The End & The Beginning

"Harry Potter."

A pair of emerald green eyes snapped open, the owner of said eyes sat up immediately, his head constantly moving so he could look all around while sweat poured down his forehead, his hair was flattened down. He looked around, on his right was a bed, he was not really sure why he kept it, he never used it. His hands came up and rubbed the tiredness out of his face, he sat still with his face in his hands for several minutes before he was finally ready to stand up.

He stood up and stretched before letting out a yawn, he reached down and picked up his cushion and blanket before throwing them onto the bed, he shook his head and walked out of the room before he walked into the bathroom. He closed and locked the door, he walked to the bathroom. After he took a piss he walked to the sink, he washed his hands and slapped cold water onto his face several times. He looked up at the mirror in front of him, he saw himself look back.

His hair was messy, it was always messy, it looked wild as if he had just been in large wind, he had gotten that from his father. However the one thing he did not get from his father was the color of his hair, white as freshly fallen snow, he knew he got his share of odd looks due to his hair color but found that he really did not care, there was only so much time somebody could put into worrying about what others thought before they decided it was not worth the effort.

His green eyes, those bright emerald orbs that he got from his mother, slowly dimmed in colour. They started shifting from green to grey, a colour he did not get from his mother. He pulled out a toothbrush and gently poured some toothpaste onto it, he did not really have to do it, there were quicker and easier ways to clean his teeth but he wanted to, if for no other reason than to waste time and give himself something to do. After cleaning his teeth he washed his face again.

"The boy-who-lived." A voice whispered into his ear, he did not want to turn, he knew that the one who the voice belonged to was not there, he never was. But he did turn, he was not sure if he did it just to prove to himself that he was alone or simply survival instincts that told him not to take chances and make sure or perhaps simply because it was just a habbit. When he looked he saw that he was, as he expected, completely alone.

Harry splashed water on his face once more before he exited the bathroom, he walked to his kitchen and began preparing his breakfast. His apartment might not be the biggest or flashiest but he did like the homey feel he got from it. It was a single bedroom apartment, Harry's bedroom was rather impersonal as it pretty much just had a bed, windows, clothes closet, a desk, a chair, a nightstand and a laptop on the desk and that was it. His bathroom was a simple bathroom, not ridiculously clean nor was it at all dirty, just a simple bathroom. Harry's kitchen was also a simple kitchen with all the necessities a kitchen needed plus a white marble kitchen bar but Harry barely ever used it. The kitchen was joined with the living room.

Harry felt himself get nudged slightly and looked down to see what was currently his best and only friend.

"Hey Padfoot." Harry said before he took his food and and walked into the living room followed by Padfoot, Harry's furry black dog. Harry sat on his sofa and placed his food on the coffee table in front of him. As Harry began eating Padfoot jumped up on the sofa and laid down next to him. "Let me finish eating then I will get you breakfast." Harry said, Padfoot let out a small bark before he placed his head on Harry's lap. Harry snorted with amusement but assigned his non-eating hand to petting Padfoot while he ate his breakfast with the other.

Once he was done with his breakfast he stood picked up his breakfast and stood up, Padfoot whined at the loss of contact.

"I am getting your breakfast." Harry rolled his eyes as he walked towards the kitchen and dropped his plates into the sink, before he could do anything else he heard a knock on the door. Harry quickly washed and dried his hands before he walked up to the door, he opened it to reveal a pretty blonde haired girl who was giving him a shy smile. "Hi Alexis." Harry smiled at her, Alexis was the nineteen year old daughter of Harry's landlord, she also had a bit of a crush on him.

"Uh...hi Harry." Alexis smiled, she gave him a small wave before she quickly brought her hand back down. "Um...how are you?" She asked.

"I am fine, how about you?" Harry asked.

"I am good...um my mother wanted me to tell you that she's will be busy the next collection date so you can pay this months rent with next months."

"Well thank you for letting me know," Harry nodded. "is there anything else I can help you with?" Harry asked.

"Um no, wait...actually I am going to go to a party later today with my friends, we are going to a bar, I was wondering if you wanted to come." She said with a hopeful look.

"Sorry," Harry said in an apologetic manner. "but I do have plans today." Harry said, hoping she did not ask what plans because that meant he would have to come up with plans, while she was a good looking girl Harry was not interested, sadly she never seemed to take his subtle hints.

"Oh...okay," She said, her smile got visibly smaller and her voice showed how she disappointed she was. "okay, maybe another time." She said before walking off. Harry sighed before he closed the door, he looked at Padfoot who looked quite amused.

"Shut it." Harry said before he walked over to get the dog food.