Whenever I put a story I never can find it again, so I'm not even sure if
anyone is reading this but I'm still writing because I love it.
Disclaimer: Not mine blahdy blah blah blah
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Cara curled up further under the duvets before stretching and opened his eyes to the morning light. He smiled wistfully, reaching to the hollow of his neck and toyed with the wolf pendant hanging there.
He held it up to look at it more closely, his smile growing wider. After a few moments of gazing at his present he sat up ready to start the day. He flicked on his CD player he'd purchased a while back and a Celtic melody filled his bedroom. He went about his morning rituals, picking out a pair of bootleg patched jeans and a cream flowing tunic to wear with it.
When he was ready he all but jogged to Harry's dorm-room. They had planned to go out for the Sunday because Harry, being the moral person that he was, still felt a little guilty at leaving him on his own yesterday. He knocked quietly on the door when a muffled 'come in' sounded from inside.
Opening the door timidly he peered round.
"Are you decent?" He whispered into the Cinnamon smelling room...Harry's smell.
"Yep, not naked or anything." He heard a voice call from the bathroom. He smiled and walked in, clicking the door behind him.
Harry walked out of the bathroom and Cara tried not to stare, as always. Harry had thrown on a pair of brown trousers and had accompanied it with a flowy green shirt.
"So what are we actually doing t-today?" Cara asked as he looked into Harry's deep peridot green eyes. He felt a blush coming to his face and yet always felt guilty. He'd accepted a few years back that he preferred boys to girls but he never had to worry about falling for any of his friends as he didn't have any. He'd always been the quiet bookish one at the back but when Harry had come over and said hi he found that he wanted to get to know him.
Harry was just so nice, more confidant then him but there was an air of maturity, of something older and more ancient that was held in the evergreen gaze. Something that made him feel more...human...
"Well I say a forest nearby and I thought seeing as it's autumn it would be nice to go for a walk through it...that ok?" Harry asked as he shook the crinkles out of his bottle green travelling cloak. He looked over at Cara who nodded.
"Sure, I'll n-need to go get something to throw over this though." He gestured to himself and Harry cocked his head before heading over to his wardrobe. He pulled out a wood brown cloak and handed it to Cara with a grin.
"You can borrow that if you like, suits your top." He winked and Cara smiled as he pulled on the heavy piece of material. Harry swung his own on and then walked to the door where he made a grand gesture with his arm.
"After you."
~*~
The red and gold leaves trickled down from the tall trees like fountains of fire, swirling and dancing in the light breeze. Sycamore seeds spun as they spiralled to the decorated earth and an occasional song from various birds would feel the otherwise pleasantly quiet forest.
The only other sound that filled the air was the crunches of dead leaves underfoot two young wizards who spoke in soft voices with the odd laugh here and there.
"And t-the room appears...."
"Whenever I needed it, yes" Harry chuckled at the awed look on Cara's face.
"So you conveniently t-thought 'Hey I know I'll make an illegal d-defence group.' I wish I'd gone to Hogwarts, I would've j-joined." He said with a slight pout, which made Harry laugh a little more.
"So do I, then we would've been the Fab four rather then the Golden Trio...I still can't believe everyone called us that." He shook his head and Cara patted his shoulder whilst he laughed.
"I think the Scooby gang would've been b-better, what with you guys working out the s-strange goings on of the school."
"Ron could have been Shaggy." Harry laughed and Cara shook his head.
"You would've been Fred." He offered which only sent Harry into more fits.
"Hermione would have to be Velma, which makes you Daphne." He choked out and Cara pretended to think about it before laughing himself.
"I think I'd be Scooby t-then." The smile on his face slipped a little and he became quiet, which sobered Harry up. He placed a gentle hand on the blonde's shoulder, making him face him.
"What's up?" He asked quietly and Cara looked away, sighing then looking back at Harry before he'd turn away again. Harry let him battle with himself for a few moments before leading him to a falling tree to sit upon.
"Cara...you know you can tell me anything right. You'll find I'm rather accepting."
Cara looked into Harry's honest eyes and was about to convince himself not to tell the other boy his secret when he felt his hand encased between two warm ones. He looked down at the hands, finally recalling the newspaper article he'd read when he was 14.
"Harry...Um...Your w-werewolf friend? Do you and h-he get along w-well." He frowned a little, as his usual stutter seemed to be coming back more. He looked at hid friend who looked a little confused but nodded anyway.
"Yeah, he's like a father to me. He knew my dad when he was our age and he looks after me," He smiled, "He's really nice and it always upsets me when other people refuse to see past his curse to the kind man that's really there."
Cara nodded as he absorbed this then turned his body to face Harry fully.
"W-would you care if a-another one of your friends w-was a Werewolf?"
Harry frowned then his eyebrows shot up as it finally made sense. He caught the pained anxious look on his friend's face and he simply smiled whilst giving the trembling hand in his a reassuring squeeze.
"No, I don't care." He said clearly and Cara gave a little happy sob as Harry hugged his new friend close. "You daft thing, You knew I already had a Lychan friend, why were you so worried?"
Cara chuckled weakly as he wiped his eyes, Harry's arms still around his shoulders and he shrugged.
"I-I don't know, It seems stupid now t-though." They both chuckled lightly and Harry squeezed him once more before standing with his hand held out to help Cara up.
~*~
Harry lay on his back on his bed, arms folded behind his head as Cara sat cross-legged with his back against the headboard, Harry's bed throw over his lap.
"Do you use the Wolfsbane potion?" The taller boy asked and Cara nodded.
"Costs a lot, but it's worth it."
"Costs? Well I know someone who makes it for Lupin, I can ask him to make a bit more for you." Harry said as he sat up and came to rest so he was sat beside the young werewolf.
"Oh y-you couldn't do that, I don't want to be a nuisance." Cara looked into his lap and Harry nudged him to look at him again.
"I know the...financial...difficulties of the curse so please let me do this for you...you're too nice a person to have to be ridiculed for something that wasn't your fault."
Cara found himself getting teary again but a smile pulled at his lips "O- ok." He whispered.
("That's one secret, one to go.") He thought as he looked at Harry's smiling face and he rested his head on the raven-haired boy's shoulder. Harry placed an arm around him and the two carried on talking into the late hours of the night, curling up on Harry's bed to sleep around one.
Disclaimer: Not mine blahdy blah blah blah
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Cara curled up further under the duvets before stretching and opened his eyes to the morning light. He smiled wistfully, reaching to the hollow of his neck and toyed with the wolf pendant hanging there.
He held it up to look at it more closely, his smile growing wider. After a few moments of gazing at his present he sat up ready to start the day. He flicked on his CD player he'd purchased a while back and a Celtic melody filled his bedroom. He went about his morning rituals, picking out a pair of bootleg patched jeans and a cream flowing tunic to wear with it.
When he was ready he all but jogged to Harry's dorm-room. They had planned to go out for the Sunday because Harry, being the moral person that he was, still felt a little guilty at leaving him on his own yesterday. He knocked quietly on the door when a muffled 'come in' sounded from inside.
Opening the door timidly he peered round.
"Are you decent?" He whispered into the Cinnamon smelling room...Harry's smell.
"Yep, not naked or anything." He heard a voice call from the bathroom. He smiled and walked in, clicking the door behind him.
Harry walked out of the bathroom and Cara tried not to stare, as always. Harry had thrown on a pair of brown trousers and had accompanied it with a flowy green shirt.
"So what are we actually doing t-today?" Cara asked as he looked into Harry's deep peridot green eyes. He felt a blush coming to his face and yet always felt guilty. He'd accepted a few years back that he preferred boys to girls but he never had to worry about falling for any of his friends as he didn't have any. He'd always been the quiet bookish one at the back but when Harry had come over and said hi he found that he wanted to get to know him.
Harry was just so nice, more confidant then him but there was an air of maturity, of something older and more ancient that was held in the evergreen gaze. Something that made him feel more...human...
"Well I say a forest nearby and I thought seeing as it's autumn it would be nice to go for a walk through it...that ok?" Harry asked as he shook the crinkles out of his bottle green travelling cloak. He looked over at Cara who nodded.
"Sure, I'll n-need to go get something to throw over this though." He gestured to himself and Harry cocked his head before heading over to his wardrobe. He pulled out a wood brown cloak and handed it to Cara with a grin.
"You can borrow that if you like, suits your top." He winked and Cara smiled as he pulled on the heavy piece of material. Harry swung his own on and then walked to the door where he made a grand gesture with his arm.
"After you."
~*~
The red and gold leaves trickled down from the tall trees like fountains of fire, swirling and dancing in the light breeze. Sycamore seeds spun as they spiralled to the decorated earth and an occasional song from various birds would feel the otherwise pleasantly quiet forest.
The only other sound that filled the air was the crunches of dead leaves underfoot two young wizards who spoke in soft voices with the odd laugh here and there.
"And t-the room appears...."
"Whenever I needed it, yes" Harry chuckled at the awed look on Cara's face.
"So you conveniently t-thought 'Hey I know I'll make an illegal d-defence group.' I wish I'd gone to Hogwarts, I would've j-joined." He said with a slight pout, which made Harry laugh a little more.
"So do I, then we would've been the Fab four rather then the Golden Trio...I still can't believe everyone called us that." He shook his head and Cara patted his shoulder whilst he laughed.
"I think the Scooby gang would've been b-better, what with you guys working out the s-strange goings on of the school."
"Ron could have been Shaggy." Harry laughed and Cara shook his head.
"You would've been Fred." He offered which only sent Harry into more fits.
"Hermione would have to be Velma, which makes you Daphne." He choked out and Cara pretended to think about it before laughing himself.
"I think I'd be Scooby t-then." The smile on his face slipped a little and he became quiet, which sobered Harry up. He placed a gentle hand on the blonde's shoulder, making him face him.
"What's up?" He asked quietly and Cara looked away, sighing then looking back at Harry before he'd turn away again. Harry let him battle with himself for a few moments before leading him to a falling tree to sit upon.
"Cara...you know you can tell me anything right. You'll find I'm rather accepting."
Cara looked into Harry's honest eyes and was about to convince himself not to tell the other boy his secret when he felt his hand encased between two warm ones. He looked down at the hands, finally recalling the newspaper article he'd read when he was 14.
"Harry...Um...Your w-werewolf friend? Do you and h-he get along w-well." He frowned a little, as his usual stutter seemed to be coming back more. He looked at hid friend who looked a little confused but nodded anyway.
"Yeah, he's like a father to me. He knew my dad when he was our age and he looks after me," He smiled, "He's really nice and it always upsets me when other people refuse to see past his curse to the kind man that's really there."
Cara nodded as he absorbed this then turned his body to face Harry fully.
"W-would you care if a-another one of your friends w-was a Werewolf?"
Harry frowned then his eyebrows shot up as it finally made sense. He caught the pained anxious look on his friend's face and he simply smiled whilst giving the trembling hand in his a reassuring squeeze.
"No, I don't care." He said clearly and Cara gave a little happy sob as Harry hugged his new friend close. "You daft thing, You knew I already had a Lychan friend, why were you so worried?"
Cara chuckled weakly as he wiped his eyes, Harry's arms still around his shoulders and he shrugged.
"I-I don't know, It seems stupid now t-though." They both chuckled lightly and Harry squeezed him once more before standing with his hand held out to help Cara up.
~*~
Harry lay on his back on his bed, arms folded behind his head as Cara sat cross-legged with his back against the headboard, Harry's bed throw over his lap.
"Do you use the Wolfsbane potion?" The taller boy asked and Cara nodded.
"Costs a lot, but it's worth it."
"Costs? Well I know someone who makes it for Lupin, I can ask him to make a bit more for you." Harry said as he sat up and came to rest so he was sat beside the young werewolf.
"Oh y-you couldn't do that, I don't want to be a nuisance." Cara looked into his lap and Harry nudged him to look at him again.
"I know the...financial...difficulties of the curse so please let me do this for you...you're too nice a person to have to be ridiculed for something that wasn't your fault."
Cara found himself getting teary again but a smile pulled at his lips "O- ok." He whispered.
("That's one secret, one to go.") He thought as he looked at Harry's smiling face and he rested his head on the raven-haired boy's shoulder. Harry placed an arm around him and the two carried on talking into the late hours of the night, curling up on Harry's bed to sleep around one.
