LesAutresSonIdiots – Neat! And I will!

E.M Emrys – Ambitious jerks have all the fun.

The Lady Morana – Yes. The scar will come up, but for right now his bangs are hiding it. And yes, it is very wrong for them to have a relationship, especially with them both being male. But technically they aren't in a relationship yet. Have fun with homework!

Yet-another-Gaara-fangirl – Oh geez! I usually type the name out once then add it to my WORD's vocab so if I type it out wrong the first time, and keep spell checking it to the wrong way…I was wondering why I couldn't spell his last name right for anything! Thank you. Anyways, rest assured Grindelwald will come up, and so will their male on male issues. Wouldn't have mentioned them if they didn't, eh? As far as anyone noticing, people will, and haven't yet because Albus his very sly. Thanks for the review!

Night Fury – I like that. "Wicked". Thanks for the review, and I will!

Chapter ThreeSeashell Kisses

Spring had slowly crept up on winter. The trees were lime green, promising bright flowers and lush forest colors soon. Harry had agreed to meet Albus outside during lunch, as most of their meeting had been inside a class room and library, where they had ended up talking about spells or other academic things, but very little about one another.

Harry walked down the steps, clutching a basket full of food that the house elves had eagerly given to him. He saw Albus in the distance sitting under a small tree, which Harry knew would grow to a very big tree in the years to come. He walked over and Albus got up, helping him spread out the blanket before they both sat on it, basket untouched for now.

"So Albus, I never see you sitting with your brother at meal times." Harry started off lightly.

Albus shrugged. "We've both grown apart." He said simply. When Harry just frowned, waiting for more, he reluctantly added, "We both have a lot of family issues to deal with."

"Family issues?" Harry asked, as if he didn't know. Albus's sister being tortured and his father sent to Azkaban. His mother would soon die as well, although Albus didn't know that. Harry wished he could warn him, but it would be wrong.

"Yes, family issues." Albus said, clearly not wanting to elaborate. He began to look in the basket for food then and Harry followed him, frowning.

"So, what about you? Any siblings?" Albus asked before biting into his food.

Harry shrugged. "No. Only child." He said simply.

"What were your parents names?" Albus asked.

"I…I don't remember." Harry lied.

"Oh, are you an orphan?" Albus asked, moving closer to Harry and put a comforting arm around his waist.

Harry blushed, becoming flustered fast. Why hadn't Albus put his arm around his shoulders instead? "I can't tell you." Harry said.

"What? You want me to tell you about myself, but you won't tell me anything about you?" Albus said, his grip on Harry loosening, like he was about to take it away.

He didn't get the chance, however, because Harry got up quickly and without a word, ran off.

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Harry was sitting in his room, clutching a book in his hands but not opening it to read. He stared into the fire instead. He couldn't tell Albus anything. If he did things might change. He could never be born if he told Dumbledore about himself. Who knew what would happen?

Oh God it was so confusing!

A sharp knock on his door made his head snap up, and for a long while he stared at it. There was a second knock and Harry finally got to his feet and walked over to it. He knew who was on the other side. He didn't know how Albus had found his private rooms, but he had.

Never before had a golden doorknob meant so much. That little, gleaming doorknob meant keeping Albus out or letting him in. Harry stared at the shine on it from the fireplace, the little rays of light dancing and changing shape across the smooth metal surface.

The door flew open and slammed Harry in the face, knocking him to the floor and out of his doorknob trance.

"Harry?" Albus asked uncertainly, looking down at him with a worried look on his face.

"Got to start locking the door, I guess." Harry groaned and slowly got to his feet, rubbing the back of his head.

"Harry we need to talk." Albus said, not wasting any time. Harry looked at him for a long moment then sighed and nodded, moving over to the couch he had been sitting on previously. Albus followed him. "I want you to let me in. I want to get to know you, Harry. How can I do that if you never tell me anything about yourself?" Harry looked at him for a while then away, sighing deeply.

"Okay." Harry said. Maybe it was the bump on the head, or just because he so wanted to trust Albus, but either way he was willing to tell him. He had to tell someone or he'd go crazy. But he had to ask one thing. "But I want to know why. Why do you care so much, Albus? Why does me not telling you about myself bother you so much?"

Harry and Albus looked at each other. Albus was looking at Harry strangely, as if he had just asked the dumbest question ever. Harry adverted his eyes after a few heartbeats. "Obviously that was a stupid question. I just…" He trailed off and looked up when he felt Albus's hand on his knee. The boy leaned forward and pressed his lips to Harry's own.

His lips were chapped. They reminded him of a seashell he had felt in his muggle science class before he came to Hogwarts. But it wasn't unpleasant in the least. Harry kissed Albus back and they broke apart several seconds later.

"That's why." Albus said simply. Harry smiled at him and moved forward, pressing himself into Albus's chest and laying his head on his shoulder. He waved his wand to lock his door then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Albus waited for him to talk patiently, stroking his hair softly as Harry got himself together. "I'm from the future." He said finally, hoping Albus wouldn't think he was lying.

"Harry, you can't tell me anything else." Albus said after a slight hesitation.

"What? But you-" Harry started, then stopped, hurt coursing through him. Albus had wanted to know, and now all of the sudden he didn't. Harry suddenly felt very insecure. Did the other boy just kiss him to get him to talk, and now regretted it? Harry pulled away from Albus, feeling tears form in his eyes. "Get out." He hissed.

"Harry-"

"LEAVE!" Harry roared, pointing his wand at Albus. Albus looked at him for a long moment then sighed and got up, unlocking the door and walking out.

Harry collapsed on his couch and sobbed.

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Harry became very busy after that. It seemed that avoiding Albus Dumbledore was a full time job. In class he pretend the boy didn't exist, and he'd hurry out of the room as soon as the bell rang. At meal times he focuses on his plate and the other teachers, pretending the mass of students before him wasn't there.

And he always traveled in a crowd in the halls, so Albus could never talk to him.

But one day he was running late to class. He had slept late that morning, having been up most of the night before thinking about Albus and grading paper. He turned a corner and ran right into someone's chest. That someone grabbed him before he fell and Harry found himself looking into startling blue eyes.

Before Harry could say a word Albus had him pinned against a near by wall, their lips pressing together. They kissed each other feverishly, Harry clinging to Albus's back and Albus's hands on Harry's waist. They finally broke apart panting, and stared into one another's bright eyes.

"I…I know you in the future, Albus." Harry panted, and Albus put a finger to his lips.

"Harry, nothing matters right now but us. I don't need to know the future, only that you're here with me now." He said quietly.

Harry looked at Albus's face searchingly for a long while, then dropped his eyes. Albus lifted his chin and pressed another one of those seashell kisses to his lip then looked at him sternly, reminding Harry slightly of his old Headmaster.

"Fine." Harry said and Albus leaned forward to kiss him again. Harry couldn't stop thinking about watching Dumbledore die, though.