Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. I do not own Jacob Black from Twilight.

Leaving

It was usual at that time of year for dark, fluffy clouds to accumulate and light rain to drizzle. It was not heavy, but it was enough that children were yelled back inside by concerned mothers, and hanged clothes were put into laundry baskets and carried indoors.

The drizzle, in itself, was not harmful to one Jacob Black, who was lying on a park bench and watching the sky as it rumbled softly, using both his hands to pilllow his short, cropped-haired head. He waited for someone as he toyed with the idea of running away and leaving his family for good. It was a bad idea, he admitted, for him to think of doing so, and for him to be out here, waiting, when doing he was, simply put, endangering the person he was about to meet. That's his life, anyway--centered around bad ideas and failed decisions. But what could he do? It was this person who asked to meet him here by a bench in Surrey Park. "It's something important," the person told him, and he was not one who denied this person of a request.

They're unfit to be guardians, Jacob thought bitterly, everytime it came up. What they did was unfair and,

"Jacob," a quiet voice came from behind him. Jacob closed his eyes and sat up, burying his face in his wet, rough hands. He didn't want to see what prominent damage was there to see this time.

"Harry," Jacob muttered, "how are you?". He didn't look up when Harry placed a hand on his shoulder and sat down next to him. He could feel Harry's cool skin against his. When he finally couldn't bear it anymore, he peeked out of his hands.

Harry was smiling.

He let his hand drop and gazed at Harry's smile. It was all that mattered at times--Harry's easy, reassuring smile. Sometimes he feels selfish whenever he wishes for it from Harry, when he knows very well that it's hard to make Harry do so. But this time, Harry's smile was big and sincere, and at once Jacob lit up.

"You're smiling," said Jacob, grinning himself.

"Yup," Harry replied, looking at the gloomy sky like it was a perfect, sunny day. Jacob on the other hand, did not have to reminisce, when Harry was beside him, beaming like the sun.

Harry's sight dropped and settled on Jacob's grinning face. His own face scrunched up into an amused frown.

"Stop that," Harry said, but Jacob's grin only got wider.

"Stop what?" he said cheerfully.

"Being all smile-y," Harry exclaimed, not serious.

"Can't help it. Sorry, " Jacob said, and pulled Harry in his arms, chest to back.

"Why not?" Harry whined affectionately.

"'Coz I'm here. With you, " he pointed out, "and you're smiling. I rarely see that." His arms tightened protectively around Harry, and Harry leaned into Jacob's warmth. Cool weather and rain ignored, Jacob was always warm. "You should really think about leaving them."

Harry sighed. As always when they met, conversation with Jacob almost always slowly leaned towards the 'let's leave together and be brothers' talk. He would take it all calmly, and when Jacob was done, he would use rational, and sometimes, family-related excuses until eventually Jacob backs down.

"Jacob... I don't want to talk about it this time. Just let me be with you for the last time," Harry said sadly.

Jacob tried, unsuccessful, to smooth Harry's hair. "It's okay, Harry, it's okay. I won't bring it up again. I'm sorry."

"I'm fine," Harry gasped, "Happens all the time."

Jacob rested his forehead on Harry's shoulder and breathed. Harry's scent was comforting, soothing.

Jacob ran through the words, and then his head popped out of Harry's shoulder. "Last time?" he asked, worried.

Harry closed his eyes and nodded only a fraction.

Jacob, at once, stood up, jerking Harry off him.

"What do you mean? Is it them? They're asking us not to meet? How could they!?" he yelled too fast for Harry to comprehend, but he was already calming Jacob down.

"No Jacob, it's not them," he assured, and Jacob's heavy breathing started to slow. His hands, though, were still clenched into tight fists.

"Why? Why the last time?" he demanded. Harry looked downcast, but spoke immediately.

"I'm leaving. To a boarding school. I...can't say where."

Jacob stood there for a moment, looking at Harry with an unreadable expression. And then, he shook his head wildly, beads of water flying out of his hair.

"You can't. I won't let you."

Harry sighed again. He did plenty of that with Jacob. "Jake, it's not going to be that hard for me..."

"Yeah, but did you ever ask yourself if it will be hard for me?"

Harry was taken aback by the bold statement. It'll be hard for Jacob? How? Why?

"Why?" Harry asked, truly confused.

"Harry, you've been my best friend for seven years! Isn't that worth something?" Jacob closed in and took Harry in his arms again. Harry heard a sniffle, adn then smiled a faint smile.

"You're crying," Harry pointed out.

"I'm not crying. I'm just...yeah, I'm crying. Crap, Harry! You're leaving! Is there any reason for me not to cry?" he chuckled, and his arms got tighter.

"Jake--can't--breathe!" Harry gasped, and Jacob instantly let go, apologetic. His eyes were teary but he's smiling. Harry's breath hitched--he'd never seen this Jacob before.

"At least you'll be safe from them. Are you gonna be safe there? What school is it? Where is it found? Can I visit some time?" Jacob asked a flurry of questions enthusiastically. Harry smiled again. He adored Jacob when he's in his usual warm, charismatic, jibbery side. He threw the guy another hug.

"I'm just gonna miss you, Jake. I promise I'll write to you."

"Alright, Harry. I'll miss you, too."

A/N: A piece here just to jupm start things. Hopefully it hooks attention. ^^