A week later Draco and Harry were heading to the Floo to catch the train. I had said my goodbye to Atem and the others, Roya staying behind, and agreed to make it to Egypt this winter break, so long as they made it to the Yule Ball at the Malfoy manor. Roya was going to ride the train with us, Dumbledore relented after Madam Pomfrey confirmed the potential risk in not allowing him.

"Hey, Dray. I'm going to try and meet with the Weasley twins, 'kay? I promised I'd talked to them more on the train." Harry said.

"I suppose. Try not to use words like 'kay. It's uncouth." Draco shook his head lightly.

"Right. And sounding like a pompous prat is very couth." Harry teased before heading off. His trunk was on the dolly, mine having been taken to Severus' rooms last night. Harry was nearing the train when I felt him tense and noticed him glancing at the two youngest Weasley's and a girl with bushy brown hair. Pushing slightly, Harry let me take over easily enough.

"I take it the brunet is Hermine?" I asked, while I continued our path to the train.

"Yes." Harry said.

"I got this, Harry. But you will have to face them again someday."

"Maybe when I get used to this again?"

"Sure. I can be out primarily if you want. You'll just need to give me heads up."

"You don't mind?" Harry asked tensely.

"Not at all. You weren't given time to be afraid of anything last time, were you?"

"No. Thank you." Harry sighed.

"Any time. Harry don't try and pretend to be fine with me here. Be afraid if you want, be weak, be strong, just be Harry, who and whatever that is." I sent comforting waves to Harry. "I don't care who or what you decide to be. I will always support you, the same as you have for me. Even if you decide you'd rather be treated as a child or a dragon, or even a pretty princess, I am here for you, always." I smiled as I sat down in a compartment.

"Thank you. But I doubt I want to be a dragon. So, about you and Roya?" Harry waved his eyebrows, which we were still trying to figure out how we could do that.

I glanced up at Roya who was sitting across from me. "I think I love him, but I won't tell him. However, I felt comfortable around Severus too."

"Yah… You and Severus won't happen. He's likely taken the big brother role, same as Atem. I noticed it's a similar comfort with both. You should tell Roya. Even if he turns you down, this will eat at you more not saying it."

"Pot, meet Kettle."

"Hey, Roya, can I say something, and you not take it badly." I asked him.

"Sure, Bakura." Roya smiled.

"Just remember to be careful with the name…" I sighed. "The thing I wanted to say, and Harry is insistent I tell you and not just keep it in, I think I love you. In a romantic way. I only say think, since as you know I have no experience with such emotions." I was looking at the floor.

"I remember about the name. I know about your lack of experience. Are you sure it's not some remnant of our bond?" Roya placed his hand on my knee.

"I am sure. I never felt anything from that bond." I glanced up at him, knowing my face was flushed.

"We will see, then. You are still considered a child, even in Egypt. So, we can explore this feeling of yours until you know for sure, ok?" Roya tilted my chin to make me meet his eyes.

"Ok." I smiled before pulling back.

"Told you so." Harry gloated.

"Shut up." I muttered back, embarrassed.

"Harry!" One twin's head popped into our compartment.

"You find him?" The other twin asked from behind.

"Nope, he just said my name for no reason." I laughed. "Come on in. Oh, this is Priest Roya, my healer."

"He's kinda pale…"

"For an Egyptian."

"We're Fred and…"

"Gorge Wesley and together we are…"

"Forge and Gred!" They finished together with a flourish.

"I was born here in England, but my father and I travelled a lot when I was young. He died in Egypt, but I spent my time until after High School in Japan. I moved to Egypt when I discovered a natural talent I had was connected to Egypt, with a few of my friends." Roya explained.

"That's interesting."

"Fascinating really."

"So, you're here to help…"

"Our Harrikins?"

"So, he doesn't die…"

"Or cause an incident?"

"Yes. Prince Bakura has asked I report to him immediately if someone tries to intentionally cause Harry harm. Obviously, petty childish pranks won't institute any repercussions, however that'll change if he's targeted." Roya smiled. I moved over to sit next to Roya so the twins could sit on the other bench.

"Isn't he the Proxy…"

"Who's already poisoned someone…"

"And openly admitted to being violent…"

"And vindictive?"

"Yes." I smiled before glaring at the door where another red head just showed up.