I was reading Stardust and this happened.
Catch a falling star
(and put it in your pocket)
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It's a cold November night when the star falls from his home and into the backyard of Harry James Potter in a blaze of light, and terrifying high-pitched screams.
Harry takes a moment to stare sadly at his ruined flower bed, before he hauls the beautiful blonde boy (who is pale, bleeding, and completely starkers) and brings him inside, away from the freezing wind.
When the boy wakes up, (he has the nicest eyes) he's absolutely horrified to find himself in a soft, warm bed, completely disgusted to be wearing comfortable, warm clothes, and extremely distressed to find a green-eyed strange (but pretty) human-like thing staring at him.
He starts screaming.
Harry decides to keep him.
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