Chapter Thirteen: How About A Little Perspective?

The bottom of Harry's stomach fell out as he plummeted towards the floor of the Forbidden Forest.

He started to roll as he wrapped himself around the golden egg under his arm. Displaced air whipped at his ears as he fell ever downwards.

After a couple of rolls the pressure on his body forced him to flatten out, his legs spread and his arms tucked into his chest so he didn't drop the egg.

He breathed sporadically, desperately scrambling for air the best he could as he fell. He couldn't keep this up much longer, his vision was going blurry already. He needed something he could fly to the ground from. Hadn't he planned to summon his broom in case of this exact thing happening? If he could just get his wand and pour the rest of his magic into the spell it might just work.

He tried to pull out his wand from the hand holding the egg to his chest but couldn't. How could he have been so stupid to grab the egg with his wand hand?

Now wasn't the time to be yelling at himself, if he couldn't get at his wand he'd have to summon his broom without it. He didn't exactly have any choice now did he? If it worked it'd just show he was making progress with his wandless magic, if it didn't … well he'd be dead and he wouldn't care anyway.

He threw out his free hand and screamed, 'Accio broom!'

His hand buffeted around and shook violently as he held it out from him, stretched out to its fullest.

'Please, please, please,' Harry muttered through chattering teeth as he closed his eyes and prayed. Why had he thought this was a good idea again?

He knew he should have brought his broom down to the tent with him. He could have hidden it in his pocket or something. Sod being disqualified, at least he wouldn't have been so stupid as to jump off a fucking platform.

He wasn't far from the top of the trees now, he could see the floor coming into focus.

The broom should have been here by now, it wasn't gonna make it in time. He was going to hit the floor.

He was going to die.

He couldn't watch the floor get any closer. He wasn't going to watch his death coming. He slammed closed his eyes.

Oh Merlin. He was gonna die.

He'd never get to see his friends and family again, he'd leave them behind.

His mind was a whirl of faces. Dad, Sirius, Remus, Hermione, Tracey, Tonks.

Neville …

Daphne.

No, a voice in the back of his head said as Daphne's face fixed into his mind's eye. Say the spell again Potter, we can't die here. Take a deep breath and say the damn spell again!

Harry took in as much air as he could and opened his eyes. He'd fallen halfway down the giant trees. The floor was getting steadily closer …

No. He wouldn't die now. He refused.

Power filled his body as his magic reared up in response to him. It swelled in his chest and spread out through his body as steady and as unstoppable as the tide. It filled him entirely, all the way to his fingertips and toes.

His outstretched hand shook.

'ACCIO FIREBOLT!' He bellowed with more strength in his voice than ever before.

After the longest heartbeat of Harry's life he felt the smooth wood of his broom handle slam against his palm.

He quickly mounted it one handed and pulled up on the broom in the tightest dive he'd ever managed, the back of his broom skimming the forest floor.

'Woo!' He shouted as he clumsily landed his broom and almost fell off as his feet touched solid ground.

Time froze for a second and then the crowd who'd watched him fall in muted horror exploded into screams of approval. So loud Harry couldn't even make out what Bagman was saying.

Harry swayed on the spot as he stared up at the stands. He'd fucking managed it. Sweet blessed Merlin, he'd pulled it off!

'Ha.' He breathed fast and shallow. Harry broke out into relieved laughter as he and fell forwards in a dead faint.

He felt a pair of arms wrap around him and cling to him desperately as he lost consciousness and let them take him. He didn't care who it was. He was still alive.

Sweet Merlin, he was alive.

Harry woke to the familiar sight of the Hospital Wing at night.

The high ceiling was a warp of fuzzy blackness and Harry instinctively reached out for his glasses on the bedside table he knew was there. Madame Pomfrey, despite her insistence he still couldn't call her Poppy, nearly always put him in the same bed if she could.

He couldn't find his glasses though. They hadn't fallen off when he fell had they? He couldn't find his wand either, they'd never taken his wand away before. Had he really had such a bad case of magical exhaustion Madame Pomfrey had felt it necessary to move his wand?

He searched blindly for a little longer until a larger hand rested on top of his.

'Looking for these?' James' voice came from Harry's left.

'Dad?' Harry whipped his head toward the familiar voice and winced immediately. 'Ow. Is that you? Where's my wand?'

'Calm down Harry, it's me.' James sighed and gently placed Harry's glasses on his face. 'Lie back down, and try to be quiet you'll wake Daphne.'

'Daphne?' Harry turned his head, still wincing, to see the blonde girl sleeping in the nearest chair to his left, a frown marred her pretty face. She was holding his wand in one of her tightly curled up hands. 'Why's she got my wand?'

James pushed the boy back down with a gentle firmness. Harry went without question.

'Don't know, suppose they had to give her something to hold that she couldn't break.' James looked at the girl fondly and conjured a blanket to cover her with. 'Your fingers weren't holding up very well you see.'

'Ah, so how long have I been out?' Harry asked. There was no point asking how long Daphne had been there. She'd have been by his side the entire time he'd been unconscious. She always was.

'A day,' James said matter-of-factly. 'You'd completely drained yourself of magic, if Hogwarts wasn't as saturated in magic as it is, you'd have been out longer. Daphne's only left to use the girl's room.'

Harry shook his head, he knew she'd be worried. Merlin she was gonna kill him when she woke up. 'Why are you here Dad? I thought you were on a mission this weekend?'

'No. I got transferred once the date for the First Task was given.' James sat down in the chair to the right of Harry's bed and frowned at him. 'Now let me tell you what I saw today.'

Harry grimaced but waited for the bollocking he had expected the second he'd heard his dad's voice.

'Today I watched my son jump off a platform that was Merlin knows how high off the ground and by some miracle he lived long enough to faint from severe magical exhaustion.' James' mouth was a line, his voice was ice cold. 'What the hell were you thinking?'

Harry nearly flinched away from his dad. James Potter didn't yell at you when he was angry. He didn't need to. If he was shouting he was, at the most, annoyed but speaking calmly? Harry was so in the shit now.

But Harry wasn't the son of James Potter for nothing.

'I was doing the only thing I thought I could with a giant barrelling towards me on a small platform,' he hissed stubbornly. He pushed out his chin in defiance. 'Don't tell me you've never had to do something stupid when the shit hit the fan.'

'You stupid boy.' James shook his head slightly and gave Harry the most appalled look James had ever given him. 'The giant couldn't get past the wards. It rebounded and damn near knocked itself out when it hit the ward net. Harry, you were safe the second you went back through the wards. You didn't need to jump.'

Harry's eyes widened in shock. But he could have sworn the giant had smashed apart the beams! He heard them break. Unless … oh Merlin, that bang must have been the giant getting bounced back.

'I didn't know,' Harry trailed off and looked away from James. 'I didn't think … '

James scoffed. 'You never do when it comes to danger. You'd think you'd have learnt to do that by now.'

'Well what the fuck was I supposed to do? Turn around and look back at the giant that was gonna kill me?' Harry snapped only to clamp his mouth shut when he heard Daphne stir.

James glared at his son as the two Potters waited for Daphne to settle again.

'No Harry, you were supposed to think!' James said. He leant his forehead against his palm and pushed up his hair. He looked at Harry over his glasses. 'For once, think before you act. Take the consequences of your actions into consideration before you do something as stupid as jumping off a giant beanstalk without a broom.'

Harry met his father's gaze and held it for a good minute. James looked shattered, there were giant bags under his eyes and he looked like he'd aged a couple of decades right now. He'd been terrified for Harry. Just like Daphne. Just like everyone else he cared about probably had been.

And really had he had to jump? If he'd stopped to think maybe he'd have remembered that not only was Dumbledore sitting at the judges table, already on tenterhooks when he'd seen the giant wasn't slumbering soundly, but so were all of the Hogwarts professors, as well as the Beauxbatons Headmistress and Durmstrang Headmaster and their professors as well.

Dumbledore would have saved him. Harry would have probably been disqualified but he'd have lived. Plus he wouldn't have nearly killed himself.

He turned to look at Daphne and guilt gripped him with an icy claw. She must have been petrified. He'd done that to her. By not stopping and thinking for a moment he'd nearly made his closest friend watch him die.

Merlin he was such a prick sometimes.

'I'm sorry Dad,' Harry said, still looking at Daphne though. 'I'm so sorry.'

James sighed and patted Harry on the shoulder. 'I know Harry, I know. So am I, I know you didn't have that much time to think, you did what you thought you had to. I was just scared you know?'

Harry nodded awkwardly but didn't say anything. He'd apologised to his dad, all he wanted now was to apologise to his friends. Especially Daphne.

'So I'm guessing that was you who caught me when I passed out?' Harry asked.

James let out a slither of a smile. 'No actually, I wasn't fast enough. Neither was Remus.'

'Remus was there too?' Harry asked perplexedly. 'But if you and Remus were both there that means … oh shit.'

'Sup pup?' Sirius' grinning face hooked around the curtain to his hospital bed. 'Gave us quite a scare, lying all limp in my arms like a kid again.'

'Bite me dog-breath.' Harry scowled. He'd never hear the end of this. Why did it have to be Sirius to catch him? Hell he'd have preferred Snape to catch him then Sirius. 'Where's Remus?'

'Full moon, he's gone home.' Sirius said simply.

'Why didn't you go with him?' Harry asked. Sirius always kept Remus company on full moons. The werewolf still wasn't comfortable with Tonks keeping him company. Stupid man.

'What and miss the fireworks?' Sirius grinned wider at Harry's confused expression.

'Fireworks?' Harry asked. 'What fireworks?'

'I believe he means these fireworks Harry,' a distinctly female voice said from where Daphne had been sitting.

Harry lifted himself up so he was sitting up only to receive the hardest slap Daphne had ever given him. Even the slap he'd gotten after the Chamber of Secrets had hurt less. Sirius cheered and James fought down a chuckle.

'Ow.' Harry rubbed his cheek and frowned at Daphne. 'Well at least you didn't use my own wand on me.'

Daphne stood next to him massaging her palm and glaring blue murder at him.

'Don't think it didn't cross my mind Potter,' she said waspishly. There were angry tears being held back by her sheer will. 'You're getting off lucky for scaring me like that.'

Harry looked from James, who shook his head, to Sirius who was still grinning like a madman from the front of his bed. No help was coming then. Not that he really deserved it.

Only one thing for it then.

Harry tucked his hand under the bed sheets and pushed them off of him.

'Harry, you've got to stay in bed,' James said half-heartedly. 'You suffered from severe magical exhaustion.'

Harry ignored him and swung his legs over the side of the bed, they'd left him in his Triwizard Champion robes then. Good, he hated those hospital gowns.

He wobbled a little as he stood but no one moved to help him. Daphne was still glaring at him, but she'd crossed her arms over her chest.

'Get back in bed Harry,' Daphne said. 'You heard your dad.'

Harry shook his head. 'If I do that I can't do this and you'll stay mad at me.'

Harry pulled Daphne into a hug. The blonde girl tensed for a second but after letting out a sigh wrapped her arms around him and hugged back tighter. Harry kissed the top of her head.

'Sorry for scaring you like that Daph,' Harry whispered into her hair. 'I panicked and just acted without thinking.'

Daphne mumbled something that sounded very much like 'Again?'

She'd still be mad at him after this. But she'd always been quicker to forgive him if he'd hugged her like this. He wasn't sure why, probably had something to do with the fact that she always laid her head on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat. That had always relaxed her.

He just held her for a while until Sirius cleared his throat and waggled his eyebrows at them.

'Should me and James leave so you can apologise properly Harry?' Sirius leered at him. 'Nothing quite like 'thank Merlin we're alive' sex after all.'

Daphne and Harry blushed but it was James who smacked Sirius upside the head.

'Try to remember you're talking about two fourteen year olds Sirius,' James said distastefully. 'Just because you started that young doesn't mean everyone else did.'

Sirius was undeterred by the smack and stuck his tongue out at James. 'Oh come on, you know neither of them act fourteen. I forget.'

Harry, James and Daphne groaned at Sirius' lame excuse but the Grim Animagus didn't look like he much cared. He certainly wasn't backing down. He kept up a one sided staring contest with James for a good minute before the actual adult turned to the two teenagers.

'Well Harry, now you're awake we've got to leave, Madame Pomfrey is probably itching to come throw Sirius out.' James turned to Daphne with a warm smile. 'Lovely to see you again Daphne, say hello to your parents for me, look after my boy yeah?'

Daphne nodded but didn't let go of Harry, a lot happier than she'd been when she was talking to Harry. 'Nice to see you Mr Potter. I'll do my best but he doesn't make it easy.'

'James, Daphne, just call me James,' James said with a smile and a shake of his head. 'And no, he doesn't does he?'

The two shared a laugh much to Harry's indignation.

'I'm stood right here you know …'

Daphne nudged him with her head. 'Just about, you mean.'

Harry pouted and James ruffled his hair only making the boy pout more.

'Dad!'

'Be good, Harry.' James patted the boy on the shoulder. 'See you soon.'

'You too.'

James clicked his fingers and tapped his forehead. 'Oh and say hello to Neville for me, he wouldn't stick around when he visited earlier. Something seemed weird, everything okay there?'

Sirius nodded and both adults looked at Harry curiously.

Harry tensed at the mention of the Longbottom heir. Neville had visited him?

Daphne must have noticed because she looked up at him briefly before patting his chest and turning to the adults with a smile.

'Yeah, Neville was just a bit shaky, he was just leaving to get some sleep when you were coming in.'

'Oh that makes sense, I guess.' James didn't look convinced but he smiled and grabbed Sirius by the arm and frogmarched the other man out. 'Come on Sirius, let's leave them to it, they've got classes in the morning.'

Sirius moaned but after a stern look from his childhood friend allowed himself to be dragged out. 'Bye Mr and Mrs Potter!' He shouted as the two men moved out of view.

Harry flicked his godfather the bird but let a slightly blushing Daphne lead him back to his hospital bed.

'Neville was here?' Harry asked as he scrambled into the bed. 'When?'

Daphne didn't answer immediately, she flicked her wand at the curtains around Harry's bed to make them close for more privacy. She then cast a silencing charm and lay herself down next to Harry on his bed.

'Yes, he was worried. He was one of the first people here.'

'Oh.' Harry didn't know what else to say. He was still angry with Neville, but he wasn't really sure why he'd lost it with him after his name came out of the Goblet anymore.

When he really thought about it now, after a month, he really didn't see how he'd thought hurting Neville would solve anything. All he'd done was push away his best friend when he needed Neville most. Now he had to try and get him back, if it wasn't too late. He'd not even spoken to Neville, or Hermione he realised, since the night his name had come out of the Goblet.

Merlin, all Neville had done was stop him from killing Wormtail. While that wasn't Neville's choice to make, the traitorous rat's life was already forfeit in Harry's eyes, Harry couldn't really blame Neville for Wormtail going to Voldemort. Neville couldn't have possibly known that would happen. He had been such a dick to his best friend because he'd let his temper get away from him again.

He let his heart rule his head too much all over it would seem. Just like jumping off the platform yesterday. Merlin he needed to start using his head more. Maybe if he did he wouldn't keep getting himself and the people he cared about into danger. Or wake up to them gathered around his bedside for the nth time.

'What are you thinking Harry?' Daphne interrupted the telling off he was giving himself. She was kneeling next to him. She pressed a hand against his cheek and looked at him worriedly. 'Are you sure you're okay?'

Harry took her head in both of his hands, cradling it. Daphne smiled and lifted her other hand to cup one of his. How could he keep doing this to her? What was this? The fourth year of school in a row where she'd been worried sick over him? Not to mention all the times when they'd been kids. He really didn't deserve her in his life sometimes. She'd be much better off he was sure.

'I am so sorry Daphne.'

She rubbed his hand and tilted her head to kiss it lightly. 'You're forgiven.'

'I shouldn't be.'

Daphne frowned at him and shook her head. 'No, but you are all the same.'

'But …'

Daphne pressed a finger against his lips to shut him up. It worked.

'But nothing. Now what we're going to do is this, I'm going to tell you how you scored, cus I know you'll want to know …'

'They already gave the scores?' Harry interrupted. Shouldn't they have waited for him to wake up first?

'Yes, now hush and let me finish,' Daphne said haughtily. Harry promptly shut up. 'As I was saying, I'm going to tell you how you did, you're going to promise to talk to Neville at the party the Gryffindors have planned -'

'A party?' Harry complained and dropped his hands to the bed. 'I don't want a party.'

Daphne gave no sign of hearing him and carried on.

'- then the following morning you're going to come and watch me kick the Durmstrang witch's arse all over the duelling platform. Then we'll go to Hogsmeade for tea in Madame Puddifoot's like you promised me. Agreed?'

Harry smiled at her. A big toothy smile. He couldn't help it. She was just so funny when she got like this. He just kept smiling at her.

She tried to keep up her stern expression but it was breaking. She finally gave him her own beautiful smile. 'Agreed Harry?'

'Agreed.' He laughed and pulled her into a hug, catching the blonde by surprise as she fell more or less on top of him. 'Now how did I do?'

Harry smiled despite himself as he was led towards the portrait of the Fat Lady by the Weasley Twins, who'd taken it upon themselves to make sure he arrived on time for his party.

He apparently owed them a couple galleons as they'd had bets on how he'd do and he'd disappointed them by coming third. It wasn't his fault Maxime and Karkaroff couldn't remember they were supposed to be neutral. Then again Bagman's ten wasn't exactly fair either. Harry had used all of his magic and then endangered himself by jumping off a platform for Merlin's sake.

Dumbledore and Barty Crouch's eights were much more deserved in his opinion. He'd said as much as Daphne had brought him up to speed last night.

With his points from Bagman, Dumbledore and Crouch added to the four Karkaroff 'gifted' him with and the six from Maxime Harry had only gotten thirty-six points. The only person who'd done worse was Fleur. She'd scored thirty-five points. She'd got sevens across the board except for Maxime who'd given her nine and Karkaroff who gave her five. Karkaroff was trying to be blasé about his point giving but everyone knew what he was up to according to Daphne.

Harry knew Fleur's repetitive Apparation would have been too boring no matter how effective. Who wanted to watch someone disappear and reappear over and over again? No one that's who. Hopefully the loss would make the stuck up bitch find some humility. But Harry doubted it. She probably just needed a good shag to be honest but she wouldn't get that anytime soon.

Krum had come second. Even with Karkaroff's ten he had a pissed off French witch who chose to pay back Krum for Fleur's poor score. Not fair in the slightest but Viktor had also been the one to wake up the giant so Harry wasn't all that sympathetic.

'Seriously Harry,' Fred said from his left, his tight grip around Harry's upper arm keeping him from breaking loose and running back to his Champion's Quarters. 'Why'd you let Diggory win? You sure you didn't just let him win because you wanted to win your bet with us? That's bad sportsmanship old bean, wouldn't you say so George?'

Harry chuckled as George, who was gripping his other upper arm nodded enthusiastically. 'Quite right brother of mine, not sporting at all Harry.'

The Twins wittered on at him as Harry looked over his shoulder at the other team members following behind. He gave Angelina and Alicia imploring looks but they just shook their heads at him. Even Katie and Ginny, who was carrying his golden egg in her arms, didn't come to his rescue.

Though in Ginny's defence she seemed to be a bit busy blushing whenever he looked at her. She'd drop her head and smile bashfully at the golden egg like it was a baby. Harry had no doubts the deluded fangirl was loving holding something he'd clutched to his body for dear life. Damn thing probably smelled of him.

'Don't know why you're looking at them Harry,' George said, his hand gripped the back of Harry's head and turned it forwards again as they neared a very amused looking Fat Lady. 'They all lost money too. We had faith in you, you let us down. Now you're gonna come party with us and by Merlin you're gonna enjoy it.'

Harry sighed dramatically and slumped forwards in the Twin's grip. 'Fine.'

The team laughed at his antics, as did the Fat Lady as she swung open at the muttered password, as they barrelled Harry through to the Common Room.

The party had started without him. Teenagers were spread out, eating, drinking, chattering animatedly and there were already couples forming all over the room, Harry even saw one boy being led by his hands by two girls up to the seventh year dorms. Lucky bastard.

The Twins let go of Harry as his feet touched the floor and he was mobbed by his housemates.

'Harry!' Seamus was the first to get to him and shook his hands enthusiastically, his face aglow with excitement. 'Mate, you were so cool! How'd you come up with making yourself into a rocket?'

'Well actually Seamus ….' Harry started before he was interrupted by Dean.

'Dude! Where the hell have you been? We've been waiting to party with you for a month. We even got you some Butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks!'

Harry grimaced. 'Dean I'm not that fond of …' Harry tried again but was interrupted again as Lavender threw her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

'So glad you're okay Harry,' Lavender bawled into his neck. Harry fought down the blush building on his cheeks. Lavender had certainly been the … early bloomer … out of their year group. She pulled back her black hair, she'd dyed it again then, framed her pretty face. 'Say Harry are you going with anyone to the …'

'Oh no you don't Lav. You're already going with Seamus.' Parvati nudged her friend out of the way as she gave Harry a supposedly seductive smile. Looping her own arms around Harry's neck, she pulled closer to him. It wasn't as nice a hug as Lavender's but hey, Harry wasn't gonna complain. Besides, Parvati was a twin … the possibilities. 'I'm free though Harry.'

Harry didn't have time to respond though as Parvati was pulled away from him just as quickly as she'd arrived by an irate Lavender.

Harry sighed in relief and rolled his eyes as a clear drink was forced into his hand by a random seventh year Harry vaguely recognised as Frank Butters, a Muggle-born with tawny hair and brown eyes. The taller boy didn't say anything but clicked his glass against Harry's and downed his own drink.

Harry sniffed it and hummed slightly. Vodka huh? Okay, this party might not be so bad after all.

Harry necked it and Butters grinned at him before chasing after a seventh year girl, Stacy Wilkins, who ran a hand across his shoulders with a flirty smile.

Butters spared him a wink and was after Stacy before Harry could blink. Harry wasn't left alone for long though as Lee Jordan came back with a plateful of food and a goblet of amber liquid.

'Cracking show you put on Harry, shame about the commentating.' Lee said as he shoved the plate into Harry's uncertain hands. Lee's eyes widened and he shook his head feverishly. 'Oh no Harry, the Twins haven't touched this food.'

'What about some of the girls Lee?' Harry said as the group of boys around him burst into raucous laughter. 'Don't need another love potion in my drink.'

The Quidditch commentator crowed with laughter. 'Yeah poor Ron is still embarrassed about that. Vane really should have learned that you're not that easy to trick by now.'

Harry repressed a shudder as he thought about his creepiest stalker. Ginny was a bit weird but she was harmless enough. Romilda Vane? She'd been putting things in his drinks and his food since the middle of Harry's third year. Ron had been unfortunate enough to pick up Harry's goblet once at dinner.

Romilda had had to put up with a lovestruck Ron Weasley for a week before the potion had worn off. Harry still felt kinda bad for not fixing that, the antidote was rather simple … but it was just too funny to watch the youngest Weasley boy follow Romilda around like a puppy.

'She should have.' Harry chuckled and took a big bite out of the ham roll on his plate. 'And you're right, Bagman's got nothing on your commentating skills Lee.'

Lee chuckled and Harry was pushed forwards to the sofas and sat himself down to eat the rest of the food. He tried to listen to all of the chattering going on around him but it was difficult to make a lot of it out.

Some of the girls had filtered in around the boys and Harry soon found himself with Ginny Weasley on his left, still clutching the egg, a fifth year girl he didn't know, who had her hand on his leg, on his right and a smirking Katie Bell sat opposite him.

'So Katie,' Harry coughed out as the fifth year girl started playing with his hair and whispering things in his ear that would make Sirius blush. 'How goes the Quidditch practices? When's the first m-match!'

Harry jumped a little as the fifth year girl, Valerie he thought her name was, squeezed his leg and giggled into his ear.

Harry could feel Ginny's glare but she wasn't the only one who seemed to disapprove of Valerie's attentions to Harry's leg.

'Oh for Merlin's sake Valerie,' Katie hissed. 'Me and Ginny are sat right here!'

Valerie rested her head on Harry's shoulder and fixed Katie with bleary eyes. 'Then leave. Me and Harry want to be alone anyway right Harry?'

Valerie's hand slipped further up Harry's leg as she spoke until it was squeezing his inner thigh. She looked at him and Harry could smell alcohol on her breath.

'Erm,' Harry said articulately. He looked Valerie up and down. She was certainly hot. Even if she was drunk as all hell. Her Hogwarts uniform was dishevelled, the top two buttons of her blouse unbuttoned, teasing him with creamy white skin and the hint of cleavage. Harry tilted his head towards Valerie's smiling lips. It would be so easy just to …

'Potter,' a familiar voice brought Harry's lusty thoughts to a careening stop. 'What the hell are you doing?'

Harry detached himself from a scowling Valerie and turned to face the voice.

'Hello Neville.' Harry stood as the people around him drifted away from the two boys. 'I wondered when you'd show up.'