What… what was he even supposed to do with sothing like that? Deep down a voice, sounding suspiciously like Ron or Sirius, whispered that he shouldn't waste such a 'gift' but he quickly ignored them.
Before he could worry any further a knock sounded at his door. His response at that point was almost automatic, sliding the objects back into the packaging then stuffing them in a nearby drawer and informing the individual, despite the breathlessness in his voice, to enter. A mont later he was greeted by the girl who looked the most like him.
"Are you feeling okay?"
He did his best to smile at her concern and nodded. "Yeah, it was just a long day for . I'm not used to this much holiday stuff."
Concern flooded her eyes as she took a few more hesitant steps into his room. "We… Amy and I, we have been thinking about last sumr, thinking about everything that's happened and well… we're worried about you."
They were worried about him? Sure, the situation wasn't perfect, but it didn't warrant concern, at least not in his mind.
"Marie told us about the fight Riddle had with Beatrice Haywood, before she was petrified, I an."
This brought a frown to his face and a search through his own mories for such a thing. "I wouldn't call it a fight Harriet. They just disagreed a bit that's all."
But there was a look in the raven-haired girl's eyes that told him she wouldn't be dissuaded so easily. "And Amy's own injury? It happened after another 'disagreent' with your Head of House didn't it?"
Again, he thought back to what had occurred. "I guess? It really wasn't that bad though, Grace… Professor Riddle just gets a bit… weird sotis."
Her stare made him feel as though she was looking into his very soul, and he couldn't help but twitch. "And you will be spending at least a day or two with her."
"Harriet," the boy almost sighed, "I understand your concerns but what happened isn't because of her."
"How can you be sure?"
It was a good question, and frankly Harry didn't have a good answer. "I just… am. She isn't like that, doesn't have it in her to hurt people, to be so carelessly aggressive."
"Again, how can you be sure?"
Harry stared at her for a second, choosing his words before speaking one more ti, "Because I've t people who were like that. Trust when I say she isn't."
She didn't seem convinced, but at least didn't want to argue further. "What uhm… are those?"
Harry glanced over to where his twin was looking, and imdiately froze. In his haste he had missed a few of the pictures that had been sent to him. He shifted a bit, unsure of how to exactly have that conversation. "Apparently one of my 'fans' thought I would enjoy more… revealing pictures of her."
Harriet blinked before realization settled in and she lit up with a blush, "Was that… normal? Where you co from, I an?"
Before he could even think about it he had shrugged, "I'm not really… I an I never really dated anyone but it probably happened. I'm sure most guys would have liked that sort of thing." He could imagine several of the Gryffindor boys greatly enjoying such a gift.
"Do you?"
Her voice brought him back to the present, along with the timid hopefulness it contained. "What?"
She blushed even brighter, fidgeting a bit where she stood, "Do you like that stuff? Seeing girls naked I an."
Now it was his turn to light up bright red because who asked sothing like that!? More importantly, what was he supposed to say to his younger, at least ntally, sister?
"Uhm… I an I am a boy so… yeah?"
She swallowed, and for the first ti he realized she had shut the door upon entering and mories of the previous sumr ca barging back into his mind. "Guys don't usually… like that sort of thing here. I overheard older girls talking about sending pictures like that and their boyfriends didn't really like them…"
Harry tried, really, he did, to figure that out. Were there more differences than he first realized? In his previous life no wizard would have complained about a cute girl sending them naked pictures. But then again, a lot of things were weirdly opposite.
Did that an…
Before he could finish the thought, movent redirected his attention to the bright-red girl still standing in his room. "I could… uhm… show you… if you want. O-only if you want though because we wouldn't force you to do anything you don't want."
"We?"
Harriet bit her lip, staring straight down at the floor perhaps in guilt or embarrassnt, "I-I an… Amy and I… if you ever wanted to… do anything or see anything I an…"
He would be lying if the thought hadn't crossed his mind, but at the sa ti it felt so… wrong. She wasn't even a teenager yet, he was so much older than her that it felt like he was manipulating her, using her like so sort of pervert.
"I just don't... want to take advantage of you or Amaryllis. This whole thing feels like I'm doing sothing bad, like I'm using you two or sothing."
She quickly shook her head, "You aren't Harry. Mom even warned us not to be using you, we just… well we want you to be happy and we don't like how it feels like you are being pushed towards Professor Riddle."
Harry nodded slowly, still clearly uncertain.
"And well, we do want this, but we don't want you to feel like you have to."
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