A storm was coming. He could feel it. The wind seemed to carry a certain warning within itself and the clouds began to spread over the horizon. It had been years since the snake incident, but the strangeness had not stopped. Harry could feel things sometimes- as if it was being carried across the breeze just for him. Sometimes he could tell when something would happen before it did, and other times he could remember back impossible years to before he was born.
After the death of the snake and near death of the boys, Harry decided to lock himself away from others- to try to protect them until he knew now to control the power that sometimes ran through him and overflowed. The other children began to tell stories of him- frightening the young ones. Harry soon became nothing more than an urban legend in his own home. The only one that really talked to him was Slick.
Slick was another boy at the orphanage. He was new- too new to have been there when the incident occurred all those years ago. He didn't see Harry lose control- slip into his mind and watch what horrors unfolded. Even today, Harry does not know if it was he who killed the snake- if it was he who ended a life. It still haunts him though. Slick helps him forget- to think of new crazy things like if a zombie bit a unicorn would it turn into a zombie unicorn- things that 10 year old boys were supposed to think about.
Slick smiled down at him as Harry sat on the bench.
"Lets go watch the other kids play soccer." The sun shined off of his honey brown hair, creating the illusion of a golden halo. You would never think the sun would soon end.
"No." Harry said looking up at the blue sky. "It is going to rain soon." Slick just shrugged and followed him inside. They were playing chess when it started pouring on the soccer game in the courtyard. Neither bothered to loom out of the window.