Chapter Two -- Blame it on my fame

Harry was sitting back in the chair again. By now, the morning sun had clouded into a dull overcast manner. Harry wasn't surprised. This was how things went in the little suburb. In all reality, he was saddened by the fact that he'd moved into a place much like the Dursley's had owned, prior to them moving. But Harry had never kept up on them.

Surprisingly, everyone seemed to be taking this quite well. Hermione sat on the couch, drinking some water ("Harry – that coffee isn't doing you any good!") and watching Dannie get used to the place.

"It's odd, you know. Being so little, and suddenly everything's like... tiny." Picking up a picture frame, he observed the woman and man in it. After a moment, he set it back down, looking over to Harry who was watching him.

"So you all made this huge effort to just tell me Snape was dead?" The words seemed unreal when he spoke them. It was still sinking in that Snape was indeed, dead. And from the sounds of it, it wasn't all that pleasant of a death. Swallowing down the last swig of coffee, he looked up at Hermione's voice.

"Yes – and no." She started, though interrupted by Dannie.

"It gets better, mate." He added, absolutely chipper with the whole setting now. Flopping down on the couch next to Hermione, his arms stretched out across the back, as he rearranged the shirt and pants he'd changed in to. They were a little tight, but he wasn't complaining. As he'd stated before, the pillow just wasn't his colour.

"Shush, you." Hermione scolded lightly before looking back up to Harry. "Well, what we're doing this for, is because – well, because we need help. Snape had something, Harry. Something about... Voldemort returning." She blushed slightly as Dannie cringed, and Harry's eyes raised up to meet hers. "Well, not him per say. Oh bollucks. His power. His beliefs. We've no clue as to who's behind it all, but it's there, Harry. And we need all grown wizards help. And you're one of the better out there... Even if you're a whiney prat."

Harry looked up then sharply. His gaze had dropped, to watch his fingers twirl around the outside of the coffee cup that sat empty in his lap. But now, his vision was focused on Hermione. "I don't know anything that's been going on in the wizard world, Hermione." His words were slow, chosen as he went. He didn't want to blow up on her again. The dream like feeling of this whole predicament hadn't left him totally, and he was now just trying to figure things out, instead of yelling about them.

Not to mention the fact that Draco had immediately sprung to mind.

Bloody hell, he thought to himself, pushing the thoughts aside. Hermione's long sigh brought his attention back to the present.

"You've potential, mate." Was all Dannie said, before a razor like glare from Hermione stopped him short. Clearing his throat, he stood up. "Coffee, anyone?" With the silence that returned his question, he looked down, and side-stepped outside of the room, grumbling to himself. "Being a cat, I got more respect than that..."

Harry sighed, and looked to Hermione. Her pleading gaze hadn't left her features as she said, "Please, Harry. Just come back and help us. Just some... I mean, we all knew something was up when his power dropped out just like that, with no explanation. He was waiting Harry... Something's waiting. And the first thing they're going to come after is you." Her words lead off towards the end, the soft issue of his name making him almost twitch. God damn her! Damn her to hell for knowing his buttons!

The indefinable sound which he made as he jumped up left Hermione shocked, and surprised. And then he was out the door, walking out in the countryside. And all she could do was sigh. "Whiney prat." She grumbled to herself.

"So no one wants coffee.?" Dannie stepped out, one cup in each hand. Looking to the door that was slightly ajar, the empty room, and Hermione, he set down the cups on the counter, and started out the door. "Eh, Potter. What up, mate! It's not a bloody marathon!" Huffing and puffing, Dannie came up, and put his hand on Harry's shoulder, only to have it pushed off. "Okay then," Dannie muttered to himself, bent at the waist, his palms flat on his legs. Taking a deeper breath in, he watched as Harry kept walking, and finally just stopped.

They'd wound up in a field – the grass just below the knee. The grass was a faded green colour, corresponding with the new found summer season. Soon the grass would change to a brown, hay like colour, and die with the first frost. But Harry wasn't looking at the grass's life span. Now he was standing about ten feet in front of Dannie, watching the sea of khaki coloured branches sway in the morning breeze. The sky overhead was overcast, the distant clouds posing no threat to rain for the time being.

His thoughts were chasing one another around and around – thoroughly confusing Harry's line of thought. Be a wizard again? Be the Boy Who Lived once again? He sighed, his fists tightening at his sides. That all seemed like such a long ago dream, one that he'd woke from, thought about, and forgotten. He was as good as Muggle these days.

Brushing the hair back from his eyes as he watched the grass swing slightly, bending over, his shoulders dropped slightly. What if he had to face... Draco? A faint trace of unease crept through him. Harry's eyes closed then, the sharp memory etching it's way across his shut eyelids.

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"... Draco?" He'd approached him, the boy – no – man – he corrected himself, who had sat there crying while Harry debated. His thoughts hadn't been straight as he'd moved closer.

"Leave me be, Potter." The snarl that accompanied the words should've scared him off. But they hadn't. And he'd stepped closer. He couldn't bear to see anyone in pain, crying, when he thought it possible to do something. Though whatever could Harry do for this one enemy? The enemy that had haunted him from the very first day of his life at Hogwarts?

It was unreal, seeing him cry. It made him real. It made Draco no longer someone who was poised on a pedestal above him, looking down. It brought him back to earth, to be an equal with the rest of them. And then his arm was around him, and Draco had leaned in.

Or had he only imagined that? He couldn't quite recall. Though he could recall that his robe was black, as was Draco's. And his hair was still stark white, painted against the black canvas. And the shudders had calmed, and his arms had tightened, and Draco had given in, and Harry had liked it, and then Draco's lips had been against his, and he hadn't realized he'd even moved, and -

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"Potter?" Dannie's voice broke through the memory. Harry's eyes snapped open as he turned around.

"When do we leave?" Harry's voice foretold more emotion than Dannie had expected, and he merely blinked. All the while back, Harry kept thinking. Hermione had been more then happy, and chit-chatted to him the whole way back to inner London. She'd been relieved to see him and Dannie walk back through the door, if not surprised. Though she didn't ask for his reasoning. Instead, she made little meaningless talk about his former class... Though Harry knew why he was doing this. He was doing this for two reasons, at least he liked to think. Reason one was obvious. Someone had killed Snape. They had to be settled. And then there was Draco...

He was willing to give up more than the world if it meant he could hold him just once more, to see that side of him. If that side even existed... If.

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A/N: Well, thank you to the one reviewer. Rebel, I luff you. - -Gives cookie and pets.- Anyways, I figure I'll prolly get another chapter up by tomorrow... I just have this huge urge to write and write... xx; And, yeah. Harry's going to be a whiney prat for the first part, so, get used to it. He'll slowly get more... Nice xD;;

Rebel: I luff you. This one's for you. xD;;

Chewy: This's meh editor. xD; She finds little stupid mistakes I miss while I'm busy typing and eating a hot cookie [Note: That's not a good idea... xX'] Yeah. She's helping with research from the books, and also with plot line and twists. Lurve her oO;;

Chapter Titles: The chapter titles are from Cold's 'Whatever you Became' I'm not sure if it fits this story yet, but it's a good song. xD;

Luff all my non-existant readers. xD;;

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