The Chosen One. Harry Potter. Destined to defeat Lord Voldemort and- ultimately save the world, he supposed, like beating a more evil Grindelwald. It was tiring, and annoying, that going into a bookshop when he was younger could get him even more famous than he already was. Fame was sometimes a curse, no doubt..

He was busy. He was exhausted. So many people trying to kill him, so many people looking for him, the goddamn Ministry was a pain in the arse, Death Eaters, and it was hard to stay alive on school grounds alone. School was a distraction, but that only added to his piles and mountains of work.

Dead parents, dead godfather, dead everyone- when were people going to stop dying, for god’s sake! He needed something to take his mind off of it, he needed someone to look for, or hope for, maybe some kind of source of happiness? Other than his friends, nothing was technically- well, good.

Unless it was you.