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Author's note:Here's part 2. There'll be another part, maybe two. This is unbeta-ed.

Rating: T

Harry was a bit late, when he stumbled into the café. He'd kind of panicked and in the end his friends had to push him into the fireplace, just so he'd actually go to his date. The whole this was bound to end badly, he was sure. Hidekuni didn't know anything about his past, his status as a wizard or the magical world in general and Harry wasn't allowed to tell him. What were they supposed to talk about?

Hidekuni was tucked away at a corner table, staring out of the window. When he noticed Harry, though, one of those breath-taking smiles appeared on his lips and Harry had no other choice but to return it.

"Sorry for being late. I uh-" What was he supposed to say? That he'd almost chickened out?

"No problem. I haven't been here long either." Hidekuni looked him up and down with an appreciating gaze. "Looks like you were successful yesterday. You look very nice."

"Uhm thanks." Harry tugged self-consciously on his green shirt, which felt too tight, even though Fleur had insisted that it was exactly his size. "You uh don't look too bad either. I mean- urgh." Harry sank into his chair and burrowed his face in his hands. He heard Hidekuni chuckle and thank him, but Harry was mortified anyway. He was so bad at this stuff and they hadn't even reached the part Harry had dreaded the most. The brunet already wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground or wrap himself into his invisibility cloak. Maybe they'd be attacked by dementors or something like that. That was something he was able to deal with without problem.

"So, you said you'll go back to school tomorrow. It's a boarding school, if I understood correctly?" Hidekuni asked after a few moments. Harry slowly lowered his hands, thankful for the change in topic.

"Yes, it's in the Scottish highlands and it's the same school my parents went to. I should have already graduated last year, but some things came up, so most of my year mates and I will graduate this year," Harry explained, hoping Hidekuni wouldn't ask too many questions about it.

"Boarding school…" The blond hummed contemplatingly. "Must be interesting, but it probably would have driven me crazy to be subjected to my school mates around the clock and living in a dorm. I mostly went to school in Japan, but decided I want to go to university here in England."

"So you're uhm…" Harry bit his bottom lip. He had wondered why Hidekuni had an obviously Asian name, while he didn't look Asian at all, but it was probably pretty rude to ask. Maybe the blond had one parent that was Asian and he just didn't take after them in looks or he'd been adopted.

"You're wondering why my name's Hidekuni." The blond grinned knowingly. "I'm half Brit and half American, but I've got two older brothers who're half Japanese and whose names are Kunimasa and Yonekuni. You can see the connection, right?" Hidekuni shrugged. "My parents did a lot of big work projects while I grew up, so I spent quite a bit of time with my brothers in Japan. I didn't mind it much, though."

Harry was surprised that Hidekuni apparently meant what he said. Growing up with his brothers probably meant growing up with said brother's other parent… which sounded all kinds of awkward. Instead of probing further, Harry directed the conversation to some not so heavy topics, like (heavily edited) escapades with friends, favourite foods and hobbies and what they'd planned for the future. Hidekuni would be studying Culinary Arts Management in London and Harry admitted to an interest in law enforcement, when he was younger, but wasn't too sure if it was still something he wanted to do.

Two very interesting hours later, they left the coffee shop.

"I had fun and I'd like to stay in contact," Hidekuni announced with a hopeful smile, though Harry saw the fear of rejection flicker behind the expressive brown eyes again, which hinted at past unrequited crushes.

With a smile of his own, the brunet shoved his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out the piece of paper he'd prepared with the address to a post box. It was used by the parents of muggleborn Hogwarts students if their child didn't own an owl and didn't want to use the school owls. He held it out for Hidekuni, who accepted it as if it were some kind of priceless treasure. That reaction was enough incentive for Harry to lean forward and press a kiss to the other man's lips. It wasn't more than a peck, really, but it was nice and when Harry tried to retreat, arms wrapped around him and dragged him into an embrace. Hidekuni burrowed his face in Harry's neck and the brunet swore the blond took a deep breath as if he was trying to commit Harry's scent to memory. It was a bit embarrassing, but Harry let him and even sank a bit more into the hug.

"I'll write to you soon. Here's my address," Hidekuni said, when he finally released him and gave Harry a piece of paper of his own.

Harry cautiously hoped that it would work out.

Harry barely had time to work on either his animagus form nor on the mysterious wall in his mind during the next few months. His days were filled with school work, Hermione's steadily increasing (and scary) fretting about their NEWTs and reviewing of his own. He did, however, take some time to stay in contact with Hidekuni. The blond had written him a letter as promised and since then they'd kept up a steady exchange of letters. They talked about their (in Harry's case, heavily edited) days and things they liked or disliked. Harry honestly couldn't wait to see Hidekuni again, but graduation was still some ways off.

One day he stumbled upon two Ravenclaws bullying a Hufflepuff second year, even going as far as calling him a mudblood. Harry dealt with the situation at once, even though he wasn't the head boy or even a prefect. The brunet had known, of course, that the whole prejudice problem wouldn't stop with Voldemort's death, but… it still made him so angry.

Half an hour later he took his frustration out on the wall in his mind and this time it collapsed under the assault. Harry was so surprised, he forgot about his bad mood, especially when a leopard squeezed through the newly formed opening and came up to Harry, butting its head against his hip.

"What the bloody hell," Harry mumbled as he cautiously scratched the feline's head, which promptly started purring.

Did he have a second animagus form? But why would it be caught behind a wall?

It looked like it was time to bring the matter before Hermione, after all.

"Why didn't you come to me with this in the beginning, Harry?" Hermione asked with a frown. She, Harry and Ron were lounging around in her head girl suite and Harry had finally told them about the wall and the animal that had been imprisoned behind it. "That was a dumb thing to do. It could've been something dangerous, even if it isn't a Horcrux."

Harry shrugged.

"When I noticed it, you were both in Australia to look for your parents, Hermione, and afterwards… well… I didn't want to worry you. I knew it could be something bad, but finding out what it was… was better than not knowing what else was lurking in my head. I did some research, you know, but there doesn't seem to be a lot about that wall. I guess it's because not many people attempt to become animagi in the first place and those who do usually use the potion to reveal their form. The only account I found was from a witch who was trying to become an animagus, before the potion was invented." Harry gave her the small, old, notebook he'd found in Nocturne Alley. Not that he'd ever admit where he'd purchased it.

While Hermione flipped through it, Ron shook his head.

"Only you, mate. Did you feel anything off since you let the big, bad kitty cat escape?"

"Not really. I feel pretty much the same as before. I think it's a second animagus form or something like that."

"It might be possible," Hermione agreed as she closed the notebook. "I'll look for some more information. Maybe I'll find a clue about what's going on with you."

Harry grimaced.

"You make it sound worse than it probably is and don't you have reviewing to do?" The brunet was sure that if there was someone who'd new information, it would be Hermione, but he didn't want to keep her from her studying. His friend was already freaking out about their NEWTs anyway. Though she was bound to pass with flying colours.

"Don't be stupid, Harry. I'll always have time to help a friend. You know that," Hermione waved off and leant forward to squeeze his hand. Ron quickly followed suit in reassuring him and offering his help.

Harry smiled, glad to have such good friends.

The remaining weeks before their NEWTs passed without hide nor hair of more information. They wrote their exams, celebrated the end of their school time and pretty much lazed around during their remaining days in Hogwarts. Ron would be joining George in WWW and Hermione was looking forward to joining the Ministry in a few months' time. Harry had decided against becoming an Auror and would start his Mastery in Defense Against Dark Arts come October. Sadly he wouldn't be able to see Hidekuni until September, because the blond was spending his semester holidays in Japan.

Harry spent his last day roaming around Hogwarts, committing all the good and bad things that had happened there to memory. He'd be missing his first home, but it was time to let go and start a new part of his live. A hopefully more normal part, without having to look over his shoulders constantly. The last trip with the Hogwarts express was just as bitter-sweet and ended on a bit of a weird note. While his friends were streaming out of the train to join their families, Luna held him back and offered him a necklace made out of hazelnuts and feathers.

"Here Harry. It's a protection against the imperial whipsers until you learn how to deal with them on your own. You shouldn't take it off until then." Luna smiled at him and skipped away after Harry had accepted the gift with a bemused expression.

He looked down at the, admittedly, plain ugly jewellery, but in the end put it around his neck anyway (carefully concealing it beneath his clothes as best as he could). If he'd learned something throughout the years, it was that Luna almost always had a point, even if he didn't understand it at once.