I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight. I am soooooooooo sorry for not updating! My laptop has been handicapped and my Ipad is unable to update stories! My friend just let me borrow their laptop for a little bit so this is all I could get out! Please don't hate me! Good news, though! Blaise Zabini has won the poll!
Alexander's POV
Two months had passed without any problems, Carlisle having left for his home in the states not long after he appeared. Although our old problems seemed to have taken care of themselves, a newer and even more serious problem had arisen. Harry was sad. Although it was simply, watching Harry lock himself away everyday with a solemn expression on his normally smiling face pained me more than words could possibly describe.
"I'm home, Alexander!" Harry called, quietly putting his backpack away in the closet. I watched him walk through the kitchen and towards the stairs with a blank expression.
"Harry, I think we need to talk," I tried sounding light and carefree, but I knew he could tell something was wrong. I blinked at me before nodding, and sitting down on the stool next to me.
"What is it?" he asked frowning down at his feet. I tried not to let my worry show at his odd behavior. Carefully I placed my hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up at me curiously.
"I'm worried about, what is wrong?" I asked, watching as various emotions flashed across his face before it became blank.
"Hermione moved away, and now I have no one to talk to," he said his sadness taking over his voice. So that was it, he was lonely.
"In that case maybe we should find somewhere else to call home," I said. I waited for Harry o respond as he processed what I had said.
"I…would like that," he said quietly with a small, barely noticable smile. I gave him a smile in return, flashing my teeth briefly.
"I have a home in Italy. It's close to where I work and there is a family that lives close by that I have known for generations," I told him, smiling at the prospect of getting to see my close friend Giovanni Zabini again after years of living in Britain.
Now moved into their new house Alexander's POV
I watched as Harry slowly made his way up the d=stone path towards our new home. I smiled easily lifted our bags over my shoulder as I unpacked our stuff.
"Alexander, when will I get to meet your friends?" Harry asked carefully stacking his books in alphabetical order in the living room bookcase. I looked out the window, fondly watching the Zabini's large mansion across the street.
"They said they would visit us sometime this afternoon," I told him brushing away a few cobwebs in the corner of the room. With both Harry and I's special abilities we were able to unpack and clean the house in less than two hours. Harry paced nervously in the sitting room, and although most people would find that annoying, I could care less. It was nice to see Harry show his emotions more openly, even if it meant annoying those around him.
"Harry calm down, they just arrived," I told him, hearing the sound of their approaching footsteps. I quickly opened the front door with a large smile.
"Giovanni, Blaise it's a pleasure to see you again," I said, happily motioning for them to come inside. Giovanni looked the same as always, tall with dark black hair, dark brown eyes, and aristocratic features. His son, Blaise was Harry's age (9) with wavy black hair, light brown eyes and a slightly round face with traces of baby fat.
"Alexander, it's so great to see you!" Giovanni said giving me a hug before hanging his coat up.
"Hello, Blaise," I said shaking his hand gently. Blaise didn't say anything, instead giving me a respectful nod.
"Hello, Mr. Zabini, Blaise," Harry said shyly, hiding halfway behind my body. Giovanni's eyes widened and Blaise quickly made his way to Harry's side as they quietly began to talk amongst themselves.
"You didn't tell me you had a little one" Giovanni said eyeing Harry curiously.
"He isn't exactly supposed to be in my care, so do not tell too many people," I said.
"So he isn't yours," he said. I shook my head.
Harry's POV
"MY name's Harry by the way," I said quietly watching Blaise make himself comfortable on the couch. I smiled secretly to myself at how cute he looked.
"I would tell you my name, but you already seem to know it," he said smiling. I blushed lightly, trying to hide my smile.
"Yeah, Alexander talked about you on the drive here," I told him.
"Your dad is friends with my dad, so does that make us friends?" he asked holding his hand out towards me.
"It does," I said shaking his hand happily.
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