Hello everyone! Sweetex back again with a very late chapter and I am so sorry! I will not abandon this no matter what!

As a side note, I got my first hate comment!! :D Or maybe homophobic is the right word...

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of past abuse, Poor descriptions of magic.

PS. This was written and published on a phone so blame any grammar errors on the fact that I don't get Auto Correct.

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Harry and his two new 'companions' ran and dodged from the flames. Surprisingly enough, the brunette was the slowest (It was surprising because he seemed to have a lot of energy).

They've been running for about a good fifteen minutes without stop, and it seemed to be taking its toll on the brunette. The black haired one was breathing heavy but showed no other sign of tiredness. On the other hand, Harry's lungs had the slightest burning feeling to it but he easily ignored it. After years and years of 'Harry Hunting', he learned that he could run at full speed for about 40 minutes without stop before passing out.

His magic probably had something to do with it.

Wait...

'Magic! That's it!' Harry thought as his eyes light up, glancing at the flames in the corner of his vision.

Magic was what got him into this situation. He wanted fire, he got exactly that (if not a little...too much). Maybe he could use magic to make it disappear? But no...No matter how hard he tried earlier, he could not use wandless magic unless he was in his 'Full-on Psycho' mode. And yes, he already named it.

"I'm so gonna regret this!" Harry said out loud before outright stopping, the black haired one slowing down and stopping a few good feet away from him. But the brunette full on crashed into him. Before Harry could fall, the brunette grabbed a tight hold on his waist, pulling him closer to his chest, effectively stopping Harry from falling flat on his face.

Blushing bright red, Harry coughed awkwardly "Uhm...Thanks." He said, turning his head to somewhat see the brunette from the corner of his vision.

The black haired one looked onto the scene horrified "Oh god. Please tell me you two sex crazed psychos didn't forgot we're in the middle of a fucking FOREST FIRE!" he shouted "Why the hell did we stop!?"

Harry flushed even more "I-I don't even know your names! And even if I did, I w-wouldn't...Just shut up!" He snapped back, shaking his head and pulling himself away from the brunette's grip.

He turned to face the fire, swallowing heavily and mentally praying to Merlin that this works. Harry closed his eyes, and started taking deep breaths. Soon enough, the voices of the two strangers, the crackling of the fire, the smell of burning wood and smoke, it all faded away into the background.

There was a light tugging sensation in his chest, the tugging almost felt hesitant, as if testing the waters.

Then was another tug at his elbows.

At his hands...

And then in his fingertips.

Finally, the feeling of warmth travelled everywhere in him, wrapping around him in a protective way. By instinct, Harry knew that this was his magic. It felt darker than he expected, but there was still goodness in there.

He knew that while everyone else abandoned and hurt him, his magic never would. It kept him alive and tried its damn best to protect him since he was born, helping him when he needed it.

As a kid, whenever Vernon hurt him, Harry would often lay in his cupboard - silently crying - and search inside him for his magic, even if he didn't know what it was then. All he knew was that it was warm and didn't hurt him, not like Uncle Vernon did.

He stopped going to his own magic for comfort when he went to Hogwarts.

How could Harry be such an idiot to stop? This felt so right, being intertwined with the very thing that has always been there for him. Even if it didn't have a physical shape, Harry knew it was somewhat sentient to him, as his magic was deeply connected to his own soul. It was basic magical theory that Hermione always went on about.

For Harry, his own Magic was his best friend and the only family he had.

But no matter how hard it tried, his Magic couldn't give him would normal friends and family could. It couldn't talk, it couldn't offer advice, it couldn't hug, it couldn't bring Harry out of the depths of darkness. The only thing it could really do for him was remind him that he wasn't alone or defenseless.

Lately, that hasn't been enough.

Harry imagined the burning forest around him. He imagined the flames engulfing the trees and the animals and the grass, and he imagined the horrible smell of smoke and it flowing everywhere.

But then he imagined a rainstorm, with dark clouds and heavy raindrops falling around them, dampening everything. He imagined the rain getting thicker and heavier. He imagined the rain hitting the raging flames of the forest, eventually putting it out.

Harry was snapped out of his trance by a slap to the face.

Opening his eyes, he came face to face with a non-eyelid black eyes and an angry scowl. Harry barely withheld his own scowl.

It was then he noticed the feeling of rain hitting his body. Heavy rain, that was in the progress of drenching him. He looked up, only to look back down after a few raindrops went into his eyes. And then he realized that he currently didn't have his glasses.

Just as he was about to demand them back, his glasses were plopped right on his nose from beside him. Harry glanced to his left, only to see that the brunette's masked faced was way closer than necessary.

"Y-you're kind of w-w-weird." The brunette stated after staring at him for a long moment. After that statement he backed out of Harry's personal space, much to his relief.

"Uh...So..." Harry looked around him, seeing the dying flames fading away thanks to the rain "What happened?" He asked.

That only made the black haired one scowl harder "You tell us!" He snapped, startling Harry for a brief moment "You just stopped and closed your eyes, and all of a sudden this...wind picks up around you - your glasses fell off in the process - but you didn't even look like you even felt it! Then next thing you know, clouds start forming in the sky out of no where with no logical reason and it starts raining like hell!" He growled "So tell me, whoever the hell you are...What kind of freaky voodoo shit is this, and what are you!?"

Silence.

Comeplete and utter silence was all they got from Harry.

The black haired guy growled "Fuck this shit! Step back Toby!" He snapped to the other one, to which he did so with little argument.

'So Toby is his name...' Harry thought, but he didn't have enough time to think about it any further as the guy suddenly pulled out a rather sharp looking knife.

And there it was.

In his black, dangerous looking eyes.

The spark of insanity.