Harry, my Harry, has been having the best summer of his life minus the dementors. After murdering the Dursleys I had constantly dropped hints about Harry coming to visit and how sweet my boyfriend is and eventually, my Parents caved and said that he could stay over for the summer if his guardians let him. The Cheshire Cat grin I gave my father may have him doubting my sanity at the points he remembers it but oh well I was happy. a few days before we leave for the train Harry get's called into the headmaster's office to be told that his last remaining family is dead and he's a bit subdued after. He never liked them sure but he has a bad habit of assuming all the death around him are his fault. A few kisses and liberal use of the broom cupboards and he was cheered up though. I passed the news on of his relative's death with his permission to my parents and they got into contact with the Headmaster about letting him stay with us over the summer, they were opening up talks with him about staying there until he had his own place too. To Say that he was ecstatic would be an understatement, after I told him that his staying at mine over the summer was a plan I had been working on for the past two years he grabbed me and snogged the life out of me and then dragged me to myrtles bathroom, which was the nearest private spot. I may be the reason that Moaning Myrtle has a double meaning now and I still don't think she can look me in the eyes after what she saw halfway through that night, which is a shame really because she's actually really sweet once you get past the mopey self-hatred. So far we've gone to parks and museums and we still went to France again we just bought a ticket on the plane for Harry. We nearly vetoed the whole trip because adding on inclusions for another person just wasn't possible at the moment but after several hours of puppy dog eyes from me and an under-the-table bribe to my dad with some fudge he's partial to as a guilty pleasure despite being a dentist and he finally caved to letting him sleep in a room with me but only if he got a solemn promise from Harry that he wouldn't do anything, to which Harry just silently held his hand out to shake and whatever unspoken promise happened there is simply none of my business since I got to cuddle with my boyfriend in a Hotel in France.