Three words, say it and I'm yours
chapter 3
The Great hall was filled with happy witches and wizard’s. Despite the fact that their in the middle of an upcoming war, they still want this ceremony to be cheerful and meaningful. The ceremony was about to start at any moment, only waiting for one important person. Harry Potter.
Everyone knew that Harry had been actively participating in minimizing the dark side this past year. In fact he was the one leading the team in every mission.
When the Great hall door opened and Harry walked in, everybody gone silent. Even though everybody was well aware of the physical changes of their golden boy, they were still mesmerized every time they saw him well dressed and clean up. But the reaction of the two slytherin at the head table was the most outstanding.
Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape was engrossed in their own conversation that they haven’t noticed that the person everyone was waiting already entered the great hall. Both of them was annoyed, saying that Potter still haven’t change of being an arrogant and attention seeker, letting people wait for his presence.
But when the entire hall gone silent, they snapped their gaze towards the door and was shocked when Potter strode in. This was not the Potter they knew two years ago. This boy, no, this young man, radiates great power and confidence. And as much as they hate to admit it, he was stunning, gorgeous, breathtaking. Gone were the scrawny little boy, with large round glasses and messy black hair. And what shocked them more, was the odd tingling sensation they felt the moment they laid eyes on the green eyed gryffindor.
Harry flinched inwardly when everyone gone still the moment he entered the great hall./ taking a deep breath, he held his head up high, and strode towards his seat confidently. He was well aware of a pair of silvery grey eyes, and onyx eyes that was staring at him intently from the head table, that very moment he stepped i the great hall. And now he was having a hard time restraining himself from wondering his gaze in that part of the head table, where the two slytherin seated. His heart was clenching painfully with the thought that they’re just there, so near, yet so far. Untouchable. Unreachable. He wanted badly to ran towards them, to tell them everything, just to feel their warm embrace again. Those arms that always provide him comfort and safety. his sanctuary. His HOME. Where he belong, and always will.
His thoughts was cut off when someone nudged him from his side, and his name was called once again. But the moment he stood up, a loud explosion and scream from outside interrupted the peaceful ceremony, then all hell broke lose.