Chapter 4

I saw Harry with some of the other students, and they all looked twice my size. Nobody lisped or flapped their wrists, though, to be honest, I didn’t either. Nobody knew anything about music unless it was death metal or in the top ten or something. I just kept quiet.

The best classes were the hands-on ones, and I don’t mean when we got our hands on actual car engines. I mean hands-on like when Harry would stand behind me, his arms around me and his hands on mine, guiding them to where they needed to be. Of course, I got hard, but I now wore a one-piece cover-all over my regular clothes, so nobody could tell a thing.