, that it laid the groundwork for that other famous series about a boy wizard. The parallels between the magical schools are rather striking, wouldn't you say?"

As they made their way out of the station, Harry shared snippets of his life at Hogwarts—his achievements, the friends he had made, and the unique challenges he had faced. Petunia listened intently, her eyes occasionally widening in surprise at the magical world's wonders and dangers alike.

Misty, carrying Harry's luggage with a simple flick of her magic, followed closely. "Master Potter, your room is prepared, and I've added some new books to your collection," she informed him, a hint of pride in her voice for her thoughtfulness.

Petunia, catching on to the mention of books, smiled at Harry. "I've also got a surprise for you at home," she teased, sparking Harry's curiosity. "Is it another attempt at baking, Aunty?" Harry joked, remembering past culinary adventures that had varied results.

Petunia laughed, a sound Harry found surprisingly pleasant. "No, dear. I've left the baking to the experts this time. You'll just have to wait and see," she replied, her tone mysterious.

As they approached their home, Harry felt a mix of nostalgia and excitement. The once dreary place had transformed in his absence, with traces of warmth and care in every corner. Petunia had taken to adding small touches that made the house feel more welcoming—a stark contrast to the cold environment that once defined it.

Entering his room, Harry was greeted by the sight of new books lined up on his shelf, their spines promising untold stories and knowledge. Misty hovered nearby, eager to see his reaction. "Thank you, Misty. These look fantastic," Harry said, genuinely pleased with the thoughtful addition.

Petunia, standing at the doorway, watched the interaction with a soft smile. "There's more," she hinted, leading Harry downstairs to reveal the surprise—a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, its lights twinkling merrily in the dimming light of the evening.

Harry's eyes lit up at the sight, a sense of home filling him. "It's beautiful, Aunty. Thank you," he said, his voice carrying a weight of gratitude and newfound affection for the place and the people who made it home.

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