over my head//open

Despite everything that had happened to him, Harry was a genuinely happy person. He tried to live every day to the fullest, with a big smile on his face. It was never really clear if he had this mentality because of what he’d been through or if he was just naturally that way. Harry tried to always have a smile on his face, to never take things to seriously and to always have fun with whatever it was that he was doing. That was the way everyone should live their lives, right?

Of course, then there were the moments when he would go in the completely opposite direction. Harry always did everything he could to suppress those memories of his time with the witches. The memories were horrible. He could remember not wanting to do what they asked of him, but their spell over him was too strong and he had no willpower of his own. Occasionally those memories would force themselves back into Harry’s conscious mind.

When this happened, he often turned to alcohol. He absolutely refused to believe that he had any sort of problem with the substance, but he rarely ever let anyone know about his issues. This is something that he’d kept a secret even from the Garretts – the people that he was closest to.

And that was what drove him to the local bar on this particular evening. It was a bar that was a bit out of the way. After all, he wasn’t really in the mood to run into anyone that he might know. He just wanted to overindulge a little bit to force those horrible memories back to the darkness. “Give me an ale. Whatever you have,” he said as he brushed his curly dark hair out of his face and dropped down onto one of the bar stools. He received a quizzical look from the bartender, but she went to get his drink.