Disclaimer: I can see you guys thinking. Here's that boring disclaimer all over again… Unfortunately so. - I don't own!
A/N: So sorry for this really late update. Enjoy!
"Zabini? What are you doing here?"
"Leonard. Look. I was really the one who sent them to you." He muttered, staring at his hands.
"You? No freaking way."
"Harry. Stop this, alright?"
Harry pondered about that episode. Zabini had seemed so serious, so genuine. Furthermore, he actually knew who 'Leonard' really was. To Harry, it was very possible that Blaise Zabini was the one who sent him the letters. It really was.
Yet…
There seemed to be something wrong.
If his secret admirer spent so much time concealing their identity, why then would they give up their identity so easily? It just seemed strange.
He liked Zabini, yet..
The tap, tap of the window lifted him from his thoughts. He lifted the window open to get the letter.
Dear Harry,
One of my housemates came in today. He knows about you. It does not matter to me. I am not and will never be ashamed of you. I wonder what you think of this turn of events.
I guess you realize that I'm from Slytherin. I'm not who you want me to be, and for that I'm sorry, yet I don't regret knowing you through these letters.
I hope you won't resent me for the house I belong to.
I attached something to this letter… Let's hope you'll find it somewhat interesting…It's a gift from me to you. It may not be the best you've ever received but it's the best I could come up with.
Someone who cares.
Harry unscrolled the paper attached to it. In it, he saw himself. He was facing the moon, smiling. The moonlight decorated his face, making him look like an angel. He looked like Harry, yet looked far more perfect than Leonard had ever been.
At that moment, he knew that no matter what house this person was from, they genuinely cared for the person he was. Slytherin or not, they loved him.
Perhaps as a lover, perhaps not, but they loved him.
He smiled.
As he rolled the paper back, he knew that he'd treasure it for as long as he lived.
Dear friend,
I loved the drawing that you gave me. To be honest, I thought that those letters might have been a trick.
Your gift convinced me otherwise. I understand now that you do care about me.
I know who that housemate is. It's Zabini, is it not? He claimed to be you. It seemed strange somehow… Now I know for certain that it isn't him.
You seem so special, almost perfect. I can't believe that Id resent you in any way…even if you are Slytherin. After all, the sorting hat wanted to place me there at first.
You're already imbedded deeply in my fate. I know you understand me, and I am thankful that somewhere out there, there's someone who cares. No matter who you are, I will know I'll be able to accept you…
Harry smiled as he left the letter in the tree. He knew that his admirer would try to hide it again, so he did not try to find out Sure enough, as he walked away, he could hear a number of footsteps moving o pick up his letter again. Strangely enough, he felt loved. This person truly cared for him…
Walking to the Great Hall, he only smiled at his housemates as they asked him how his day had been.
"It has been great. Really."
"Despite the detention?"
"Yeah."
It really had been a great day.
A/N: Now we're seeing some action. About time, too. Sorry this has been so short… No sneak peek this time, just wait, alright?
