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Chapter Four.

It was all quiet in boy's area in the Gryffindor tower. However, faint music could be heard drifting down the hall. Fortunately, most of the boys were heavy sleepers, except for Andrew. He had woken up just before dawn, a habit he developed in Japan, and chose to take a shower. And there he was in the shower, in all his naked glory, singing to the music blaring from the waterproof CD player speakers.

Singing to ABBA. Yes, that's right. ABBA.

Fortunately for Andrew, no one else was up at this ungodly hour. Except for a one Harry Potter who woke from a nightmare laced sleep – most likely a result from the ABBA music - which involved most of Gryffindor tower population commencing ritual suicide, the Slytherins promoting House Elf rights and Snape and Dumbledore waltzing around to – you guessed it – ABBA music. 'Note to self' he thought, 'Never, ever accept some food from the Weasley twins before going to bed.'

Harry looked over at the bed by the window – the one which Andrew occupied – and noticed the brunette was missing. Hearing the noise from the washroom – and wondering how he managed to sleep through the racket – Harry concluded that Andrew was in the shower. He decided to take a shower himself. Weather he was being naughty and hoped to see Andrew naked, or he really wanted to take a shower, we will never know.

Inside the washroom, Andrew changed the song. 'Thank god' Harry thought when he heard the change of music. However, the new song was a lot more…sexual than ABBA could ever be. And when the rich tenor voice floated down the hall, Harry's pants became a lot more uncomfortable than they should have been.

Ooh, you got big muscles rippling
Underneath your shirt
I'm so glad to meet you, baby
Tell me, what do you do for work?
Me? I'm just a housewife
So sad and all alone
Desperate for a strong man
To help me fix my home
I know I must look a sight
In this--this flimsy little dress
Won't you try your very best
To save a damsel in distress?

Harry was walking to the bathroom, completely entranced by the voice. And the lyrics.

I've got tasty treats to tempt you
Come and sit down on my couch
I'm sure it won't take long
To figure all my problems out
My home, it needs attention
It's such a big old mess
Take out your trusty tool
And save this damsel in distress

Now, you need no invitation, baby
Just walk in and shut the door
Follow the red rose petals that I've left
Scattered on the floor
I'll be upstairs waiting
With a wisp of honeydew
Customize and tell a maid
For a handed man like you
You know, I'd be so grateful
If you'd come relieve my stress
Won't you heed my S.O.S.
And save a damsel in distress?

So sweet
I got the need if you're willing to please
Trust me
I make it so good that you won't wanna leave

I got tasty treats to tempt you
Come and sit down on my couch
I'm sure it won't take long
To figure all my problems out
My home, it needs attention
It's such a big old mess
Take out your trusty tool
And save this damsel in distress

At this point, Harry's ear was pressed against the wooden door of the washroom. His head was still up on Cloud Nine and he didn't notice that the music and water had stopped. The door suddenly opened and Harry found himself falling forward before being caught in a strong pair of – wet – arms.

"Harry?" the deep voice questioned.

The blushing boy in question looked up to the concerned brown orbs that were quizzically staring at him. "Sorry." He murmured, looking down at his feet. "I fell."
"I can see that" the taller boy laughed. He looked down at the pale child in his arms and absently brushed away the lock of hair that obscured the emerald eyes.

Harry blushed an even darker shade of red – if that was possible – and ran off, muttering about taking a shower. 'Most preferably a cold one' he thought.

'Cute little bugger' thought Andrew. 'Kinda clumsy though…which is weird. I thought he was supposed to be good at quidditch. Whatever, there's a first time for everything.' The boy mused, pulling on a light grey cut-off shirt before – grudgingly – putting on the trademark black Hogwarts robe, with the Gryffindor badge pinned at the side. Stepping into a pair of silk black boxers and pants, the dark haired Asian ran out of the dorm with his bag, his stomach ordering him to the great hall for breakfast.

Fate seemed to want Andrew to run into another boy, yet not the other brunette that he had in mind. No, after a few minutes of running down the hall, Andrew crashed into a certain sliver haired Slytherin when he turned around the corner.

"Watch where you are going!" The cold voice snapped. Andrew peered into the pair of cold sliver eyes and smiled.

"Your father taught you a lot of things didn't he Draco? The voice is, however, not one that impresses me. You'll have to do better than that." Andrew began to pick up the books scattered around him, noticing the Slytherin's open-mouthed shock. "Close your mouth, the flies will get in." And with that, the boy walked away.

Spotting Hermione and Ginny, he sat next to them, greeting them before digging into the fruit before him. Hermione and Ginny watched as the boy consumed a plate of fruit, never touching the other plates.

"Someone likes fruit" remarked Ginny.

Andrew stuck his tongue out at the younger girl. "I have to keep my schoolboy figure. I ate too much junk yesterday."

The two girls giggled. Hermione then frowned, remembering that the boy had hardly eaten anything then a couple of spoonfuls of mashed potatoes and a slice of beef. She voiced her thoughts, but was cut off by Andrew, who said "Yeah I didn't eat that much at dinner, but I went down to the kitchens after."

"Did you know that Hogwarts-" Hermione began.

"-has the highest population of House Elves in Britain." Andrew finished her sentence.

Hermione and Ginny looked at the boy in amazement. Ginny giggled and said "Hermione, I think we've found someone who is as smart as you."

The older girls fake huffed and dramatically stomped out the door, calling out, "I'll be at the library." Ginny soon followed after, looking apologicaly back at the Asian, who, with a snobbish manner, waved her away while smiling. Ginny grinned and ran after Hermione.
Picking up an apple and sinking his teeth into it, he surveyed the Great Hall, and saw Harry and Ron running to the Gryffindor table. Both of them sat and began to gorge themselves on the food.

"So why did you see Madame Pomfrey yesterday?" Harry asked in-between bites of bacon.

"Back home, I used to intern with our healer. I wanted to know if I could do the same here. I did an healer examination test and she told me it's very likely that I can intern with her." The brunette absentmindedly replied, his eyes glazing over as he stared at the enchanted ceiling.

Ron was oblivious to Andrew's lack of attention. He seemed to only care about the plate in front of him. Harry looked at the Asian and his eyes were distracted by a glint of sliver metal that hung on Andrew's neck. Whatever the necklace looked like, Harry didn't know, because most of it was under Andrew's shirt. Harry then noticed that the older boy was grasping something beneath his shirt.

"No…" the boy muttered, his eyes still glazed over. "No…" He suddenly snapped out of his trace before getting up and picked up his bag. "I gotta go to class." He said, before he ran out of the Great Hall.

Headmaster Dumbledore looked at the running Asian boy. He pondered why the boy would run off so suddenly, but decided to put that piece of information away for later use.

Harry turned to Ron and said "I thought today was a free day. For all classes and all years."

Ron looked at Harry and said "Yeah? So?"

Harry sighed and said "Nevermind."

Andrew was running quickly up to the Astronomy tower, so intent on which staircase to follow that he didn't notice the girl in front of him until the last moment. He collided with her with a crashing and both of them ended up on the floor, groaning from pain.

"Hermione?" The girl in question looked up to see Andrew strewn across the floor in front of her. Her eyes noticed the gleaming white stone on a silver chain – which Andrew hurriedly stuffed away. The boy got up and picked up his bag.

"Andrew? What was that stone? I'm sure I've seen it in a book before…"

"Don't get into things you don't know of Hermione." She looked up in surprise from the cold voice of the Asian. "I didn't ask you why you have a damn time-turner. I respect your privacy, and I expect you to do the same." With that, the boy turned and ran up to the Astronomy tower.

Hermione felt for the time-turner and it was under her shirt, where she left it. How did the boy know?

Andrew shut the wooden door behind him, muttered "obfirmo" and pointed to the door. The lock clicked shut and glowed light blue before fading. He then went to the window and took out his necklace, lacing the metal between his fingers which were crossed in a prayer formation. His index fingers were touching and the stone was balanced on his palms. He muttered "Ostendo resero exsto cos silicis nafat" while his eyes were focused on the facets of the stone. He began to see several fragmented pictures, all of them randomly flickering in the stone and as he began to focus, the images began to slow down, grow in depth and order.

He continued to stare at the stone, while muttering a few words before his eyes grew wide.

What he saw made him wrench his eyes from the stone, and look at the sky outside in horror and defeat. In the white stone, the image of the dark mark was fading, along with Harry tied to a statue and Cedric Diggory lying on the ground dead.

"Abeo" he muttered and the once glittering stone grew dark. He sighed and looked at the stone again. He contemplated on scrying again, but chose not to. Instead, he held the stone up so it aligned to the sun and held his left hand under it. His left hand began to glow and a light green aura surrounded it. He said in a clear voice "Resero rex Regis magus liegus nafat." The green glow from his hand erupted to white flames which briefly touched the stone before dying away. From the stone, a clear glow formed and a bolt of that light struck the ground before Andrew. He stepped backwards, his eyes watching the light as it grew to 8 feet and slowly faded away, leaving a tall, violet eyed man standing where the light was. Andrew bowed his head and looked up to the man.

He gazed into Andrew's eyes and spoke. "Why have you summoned me, Moon-child?"

"My lord," he replied, "I have seen a horror in my scry stone."

"May I see?" The man said.

Wordlessly, Andrew held up the stone and waved his hand over it. The images flashed in the stone before fading. Andrew looked up to the man's eyes and noticed the troubled look.

"This is to happen, no matter what we try child."

"Yes, but it shouldn't happen. I mean, what is the point of our powers if we don't USE them? We see into the future yet we just stand and watch?"

"As Alduro's, we watch and change only when the time is dire and the wizards are in need of help. That future may not be fixed, but the event is to happen. Tom is to rise again, and we are unable to stop it. The fabric that the fates have weaved is absolute."

"Yet that other boy is to die? He dies because he shared the glory and the prize."

The man sighed, and kneeled down to Andrew's eye level (he's that tall). "Your thoughts are clouded by your feelings to these boys. Andrew…you have the purest hearts among all of us, and you are one of the most gifted at the use of a scry stone. You are very powerful in our ways and spells…but what if you were to change the events? What would happen then? You are only a fey, half fairy and half human. With your heritage, it is a curse and a blessing. You have powers from both, allowing you to be a Wizard and having fairy magic to aid you. Yet, you have sentimentalities and ties to humanity. You are half mortal, and you can die. Our people wouldn't want you to die. I do not want to see you die. The price to changing the future is high, and are you willing to give your life for it?"

Andrew remained silent, his mind mulling over what the man had said. "My lord," he slowly said, "If my life is the price, then I would willingly pay for it. I haven't known them for more than a day, but…I feel like I know them better than those other people do. When I scryed today, I saw the possible futures where this event doesn't happen. And even in the futures where it did happen yet both of them lived… and they look so happy. They have a large chance of happiness in their lives and I will not let them miss it. They both deserve it." He looked defiantly into the other man's eyes and waited.

The man sighed. "Well," he said, "if that is your choice, then so be it. As King of Fairies, I will not interfere with your doings unless punishment is needed by accordance to the laws." He looked at the boy in front of him and smiled sadly. "Here, take this." Pressing a ring into Andrew's hand, he looked at the boy before turning. "I'll take my leave."

Andrew bowed and shielded his eyes from the bright flash of light. "Good bye…father." He muttered.