A/N: Next installment!

Our friends, Seth's and mine, look towards our direction at once. Rachel stopped mid lutz and collided with clearly befuddled Leah. Bella looked over Paul's shoulder, who she seemed to be having a conversation with. Sam's and Emily's loving gaze turned to us in surprise. Embry and Quil were the closest, and they took to a halt when we landed in front of them. They took us in for a second, like a far-away explosion, before rushing towards us in mild panic.

Seth and H-harry were in a heap, Seth's hand entangled around Harry's neck while Harry's leg jutted between Seth's thighs. I would've laughed, but I was in post-reunion-tears-feeling-like-crap right now.

"What's going on here? Why are you on the ground? Who is he?" Rachel immediately barraged us with questions.

Harry separated himself from Seth and stood up quickly, pulling me along. He got close and muttered to my ear, "Somewhere private, Jake." His voice, lowered to a whisper, send chills, ones very different from the biting winter, down my spine. It amazed me how such a small, defenseless voice from three years ago could change into a firmer, more determined one. It was like Harry was a brand new, if not better person, and I would've felt proud that someone like him had grown out of such a vulnerable shell. His grre neyes focused on mine, and I nodded.

"We err, need to be somewhere," I explained vaguely, and pulled Harry towards the pick-up. We could drive out of here, but I'm sure Rachel will have a fit because we're underaged. And sure enough,

"Jacob! Where do you think you're going? And have you been crying? Answer me!" she demanded, a bit terrified herself. I escaped her grasp and said, "Nothing. I just need to sort this problem out."

I took Harry's hand and ran towards the truck. We didn't lose pace and was soon climbing in it. I put the keys in and revved th truck for traction, and then set off towards our house.

It was hard to break the silence, but I had to ask. "Will they be alright there?"

Harry thought for a moment before answering, " I reckon they'd be. The clearing was miles north from that lake, and I'm pretty sure they only have sights for me."

It was a bit annoying when Harry had started tapping the windshield with a finger, until at least when he finally sighed heavily and faced me. My gaze never left the road.

"Look, it's hard, alright? I haven't talked to you in ages and I know patching things up won't be that easy for you. I'm so incredibly dumb for picking this time to reconcile, but I knew I just had to, if I'm going to survive."

I shrugged bitterly. "Yeah well, if the case is that you need only to be in grave danger to remember going back, then I'll infer from that notion that I'm not very important to you. Stupid as it sound, Harry, you were very important to me and it took me four months to go back to normal." There it was, the resentment.

It was silent for a while, and I spared a glance at his direction. His hands balled into fists and cluthed at his pants, and a few tears were escaping.

"I'm sorry...I was selfish. And you were important to me, Jake! I just lost track of it all. Everything was overwhelming."

"What everything, Harry? You could have sent a letter, or maybe even a sticky note saying, sorry, couldn't write to you, I'm almost always out of ink when I think about it. And the worst part is, Harry, up until that point before I recieved that demented package, I was still thinking about you! For three years I was still thinking about you!" I cried, as the tears welled up again. It couldn't hurt to be vulnerable and truthful now.

Harry visibly winced when I yelled to him. It broke my heart that I could have that effect on him, and worse yet, that he could have that on me. I remembered that time, exactly a year after he left, when I confronted the Dursleys about Harry. I was sure up to that point that they killed Harry or something, and used the boarding school thing to cover it up. I even involved the authorities for that one, right until that deranged, old man with the long white beard came and explained everything to the police. I found it at that time so unfair, that Harry could get acepted to some boarding school but not me, but more importantly, that he could pick a stupid boarding school over me. At that time the sudden realization that I was practically nothing to Harry took me by such force that I went down so fast. It was then that I remembered Rachel and Rebecca worrying over my resigned and introvert personality.

And now here he was, ready to explain everything, hopefully, and ready to get things back. Sure, a year ago I wanted things back, badly, but right now, when somehow I've made myself stable, and not suicidal, with a little help from my friends and family, right now I'm not so sure.

"You've certainly changed," I said quietly, tonelessly. I was leaving the door ajar for him to open up. Or for me to let him in, really.

"You got big," Harry retorted, "and your voice is so low."

"Speak for yourself. You don't sound so chipmunk-y as well."

I looked at him this time, really looked at him, his face flushing when he denied indignantly ever sounding rodent-like, and, based from his hopeful face, because I was too numb with confusion right now, I think I might've smiled.

Harry's back. After three years, he's back, and I hope never to lose him again.

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