Harry is waddling the halls after a rather large lunch belly stretching his shirt. The stress of being the Heir of slytherin was getting to him. and it showed harry was definitely fatter than he was at the start of his 6th year having largely kept trim and fit his past 5 years. but this year the hate and fear against him plus the war caused him to just feel trapped like no one wanted to help him. even his friends were weary or too caught up with themselves to pay attention to him. So he was left all alone and he found only one thing that helped him in this time. Food the house elves being friendly was not helping his waistline either he'd go down to the kitchen each day intending only a snack after lunch leaving with a very bloated gut. He thought Malfoy would mock his weight but he was really cagey lately looking pale and closed off.
While harry was waddling trying to calm his stomach he heard the sound of running water and saw some leaking and he decided to go check out what was going on in the bathroom he found a mess he also saw something moving as fast as his fat bloated lethargic body would let him move he hobbled over to the item and found a book since it was obviously left here and he checked through it and it was blank. "This is really weird" he unintentionally said aloud probably too full to think to himself.
He waddled out quickly before anyone saw and as he walked a sound he was used to made itself known while he was thinking about what to write in it. His stomach somehow he was hungry and he could feel it to. So he waddled his way down to the kitchens. Tickled the pear and was once again greeted by the house elves waddled over to a table took out his quill and before he could get started nibble. Well he intended to nibbble but ate with wreckless abandon enjoying feeling happy and content if only just for a little while.
He inked his quill and then began writing the text disappeared and thats when harry should have thought something was wrong but when it started to talk back. He was enjoying having someone to talk and vent even if it was merely just a book.
So as he ate he wrote and spoke with the book. Told it everything on his mind.
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