~September 26th, 1940~
Harry marched angrilly outside. 'How could they say that? Have they no decency? What am I thinking, Of course they don't…' He thought as he walked by a group of third years who were talking about quidditch. As he walked by he found himself wishing he had friends like that… People who he wouldn't mind sharing his deepest thoughts with, his personal problems. He had had friends before he came to Hogwarts and he still kept in touch with them. But they weren't "those" type of friends. They were just friends he hung out with that made him laugh but still even though they were his friends, they weren't personal friends. Harry was so deep in thought, that he wasn't prepared to be ran into for the third time today. "Sorry," He apologized to the HufflePuff boy in front of him. He had red hair and brown eyes. "Ah, it's okay mate, I was too busy paying attention to other things. My bad. Oh! Your Hugo Prayer!" The boy exclaimed lending Harry a hand. "I'm Septimus Weasley. Nice to finally meet you!" (On Harry Potter Wikia, I searched up Arthur Weasley's father since I still wanted to include the Weasleys. It says on the site that Gryffindor was Possibly the house he was sorted into but I chose Hufflepuff. Sorry for those who want a more active description, I'm doing the writing and I'd like it if people wouldn't ask for active descriptions from the books and movies)
Harry cringed at his fake name but he smiled and shook Septimus's hand. "Pleasure is all mind." Septimus smiled and brung his hand back down. "Say, sorry if i'm asking a wrong question but… weren't your eyes brown?" Harry knew deep down inside that it was no use trying to explain the weird event that took place this morning. "Wrong potion. It's probably going to be permanent but I could honestly care less…" Harry replied. "What will your parents say? Surely they'd be pissed to know that they're son changed his eyes without their consent." The boy chuckled. Harry tugged at his tie that held the slytherin house colors. "... I'm an orphan." he finally said. He always felt uncomfortable when people would ask him about his parents. He'd rather lie about them saying the truth. He felt obliged to tell this boy the truth however. Septimus instantly stopped and looked Harry straight in the eye with an awkward expression on his face. "Blimey… I'm sorry mate…" Harry shook his head and smiled. "It's ok I honestly don't care that much." Septimus's eyes widen and her shook his head.
"Don't you ever think about it though?" Harry made a quizzical look. He honestly didn't understand what Septimus was getting at. "Think about what?" he stupidly asked hoping to get an answer out of it. Septimus blushed and looked down as if embarrassed which confused Harry a bit more than the question. "Your parents… don't you think about what they might have wanted for you what they look like?" Harry thought about this for a moment. He honestly never really did. It's not that he was sad about being a orphan or that. But no. "No… I mean, I would have loved to know who they were but… I've been pretty fine about being an orphan say the least." He replied. Septimus scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Oh… well… I have to go. Quidditch practice. Have fun at Hogsmeade, and hopefully we can talk more." Harry awkwardly smiled and watched the boy run off in the direction of the quidditch pitch. "Well that was pretty idiotic of him to ask now wasn't it?" Harry turned to see Tom leaning on the doorframe of the building looking smug.
"Well it's not like he can understand, Tom. He's a fucking pureblood. He has family in every corner." Harry walked up to Tom. He was still taller than Harry but Harry in a way, Liked that. It was sunny today and because they were going to Hogsmeade, he could stand behind Tom for shade. Tom raised an eyebrow as he watched Harry smile to himself. The boy was… Odd. "Follow me." Tom reached down and grabbed Harry's hand. Harry took it, skeptically and started to follow Tom back into the school. They walked and walked and for the longest time until it felt as if they were out of everyone eye. Harry felt himself becoming more and more concerned. He eventually tucked his concern into his throat. He trusted Tom. Tom had been here at hogwarts longer than Harry. He should. They turned one more corner which Harry calmed a bit to notice it was a dead end. "Watch" Came Tom's reply. Harry did. Tom walked over to the dead end wall and closed his eyes. For two minutes nothing seemed to happen but then Harry noticed a door starting to appear.
Tom watched Harry with fascination. Tom would never admit it but, he loved Harry's new eye color. It made him see, more lively. More innocent. And that's what Tom wanted from Harry. Tom walked over to the door and opened it and allowed Harry to walk in. Inside the room was a bed a couch, bookshelves and more. Tom walked over to the bed and threw off his cloak and laid down. He watched as Harry walked around the room awestruck. Tom smirked and patted the bed, getting Harry's attention. He watched in amusement as Harry face lit up as red as a christmas light. "Harry we used to share a bed at the orphanage, what's the point if we just lay down on one? It's not like we're going to be having sex or anything. Unless…" He let his sentence waver as he saw Harry flush in embarrassment. He smirked and sat up. "Honestly Prayer, I clearly just want to talk. But if I'm going to talk, I rather do it in comfort. So if you would stop being so stubborn, and dirty minded, would you please sit down?" Tom was more amused then annoyed. He just waited and watched Harry slowly edge near the bed. "finally. I needed to talk to you in quiet. It's kind of serious and I would hate it if word got out to the school." Harry, now sitting criss-cross on the bed next to Tom raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what about?"
Tom sat in silence staring at the boy. He had been contemplating all week if he should tell him. Even though he was a Slytherin, it seemed that he had the bloody mind of a Gryffindor. He seemed to be nice to everyone around him and wanted to make friends. He seemed to always act like an introvert but in reality, he was an extrovert. The last thing he needed was to let slip about something private of his life to him and then for him to let it slip into the ears of another. But he had to tell him… what if he found out on his own and then went to one of the damned school faculty for help? No, he had to tell him. He had to. After all, if he indeed was also a heir of Slytherin then what would be the point of not knowing about their own heritage?
He was still staring at Harry when Harry cleared his voice and bring him out of his thoughts. "Tom, you've been staring at me for a minute now, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you loved me." Tom smirked and chuckled and looked at the ceiling. He hadn't changed at all since the orphanage. "Maybe I do. Or maybe I just want you. All I know is, that we aren't going to hogsmeade today. We need to talk."