Harry walked around the castle under his invisibility cloak, trying to clear his head in the middle of the night.
Hermione got mad at him and Draco for not trying to figure out who Flamel is.
Harry was so into his thoughts that he watch where he was going and bumped into someone.
"Sorry." Harry knew that voice. He looked up and saw Henry, looking around. "Hello?"
"Hi," Harry greeted, cheerfully, keeping the cloak still on him. Henry stared straight at him before he brought his hand up and grabbed some of the cloak, yanking it off.
"Oh, it's you." Henry sighed in relief.
"Yup." Harry asked, "Why are you out here all alone? Thought Weasley would be with you."
"Yeah, well, Ron's a good friend and all but, you know, he wouldn't understand if I told him what was on my mind," Henry answered.
"What is on you mind?" Harry asked.
"Stuff," was his reply.
"What kind of stuff?" Harry questioned.
Henry chuckled. "Just stuff."
"How 'bout your other friends? Would they understand?" Harry's curiousity piped up.
"I don't have any other friends," Henry stated.
"But everyone wants to be friends with the Boy-Who-Lived," Harry replied.
"Yes, the Boy-Who-Lived," Henry said. "Not Henry Potter."
"Oh," Harry understood. "Man, that must suck."
"Yeah, it does," Henry responded.
"Hey, you can be friends with me, Draco and Hermione," Harry suggested.
"Yeah, except they might not accept me. I was kinda mean to them."
"Yeah, I know," Harry stated. "Why were you mean to us?"
"I was told to," Henry answered.
"By who?"
"He said to keep it a secret," Henry replied.
"Hmm," Harry hummed. "Meet me in the common room today at 6:00 a.m."
"6:00? Are you nuts?!" Henry said.
"No. Just be there." And Harry put the cloak back on, disappearing.
Harry woke Draco up and met Hermione in the common room at 5:30. They were already dressed for the day.
"Why are we here?" Draco yawned.
"Henry wants to be our friend," Harry stated.
"No." Draco answered immediately, wide awake.
"Come on," Harry pleaded.
"Why? He's been mean to us since we got here."
"Yes," Harry said. "but-"
"but what?" Draco asked.
"He has only one friend. And someone told him to be mean to us. Please, please, please, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaa ase!" Harry begged on his knees, literally.
"Fine," Hermione agreed.
"What? No!" Draco refused.
Hermione stared at him. "Yes."
"No." Draco wouldn't budge.
"Yes."
"No."
Harry sat on the couch, hearing them argue. He glanced toward the stairs when he heard footsteps coming down the boys domitory.
"Why do you want to be our friend?" Draco asked Henry, right when he walked in.
"Because I have only one," Henry answered.
"If you already have a friend, then why do you want more?" Draco questioned.
"Because...because Ron wouldn't understand if I told him something..." Henry bit his lip. "Important." He decided. "I want friends like you guys. You understand each other. I never had that before."
Draco was thinking about it. "Still no." Hermione slapped him round the head. "Ow!" Draco rubbed his head.
"I'm sorry." Henry apologized. Draco perked up at that. "I shouldn't have judged you before I actually got to know you, Mal-Draco. I'm sorry, Hermione for being rude to you and Harry, I'm sorry for what I said. It was wrong and I blamed you for something you didn't do."
"What did you blame me for?" Harry asked curiously.
"For making m-our mum sad." Henry answered.
"Okay," Harry said, questions in his head he wanted to ask but didn't.
"Welcome to the club," Draco invited.
The four friends started to leave for the Great Hall.
