"Come on, Zephyr! Get off the ground, you can do it!"

Zephyr was on the quidditch pitch, safely on the ground with a broom between his legs. Harry was zipping around in the air, yelling encouragements to Zephyr.

After hesitating for a few long moments he pushed off the ground, rising up until he was hovering a few meters in the air. Harry flew towards him and smiled.

"See, you're off the ground and nothing's happened." He said

"Yet." Added Zephyr.

"Lean forward slightly." Said Harry.

Doing this resulted in Zephyr almost toppling off his broom. Harry's hand shot out to steady him, holding on tightly to his arm. Harry looked thoughtful for a minute and then changed his grip to hold the front of Zephyr's broom.

"Let's try something else. I'm going to pull you with me so you'll get a feel of how it it feels to fly." Zephyr nodded his assent and together they flew at a snail's pace through the air. Harry went faster and faster round the pitch and at one point had let go of his broom without him noticing. Not that he cared, he was basking in the sensation he felt while flying.

At first, when Harry had let go, he was afraid he would plummet to the ground but when he saw that he was still in the air he grew confident enough to go faster.

Soon he was zipping through the air like Harry had done at the beginning, the green eyed boy was close behind him so Zephyr pushed himself to go even faster.

They were neck to neck and going at incredible speed, racing towards no goal, flying just for the fun of it.

After a few laps around the quidditch Harry gestured for them to slow down. Gradually the lessened their speed until they came to a standstill.

"Wow." Zephyr breathed out.

"Feels great, yeah?" Asked Harry.

"That was amazing!" Zephyr looked with wide eyes to Harry. "It was as if- as if." He didn't know how to explain it, this feeling of freedom, soaring through the sky as if he had wings.

Harry nodded. "I know exactly what you mean."

"You know, you're a really great flyer. Are you going to try out for quidditch next year?" He continued.

"No, I don't like quidditch all that much." Zephyr gazed at the lake, from up here, he could easily see the full expanse of the lake, he never knew that it was that big.

"Well, we can still fly together sometimes, right?"

"Of course, can Draco join us next time?" He turned back to Harry in time to see a hesitant expression cross his face. "He doesn't have to, I know you don't like him." He reassured.

"It's not that I don't like him, it's just that…" Harry trailed off.

"It's just that you don't like him." He finished Harry's sentence. "I know. He's not always nice to people, but he can be when he wants to."

"He's just so cold all the time."

"I'm not going to make you be nice to him, but you should try to get to know him. Remember Madam Malkin's?" He asked.

"I do, he tried to talk to me about quidditch and Houses. I didn't know anything about that back then. He explained things to me but I didn't get it."

"He did the same thing to me, but I already knew about magic for a few months so I could follow his explanation. We both wanted to talk to you after that day in Madam Malkin's. He knew immediately that you were like me and we both hoped we would get to see you on the train." He paused for a moment. "Malfoys and Weasleys have had a blood feud for many generations, you know?"

"Blood feud?"

"Yeah, someone from one of the families pissed someone from the other off and because they're purebloods they had to involve the whole family. At least that's how Draco explained it. He didn't really care about the feud but Weasley still hates him. But what he did on the train, laughing at him like that and insulting Slytherin, Draco's not going to forgive that so soon, neither am I."

Harry sighed. "I wish Ron and Hermione could just see that you are nice."

"Maybe some day that will happen, shall we go down?" Zephyr asked.

Once they were back on the ground Harry proposed going to the kitchen for a mug of hot chocolate.

The house elves immediately scrabbled to bring them their drinks after they arrived.

Tonight was the new years celebration. His father had asked him to come to his private chambers at half past eleven. It was now a quarter past eleven and Zephyr was walking down the corridor that led to where his father was.

There was still a week of vacation left and Zephyr was looking forward to the end. Not only because he would be able to learn more magic but also because Draco would be coming back to Hogwarts. There was so much they had to talk about.

Zephyr knocked on the door before entering. His dad was standing in front of the big window looking out to the full moon. It was a cloudless sky tonight. Which was lucky because they would be able to see the fireworks clearly.

"The Princes have many traditions, one specifically is for the new year. It was their belief in the earlier generations that a new year was for second chances and an opportunity to do what was right. They would make a wish at twelve PM and spend the rest of the year doing good. They thought that if you did good your wish would come true. I never bothered with their traditions, but this year, I want to try it, now that I have you."

Zephyr was speechless for a moment. He wordlessly strolled to the window to stand beside him. "I've never celebrated new year or Christmas." He began. "But, I want to. I mean I finally have a real family and I've got friends, and its all because you saved me from that place."

"Dad turned to look at Zephyr and he did the same. Long arms awkwardly wrapped around him. Neither really knew what they were doing so the 'hug' was stiff and tense, but then Zephyr wrapped his arms around his father's midsection. The stiff embrace changed into a comfortable one. They stayed like that for a long while. Zephyr basked in the comfort and let the realisation that he had a real family sink in.

Zephyr was the first to step back from the hug. He smiled as he looked up to his dad and got a warm smile in return. By now it was forty past eleven, twenty minutes before the fireworks would go off. His father walked to the kitchen and made them tea. They talked and drank while waiting for twelve PM.

After the first boom of firework they stood in front of the window again.

"Make a wish, Zephyr." He said softly.

Zephyr closed his eyes and thought about his wish. 'I wish my dad will always stay with me.' He repeated this a few times in his head before opening his eyes again. Looking up at the sky he also hoped everything would work out with Pinkblossom and that the Slytherins in the infirmary survived.