Disclaimer: Last I checked, the only think I owned was a couple of Manga and some plush dolls. Instead, I am owned by my cat, Sarin, the Satanist kitty from hell. Oh wait, I want to buy Danny-Boy!

A/N w00t! Sorry I haven't updated in forever! I've gotten writers block boohoo... I'll try to update faster though! It shant be TOO hard, shant it? Wait... did that even make since...? Well, this chapter is laid back. Just something to get meh juices flowin' again... BTW Lakenheath AFB is real, and I'm not making it up! I used to live there when I first got to England! I also went to the BX in Mildenhall AFB... Wait, none of you non-air force brats wouldn't get this... Oh well, carry on...

I actually wrote this about a month ago, but 1) I forgot my password and 2) I've been on my dads computer which doesn't let me get onto anything that needs a password /except/ aohell...

Chapter Two: That's Classified

"So, um, Daniel?" Harry asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes?" The brown haired male looked up at him from his spot on the table, sipping his water.

"What do you do for a living?" Harry asked.

"I'm in the US Air Force," Daniel shrugged slightly, "I was on temporary assignment in Lakenheath AFB when I decided to talk to Remus."

"Oh, well that answers my second question," the young male smiled sheepishly.

He'd been with Remus and Daniel for four days, but he found he didn't really know much about the older male. He knew he liked him though. He found it hard not to like him. The cheerful smile, and the desire to learn... He could imagine Hermione becoming great friends with him quickly.

"So..." Daniel said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Right," Harry replied.

It had been difficult talking to him sometimes though, Harry realized. He wasn't used to talking to adults as an equal, for starters. Then there was the whole muggle thing... Harry sighed, getting the feeling Daniel was also holding something back. Could he be a vampire or something? No, he'd been out in the sun...

"Where do you do to school?" Daniel asked at last.

"Hogwarts."

Daniel leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table and his chin on his palm. He looked interested.

"Hogwarts? Where is that? Is it a public school?"

Harry stared at him for a moment, as if to try to decide how to answer the question. Daniel's gaze didn't leave him, almost as if the male didn't realize he was staring. Harry laughed, slightly nervously. It was weird having someone give him so much attention.

"It's well... a school... In Scotland... A really prestigious boarding school. Middle through High..." he rubbed his chin, "I guess other then that it's pretty normal..."

"I've never heard of it," Daniel admitted, "But hey, it's a British school, right?"

Harry nodded, as if missing the fact Daniel wasn't asking a question. Daniel laughed softly, before sipping his water.

"How are you and Remus related?" Harry asked, blunter then he meant too.

"Huh? Oh, we have the same mother," Daniel shrugged, "But... she died when I was a kid."

"Oh..."

Daniel shrugged, trying not to remember the incident.

"I sort of know what that's like," Harry said after a moment, "Both my parents died when I was little."

"How?"

Daniel was giving Harry that same naive questioning gaze, and Harry began to wonder if he realized he was doing it. It was kind of... Harry couldn't think of the right word. Annoying? No... Curios? Well, yes, but... Intense seemed to fit too...

"They were murdered by a man named Voldermort..." Harry said finally.

"Voldermort? Did they lock him up?" Daniel's gaze didn't falter.

"No, he got away," the young male looked down, both sad and aggravated. "They can't catch him..."

"That's horrible..."

Almost as if he didn't think about it, Daniel reached over and put a hand on Harry's shoulder, startling the younger male. He looked up, and saw Daniel's smile. He couldn't help but smile in return.

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"So, you two are getting along?"

Daniel and Harry shared a look. Both of them wanted to say yes, but wanted to see if the other would have said the same thing. This time Harry smiled first. Remus watched, chuckling softly.

"Well, that's good," he said, sitting on the couch next to Harry, "Sorry I had to leave earlier."

"It's okay," Harry shrugged.

"You get the job?" Daniel asked, stretching tiredly.

"They'll call."

Daniel looked at Remus, who shrugged.

"What kind of jobs have you had?" Daniel questioned.

"A few odd ones... I was a Defense- Gym teacher once," Remus said, "At Hogwarts."

"Gym? Doesn't seem like you... I could see more history or something..."

Remus snorted into his drink, having imagined Binns being sacked so he could get the job. Harry smiled, also having thought along those lines. Daniel remind clueless.

"I can see you being a History teacher, actually," Remus said after a moment.

"I was once... sort of," Daniel half smiled.

"Sort of...?"

"Classified."

"Really?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, and Daniel smiled back.

"Not really," he said after a moment, "but I know some people in the 'Classified' business."

"Like... Area... 50... Something," Harry shrugged, "In America... You know what I'm talking about?"

"Ahh... The Alien HQ Area 51," Daniel smiled.

"Are there really aliens there? Or alien technology?"

"That's Classified."

Whether Daniel was joking or not, Harry couldn't tell. He just kept that kind-hearted smile on his face, before picking up a book to read while Remus turned on the TV.

Yes, Harry decided. Daniel was a good person. He did in fact like him. Though why he had to admit this to himself so professionally was beyond him.