A/N: This is different from the rest of the fanfics i started writing but didn't finish, i've completely jumped Harry's 7th year to write from the point of view of Season Armonia, a Slythering living the 'post war' to make it more interesting and not risk any guesses about the 7th book (i don't care if Harry is meant to die, here he's not! And, who can deny that Voldemort's defeated in the end?). Please inform me of any grammar mistakes that you find, i am quite secure of my english but still it isn't my first language!

Well, other than that read and review!

Emtec.

Surrounded by fools –or so she thought.

1.

"You know, sometimes it's all right to cry."

"How would you know that?"

Great, one tries to be nice and is always reattributed with sarcasm. I would like to wipe sarcasm off this world… but then, what amusement would there be? He was just one little cry baby, who would snap at someone that is trying to actually make use of her maternal instincts for once in a great while?

However, I tried not to let my short temper get the better of me. I don't know if it was because of my will or not, there was just something appealing in the angry and teary eyes of the young boy that made me want to befriend him and console him… I knew he was a first year, not just because of his height or undeveloped physique or because of the soft features still adorning his face, but because I recognized him to be one of the last first years boys to be sorted into Slythering in the first day of school's banquet; he had been snickered at because the hat had taken longer than usual to decide over his house, but he had been sorted out at last. A week later after the start of classes I still remembered him; that was something for someone like me...

"I know because everyone tells you that, that's how" I said matter-of-factly deciding not to lie to him. I couldn't pretend like I was good at giving advise, I never was and never will be, but those pick up lines you just hear everywhere.

"Leave me alone" he said hiding his head between folded arms, the same way that a child that hasn't been given the gift he has asked for his birthday would –spoiled brat.

I knew exactly what the matter here was; I had seen it with my own eyes. He had been taunted by the first year boys because of his surname and about not being a pureblood. I had been surprised myself that a half-blood had been sorted into Slythering, but still I had found their taunting childish and unasked for. Whoever said children were the synonym of innocence? Children can be as cruel as adults –meaning between them, of course-, the damage made by one child to the other can be enormous, more than that of an adult to a small child, leaving aside any kind of perverted thing… I'm talking about psychologically.

I'm speaking like some kind of amateur psychologist, I know, but I've learned about these kind of things just by observing, that's all I do. By observing one can learn very interesting things…

So I had seen these kids been mean to this other kid and I had immediately told them to sod off, it's also interesting the power a seventh year can have over a first year…

So that's how I got to the present situation.

"I will if you cry".

Now he did look up, to glare furiously at me. His eyes were still filled with tears, but I could bet that the anger of having me bothering him made them more watery still, in a anger-watery-like-sort of way.

Almost everyone had retired to their bedroom, and I knew that in any moment I would be given the order to make sure that everyone was in their beds. No one was paying attention to us, so if he did decide to finally let the tears fall, no one would see him… I was surprised at myself for my own consideration.

"Are you going to start bothering too?" he said with anger, his voice becoming raspy at the end as if he had something in his throat… I knew better, though.

Surprisingly, I didn't answer to his rhetorical question with a sarcastic remark as I usually did with everyone else, I didn't feel like being sarcastic with him. Instead, I leaned in front of him so that my eyes would be at the same level of his, and stared into his teary and angry dark, dark, eyes with wonder. I felt an unusual rush of tenderness towards him, very unusual; the feeling felt really odd, and I wasn't comfortable with it.

"It's all right, you can cry, there's no one to mock you about it around" I said.

"Stop. doing. that. " he hissed stressing furiously in each word. He was on the verge of tears now, I could see it.

Ignoring him, I sat next to him in front of the common room's studying table. He furiously stood up and glared with all his might at me. I was not in the least bit affected, I expected him to do that, or more likely, be like that. I found myself wondering when I had become so wise… I still had to test the results, though.

"Doing what?" I said, sounding confused.

"Using that tone on me. I don't need your pity. I didn't need your help, so stop sounding so condescending about it" wow, condescending… that was one big word in an eleven year old mouth. But he was still in the verge… he hissed his words like a real snake out at me.

I placed my elbow on the table and hold my head cocked in my hand, resting its weight on it, like that I looked openly and wonderingly at him.

"Why didn't you talk to them like that?"

That did it. I realized in time when the table started to shake under the weight of my arm, I lifted it off immediately; I certainly wasn't expecting that reaction. The bank started to shake too under me and I quickly jumped off it before it went soaring upwards and crashing into the ceiling. The same way that it had gone up, it came crushing down, responding once again to the effects of gravity.

I jumped a meter backwards as it threatened to fall on my head, I was saved by a very significant inch from having my head cracked opened. I collapsed hardly on the marble floor.

I had closed my eyes tightly shut preventing myself to see the mess it all would be if it did fell on my head. I was gratefully relieved when I saw the bank with its legs facing upwards an inch away from me. I looked around and found the boy sitting in a corner of the common room. I stood up and run truly concerned at his side. He was looking down at his feet, and under the coat of dark brown hair falling into his face I could distinguish traces of wet tears on his cheeks.

"You okay?" I said peeking down at him, leaning in front of him. He nodded and for a moment didn't look up at me. Something white entered my nostrils and I sneezed, loudly, an 'Atchu!' not typically coming out from me. That made him look up at me, but I was now glaring and studying the white cracked paint of the ceiling. I then looked around again.

The common room wasn't all the same mess, only the sector in which we were. The silver and white decorations remained still imposing and unchanged, nothing ever seemed to affect the elegance and aristocracy and snobbishness of the room. "You did quite a mess" I said admiringly. Surprisingly he smiled sheepishly directing his smile nowhere in particular. I looked back at him and read the tiredness in his eyes, he had had to use some amount of magic to do the mess he had caused, and crying also tires people… I also heard that somewhere.

Just in that moment, one of the head prefects decided to come down through the girl's wing stairs.

"Armonia, you were supposed to be doing your prefect round dow- What the hell happened here?!" Pansy Parkinson demanded as she looked wide eyed to where we were standing. I dismissed the cause of her outburst as unimportant.

"Just had a little duel. Reparo!" I said flicking my wand around and fixing the ceiling and the cracks of white that covered Slythering's studying tables and bibliotheca, I also returned the bank to its original position. Pansy looked suspiciously at me and curiously back at 'the boy' –I didn't know his name yet- not satisfied with my answer.

"Who won?" she said eagerly. I had to fight back a smirk; what a typical Slythering, always asking for the uninteresting part of the matter. Did winning have to do with ambition? Really, what should matter to her should be how much we had managed to hurt each other.

"It was a draw, if you must know" I said uninterested, without looking at her while brushing the dust that was still attached to my robes; I knew Pansy knew I was a good dueler, which would give the boy quite a positive impression in her eyes.

Indeed, her eyes shone brighter and brushed curiously through the boy's figure, she was far away enough to not be able to distinguish that he had been crying.

"I'll take him to the hospital wing and see if I can be attended myself" I said not even thinking about having myself nursed. Pansy nodded, her short black hair bounced with each nod. I walked up to the boy and instructed him to get up and follow me, he obeyed without objecting which I silently thanked; a complain from his mouth would have cost me more time in the presence of the pestering head prefect, a Slythering would never oblige another Slythering to go to the hospital wing against his will, I was grateful that he was still so young and ignorant.

"Don't let yourself get caught by Filch" was her last helpful warning as we went through the portrait hole. As if I would ever allow myself to be caught on purpose… after all, we Slytherings didn't possess the virtue of being sneaky for nothing.

We walked through the dark corridors in silence, I making him stop or hide behind one of the armors whenever I felt or heard someone approaching. I was really going towards the hospital wing. When we got there, he stared apprehensively at the uncannily white hospital wing's door as they glowed in the darkness. They looked eerie in the dark.

"Don't worry," I consoled him "what's scarier is inside".

I pushed the doors opened and he stepped inside right behind me. I was received by a stern looking Madam Pomfrey standing with her hands on her hips and looking accusingly at me.

"This are no hours for roaming through the halls, prefect or not" she said glaring down at the green and silver badge on my robes. I rolled my eyes, not caring to hide the rude gesture from her.

"He needs assisting, what was I supposed to do? Leave him in the hands of our incompetent head-prefect with a high fever?" she looked at me accusingly signaling the boy to come forward and feeling his forehead; she took her hand out immediately, as if it had burned.

"Dear, you are as hot as a dragon, what have you been doing?" she said pushing him unceremoniously behind one of the bed's curtains and urging him to change into a magically summoned pajama, not giving him time to answer.

"Accidental magic, actually" I chirped in, without hiding the fact that I was impressed. She too looked startled for a moment, but recovered quickly.

"So that was it" Madame Pomfrey said nodding in understanding. "What is your name?" she asked him once he had changed and come out from behind the curtains.

"Alexander Mud" he said, tiredness evident in his voice.

So that was his name… poor boy, no wonder he had been snickered at, I admit I would've laughed too if I had been in the mood…

"Alexander, you will be drinking all the content of this little bottle" Madame Pomfrey said handing him an almost diminutive potion bottle with a green substance that seemed to be made up of different herbs. "Gulp it in one breath; otherwise it won't have any effect. But first, go to bed".

Alexander did as he was told and without rejecting the invitation went straight to bed. Believing my duty done, I turned to head back to my common room.

"And where do you think you are going?" Madame Pomfrey said causing me to turn around to face her. I looked at her slightly confused.

"I am not at all sick, I came here just to bring him… so, I'll go back to my common room now" I said nervously, all cunningness gone; I didn't like being in any place that smelled like a hospital, and the hospital wing just did.

"Oh no, you are certainly not. It's past curfew and no students are supposed to be roaming through the corridors at this hour, regardless of the reason. I suggest you make yourself comfortable next to Mr. Mud's bed" she said bossily closing the hospital doors decidedly shut with her wand. I knew better than to bicker with a nurse, so I made myself reluctantly comfortable in the bed next to Alexander's.

"Good night" Madame Pomfrey said closing behind her a door that I supposed led to her bedroom. With a flick of her wand, the hospital wing remained in complete darkness.

I couldn't bring myself to sleep immediately, as much as I wanted to. I am a born insomniac, I never remembered a time where I could be able to close my eyes and get to sleep rapidly. That only contributed to make of me a not at all morning person, sometimes not even a day person.

Alexander shifted in the bed next to mine. I turned my head to face him; he hadn't drawn his curtains shut and I could feel him staring at me in the dark.

"Go to sleep" I said gently. What was it about this kid that made me be so soft? I was not a gentle person; I wasn't used to responding to my feelings and instincts.

Maybe he reminded me of someone… I couldn't place my finger in who was it that he reminded me of, but I could tell he was different from the other Slytherings… maybe it was because I felt different from the rest too...

"You knew that would happen, didn't you? You did it on purpose" he surprised me by stating; his voice didn't sound angry, just curious.

I didn't answer, just looked at him in wonder in the dark. What was his point? On purpose or not it had worked out and now thanks to it he was laying in the hospital wing with a high temperature. Of course it hadn't been in my plans that his reaction would be so powerful to the point of sending things flying around, I had just expected him to blow up something, maybe a window…

"Why did you do it?" he said asked, openly curious now.

I looked up trying to distinguish the hospital's ceiling in the dark.

"You needed it" I simply stated.

He remained in silence, deep in thought, it seemed to me.

"I guess you are right" he said, after some time. That made me smile. "What is your name?"

"Season Armonia" I said straightforwardly, strange of me, I never introduced my first name to anyone; I did though for some reason to him. I didn't waste time asking myself why, by now I was too sleepy to care.

"I'm Alexander" he said without having me ask him, "but you can call me Alex".