Harry walked to the lake and sat by the edge in the rain not caring if he became ill. Not as though he would, he never did. Wonder why he does it? Crossed his mind…
Thoughts only flitted across those thoughts and landed onto what he really needed to think about. Someone had saved him, he felt he knew who. How could it be though? When Draco hated him so much… He sat out there for a long time not knowing or caring exactly how long he'd been sat in the rain. Not noticing the greyish blue eyes watching him.
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Draco was trying to get the courage to walk over and confront the other boy, his green eyed boy, the saviour. He hated Harry though, well he thought he did but all these thoughts. The times Harry had saved him without a second thought, not caring of even his own safety. Draco knew though, that he loved him as well. But Blaise…He felt the guilt again. He needed to find her before pursuing any feeling's he had for Potter. Turning away he left behind the boy sat in the rain not looking towards Harry again.
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Lily smiled slightly as she started thinking like she used to, she never planned trying to escape before. There was nothing to escape for, her son and husband were dead, but her son was now alive! She needed to get out there, she needed to look after him. Their first plan, so simple it was sure to fail, but the timing would work. It had to work. The strongest guard was a werewolf and would be off on the full moon to change leaving the younger weaker guard alone. Lily would bring him closer to their cell through flirtation, she used to be a pro… she only hoped that this skill hadn't been lost. She'd grab him to the cell so Blaise could grab the keys from his belt. After opening the cell and knocking the man unconscious, they would run. Now all they had to wait for the next full moon.
All of them forget one error in their plan, the werewolf that would be guarding the outside of the manor.
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Severus sighed watching Harry sitting out in the rain once again, as much as he despised the boy he wouldn't let the boy be killed by pneumonia. Once again he walked out a wrapt a blanket around the boy and escorted him back into the castle.
The boy stood still, saying nothing, he just stood; watching. Sighing he walked off into the castle, that's how it always went. Severus would escort him in but never would say a word. Neither did… until a soft 'thank you' would echo down the halls so softly it was almost inaudible, but Severus heard it. Every time.
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A/n, it's crap, it'sshort and ittook me ages to update, it'll get better as I get back into the swing of things I promise! Please review the crappy shortness, and don't say it's too short, CAUSE I KNOW! PS. I'm in a very bad mood so review nicely.