Okay, so I came up with this randomly in my head one day while I was doing dishes and started adding bits and pieces to it so it finally came out plot worthy! Now I'm going to be adding a OC in here, he's very important. I have completely based his looks and part of his personality from Ezra Miller's charactor from 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower.' I love that movie, just putting it out there, and if you haven't seen it I highly recomend that you do. Some of the characters may seem a bit OOC but everyone has personality changes when mixed with the right company, plus it's my story so I can do as I please! Perks of being the author I suppose. So enough of that, please review I feed on the attention!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, just my OC.

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It was a normal summer day for seventeen year old Harry Potter at the Dursley's, the chores they gave him weren't taxing in the least anymore. Even with his body littered in bruises and small cuts, he could breeze through all of the housework as well as the outside work well enough. Considering everything he went through to defeat Voldemort, the Dursley's chores were kitten play. He just wished he didn't have to be subjected to his uncle's beatings anymore, but with the roundup of the left over Death Eaters he was safest at his relatives' house.

"Boy, are you almost done out there?" Harry's aunt yelled out the back door to where the young boy was crouched over the plant bed, pulling the weeds from the soil. He sighed, knowing he had to make dinner for them very soon.

"Yes, aunt Petunia, I'll be in in just a minute!" he called back, remembering to be as polite as possible lest his uncle hear of him being rude. With a snooty nod, the woman went back to doing whatever the hell she did while Harry did all the work around the house. Pulling the last of the pesky weeds up, he sighed in relief of being done. All he had to do was make dinner and he would be free for the rest of the evening.

Making his way inside, he noted with distaste that some of Dudley's friends were crowded in the living room around the tv, playing on his cousin's new game system he just got a week ago. Ignoring them, he quickly washed his hands and started to make a large meal for his 'family.'

It was nearly done when he heard the front door open and close, signaling that his uncle was home from work. He went about the rest of his cooking in silence, actually enjoying making the meal. Call him feminine but he loved to cook as well as garden, it was just relaxing and he enjoying the task whole heartidly.

Once the food was done he set the table and cleaned up the kitchen while his family sat down to eat, having already gotten rid of Dudley's gang. Knowing he wasn't going to be eating, he quickly told his uncle he was going to the park as he had finished his chores for the day. After getting apporival Harry rushed up to his room and threw on some clean clothes, as the ones he had on smelled of sweat and dirt.

Once he was done he decended the stairs and was out the front door before his uncle could even remind him of him his curfew. Making his way down the street, Harry looked at the identical houses that lined the streets with distaste, knowing everyone in the neighborhood were gossipy and dull. They had nothing better to do than spread rumors about eachother, even their so-called friends no less, and belittle each other.

If it was one thing Harry couldn't stand it was prejudiced people who looked with disgust at anything that was different, and those feelings only intensified after the war. He had seen many of his friends and fellow students die at the hands of prejudiced maniacs, and he just couldn't figure out the point in it all. Even if the Light had 'won,' there was so much lost on both sides it didn't feel like anyone had won anything.

Harry pulled himself from his silent musings when he made it to the park, going to the swings to sit. He rocked back and forth slowly, enjoying the late evening sun on his face while it lasted. He couldn't remember a time where he could just sit around and not have to worry about looking over his shoulder, or making stradagies and battle plans. It was nice to just sit down and enjoy having free time for a chance without the worry of someone sneaking up on him to attack.

"Hey there!" a voice from right behind him cheered, causing him to jump and fall face first into the grass. A rich laugh rang out around him and he blushed softly in embarassment as he picked himself up off the ground. So much for not getting snuck up on anymore.

"I'm sorry about that. I didn't think I'd scare you." the person chuckled, helping aid Harry in his quest to stand. The young wizard looked up when he was on his feet to see a boy about his age who was a good 6 inches taller then him with black hair that curled around his face to just above his shoulders, pale skin, soft aristocrat features, and a pair of bright saphire eyes framed in thick black lashes. His looks didn't make him feminine at all, you could tell he was all male with the taught muscles that flexed under his skin when he moved, inhanced by the gray v-neck tshirt he had paired with a pair of wash jeans.

Coming out of his quick assessment of this new boy, Harry smiled and waved him off with a laugh. "No, I should have been paying more attention." he said, watching as the other boy took in his features as well. He knew he wasn't incredably handsome like the other boy, but he also knew he wasn't completely ugly either. His hair, which always gave him a hassle, stayed in a messy just-rolled-out-of-bed look, and he was very proud of his mother's light emerald eyes as well. He was still very short for his age, probably about 5'5", but he wasn't skrawny either. He had a seaker's build, slim with a muscled undertone.

"So, what's Harry Potter doing wandering around a muggle park anyway?" the boy asked, meeting his eyes and taking the smaller boy off gaurd with his question. How did he know who he was?

"How do you know my name?" Harry asked warrily, taking a small step back. The other boy laughed lightly, but Harry couldn't see any intention to harm him. He was relaxed and nonchalaunt.

"Well obviously I'm a wizard, Harry. The names Nathanial Atticus." he said, holding his hand out to shake. Harry hesitenly shook his hand before quickly returning his hand to his side.

"Relax, I'm not gonna harm you. I go to Hogwarts, but you probably wouldn't have noticed me. I'm in Slytherin." he said, an easy smile on his face as he sat on the swing right next to the one Harry had fallen out of.

"Oh, nice to meet you Nathanial." he said, slowly sitting on his vacaded swing. He couldn't tell if he should run or not. A lot of the Slytherins had been a part of Voldemort's army, but a quick look at his unblemished forearms told Harry he wasn't a Death Eater.

"Relax Harry, my family was neutral in the war. We didn't want to get involved." he chuckled, obviously having caught the smaller boy's glancing. Flushing red at being caught, Harry gave a sheepish smile.

"Sorry about that, I can never be too careful you know? A lot of people aren't too happy with me at the moment." he said, slowly swinging back and forth. Nathanial nodded, his eyes never leaving Harry.

"So why are you in a muggle neighborhood? You never answered me." he said, tilting his head to the side. Harry smiled, looking around the park. "I stay with my muggle relatives during the summer." he replied, hoping his voice didn't sound too bitter.

"Ah, that must be different." the other boy said, taking in the resentment shining in the other's eyes.

"So why are you in a muggle neighborhood?" Harry countered, genuinly curious. If the boy was in Slytherin he was probably a pureblood, and most pureblooded wizards didn't hang around muggle parks.

"Ah! Touche! My parents wanted to 'expland their horizens' I should say. They wanted to experience some of the muggle world so they bought a house not far from here." Nathanial grinned. He loved the idea of living amongst the muggles, they had a lot of briliant things like tv and cell phones.

"Wow, they sound like very open minded people." was all Harry said, watching as the sun sunk lower in the sky with a bit of worry. He didn't wanna go 'home' and he was having fun talking to Nathanial, but he also didn't want to deal with the consequinces of getting home late.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Nathanial asked, leaning closer to the other boy. Harry quickly fixed his attention to the taller boy and forced a smile.

"Yeah, it's just getting late. I gotta be home soon..." he said, averting his eyes to the ground under his feet. Nathanial narrowed his eyes as he saw the briefest flash of fear go through the other wizard's eyes.

"Are you scared of them? You don't seem to like them." he said, not one to beat around the bush at all. He hated skirting around an issue if it was clearly right in front of him, he chose to attack it head on.

"W-What? Afraid of them? Of course not, their my...family." he said, forcing the last word from his mouth but he knew he didn't sound very convincing. Nathanial was the first person to ever notice something was off with the way he acted with his relatives so he hadn't been expecting to respond to that type of question.

"You don't have to lie to me Harry. If there's one thing I'm good at it's reading people. And from what I'm reading, you aren't as comfortable with them as you like to put on." he said, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to figure out a reason why Harry would be afraid of his family. Then it hit him.

"Are they mistreating you?" he asked before the other had a chance to reply to his previous statement. Whatever Harry was about to say died on his lips as he gaped at this boy, practically a stanger, who had deciphered the entire secret that Harry had kept hidden his entire life.

"H-How did you know?" he asked, still in shock. Nathanial grimanced, his fun persona put on hold for a moment. The-Boy-Who-Lived was being abused at home? How had Dumbledore let this happen, didn't anyone check on the most important boy in the wizarding world?

"I had my suspicions but you just confirmed them." he said, running a hand through his hair. "You can tell someone, you know. Just talk to a teacher at school." he tried, but he knew that idea was shot when Harry stood up and took a step back. Nathanial followed, trying to keep him calm.

"No! You can't tell anyone Nathanial! Please." he said, his eyes darting around to make sure Dudley hadn't followed him and gone running home to tell Vernon that Harry had squeeled.

"Okay, okay. Just calm down, I won't say anything. I promise." he said, holding his hands up in surrender. He didn't want to let this go but it was Harry's choice and he couldn't take that from him. His choices had been taken from him the moment that prophecy had come into play.

"Thank you. It's really not a big deal, I'll be able to leave after the summer." he said, trying to calm his racing heart to a normal level. It wouldn't do if he defeated Voldemort only to die of a heart attack in a muggle park.

"Okay, it's your decision. But maybe I can be of some help. We can hang out, I can get you out of the house. You can even spend some nights at my house if you like." he said, a grin coming to his face once more.

Harry was shocked once again at this mysterious Slytherin boy. He barely knew him but he was offering to get him away from his relatives, to hang out with him? A Gryfindor? The prospect of having a friend for the summer outweighed the small amount of warriness that he had, so he grinned back.

"That sounds great. It'd be nice to have a friend outside of Hogwarts." he chuckled, Nathanial doing the same.

"So I'll meet you here tomorrow around noon? Do you have a cell phone?" Nathanial asked, making Harry frown. He could get the chores done by noon, Aunt Petunia could make dinner.

"Noon sounds good. But I don't have a cell phone, I was thinking of buying one but didn't see a point. I guess I could get one tomorrow." he said, shrugging. He had enough money from the Potter and Black vaults to last him ten lifetimes so why not splurge a little?

"We'll get you new clothes too! It'll be a regular teenage girl shopping spree!" Nathanial cried, laughing loudly. Harry followed suit, feeling truely happy for the first time in a long time.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow Nathanial." he said, smiling up at the other boy.

"Please just call me Nathan, I'm a teenager not a politician. I'll see you tomorrow, don't be late for our first date, you hear?" he said, poking Harry in the shoulder. Harry just laughed and waved goodbye before heading home. He smiled the whole way there, not even caring that he was a little late.

'Maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.'