Another week later, Draco fell onto his bed and sighed. It was a tiring day and he wanted to sleep. As he drifted off, he heard a noise in the living room. Draco got up and went to check it out.

Harry Potter was standing in his living room, staring out of the window. Draco guessed he was 13 years old now. Harry turned around and stared at Draco.

"I don't know why I'm in your room Malfoy, but I know it's for some reason. So do what you have to and let's get it over with." Harry sneered. Draco looked closer and saw something in those eyes he couldn't identify.

"Usually I get a note. Do you have one?" Draco asked nicely and he could see that Harry was shocked at his behaviour.

"How should I know?" he stammered and blushed a bit. Draco wondered why.

"Maybe it's in one of your pockets?" Draco suggested. He walked over to a cabinet and took out 2 butter beers. He held one in front of Harry. The teen carefully took it. He kept staring at Draco.

"Who are you?" he asked. Draco smiled, which shocked Harry even more.

"A lot has happened Harry, I'm not going to explain it." Draco sighed.

Harry nodded and searched his pockets. He found a scrap of paper in his back pocket. He glanced at it but gave it to Draco.

"This what you are looking for?" Harry asked. He took a swig from his butter beer. Draco took the note and read it.

Draco

As you might have guessed, I'm 13 years old. I'll only stay for the day. There isn't much you can do, just talk to me and it will be alright. May I point out that whatever you say to my 13 year old self, he will not remember it when he goes back. Be honest. Memory is in the usual place, though you will find it's a bit different.

Harry

"Well I think I can manage. Listen, why don't you look around for a bit, I have to go do something. Make yourself at home." Draco left a stunned Harry in his living room and walked into his bedroom. He took out the Pensieve and waved his wand over it. He fell into the Pensieve and landed in what he guessed was Harry's dorm room.

Harry was lying on his bed, curled up and tears staining his face. Draco's heart broke at the sight. He recognized the 13 year old Harry that he had left in his quarters. Draco felt sadness wash over him and he gasped at the pure emotion he felt.

Harry got up and grabbed the little book that was in his trunk. Draco figured it was Harry's journal. He looked over the boy's shoulder and read what was written.

It can't be! I'm sick of myself! It's really disgusting! I know; 'what is so disgusting?' I hear you ask. Well, I found out that I'm gay. I don't want to be gay, it's sick! I hope they have potions or something to cure that! I feel filthy all over now.

I found out today. I even have a sick crush on a boy! He's my enemy and I can't stand him! What is going on here? Is someone hexing me or something. I can't be gay. Uncle Vernon would kill me for sure if he would find out. Or worse. I know he's capable of doing that.

Harry closed his journal and now Draco was the one who was crying. Harry shouldn't feel this way! It's perfectly normal to be gay. Draco's eyes followed Harry's every move and saw that the teen pulled out a small, wand sized box. He gasped when Harry took out a dagger. The blade glistened dangerously in the moonlight.

Another wave of pure emotion washed over himself. Sadness was magnified tenfold and he felt fear too. He watched in horror as Harry positioned the knife to his arm and started cutting. Draco felt a sharp stinging pain in his left arm and when he looked at it, he saw blood coming out of a deep gash. It was in the exact spot of where Harry had cut himself. Harry continued making cuts and Draco cried out in pain.

"Stop Harry!! Please, stop doing that! It hurts!!" Draco cried out but of course Harry couldn't hear him. Finally Harry decided he had enough and placed the dagger back into it's place.

'Doesn't he feel this?! It fucking hurts!' Draco thought and looked at his own arm again. All the gashes where gone. He looked over at Harry's arm but couldn't find any evidence of what just happened on his arm as well. Draco was very confused and fell back in his own room.

A confused Harry Potter was looking at Draco.

"Why are you on the floor?" he asked.

"Uh…I tripped," Draco lied.

"Right…why are you crying?" he continued.

"Because I just found out that you are gay and that you're wishing you weren't." Draco told him and watched as Harry's face changed into anger.

"How did you find out!?" he asked angrily. Draco glared back at him.

"It doesn't matter Harry, point is; it's not wrong to be gay! I'm gay, do you think I'm filthy or disgusting?" Harry's eyes went wide.

"No, but I…I don't want to talk about it!" Harry said stubbornly.

"That's your choice but I have to tell you; being gay is not wrong! You can't help who you love. The only thing you can do, is love the one who has captured your heart, as much as you can!" Draco could see his point hitting home with Harry.

"I do. I love y..him already, even if he's a git." Harry sighed and kneeled down next to Draco and kissed him. It was just a prolonged peck on the lips but a kiss none the less. Draco pulled back. Harry looked hurt.

"Harry, believe me; you will get the one you want. Just not now," Draco whispered, feeling he had to explain. Harry nodded and blushed. Draco found it quite adorable. Draco could see Harry becoming a bit transparent and Harry noticed it too. The 13 year stood up.

"Okay. I guess it's time for me to go now. I'll see you around. Bye Draco." Harry waved and slowly vanished. Draco let out a deep breath. He stood up and almost ran to the Hospital Wing. There he crashed through the doors and was at Harry's side in an instant.

"You fool! Why would you do such a thing! You're gay, so what! It's not a fucking disease or something! It's normal, not sick, filthy or disgusting. I don't even blame you for doing this to yourself. I swear, when I see those fucking muggles you call family, I will kill them with my bare hands!" Draco continued to rage at Harry for a while and threatening the Dursleys while he was at it. After he was done he fell into the chair next to Harry's bed and looked at him sadly.

'Wait a minute! This must be the second glamour!' Draco thought. He tried and the glamour indeed came off. Draco couldn't see anything different until he carefully rolled up on of Harry's sleeves. Dozens of cuts marred the flesh of the teen. Some even looked like they formed words but Draco couldn't quite make them out. The blonde carefully touched some of them, then pulled the sleeve back and stood up.

"Please Harry, come back to us. I can't stand to see you like this. Tell me it will al be okay?" Draco whispered but Harry never moved. He sighed and left the Infirmary.