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Note: Written for the 5, 10, 20, 50, 70, 100 Fandoms Challenge; Build-a-Bear Challenge: a bear

Newly Found

Harry froze, feeling the air shift slightly. He glanced out of the corner of his eye, trying to see something. The beating of his heart resounded in his ears, breath quickening just so. Clenching and unclenching his fists, Harry resisted the urge to run out of the room in fright. He was fifteen now, so it was time he acted like a man. He will not scream and flee in terror. Instead, Harry will stride out of this room with dignity. As he turned on his heel, he flinched when a gush of wind took him by surprise. Slowly peeking over his shoulder, he saw the pale, translucent curtains billowing out. The outward chill somehow made its way into his veins, chilling his blood. Weren't the windows closed?

He backed up toward the door, arm stretched behind him, eyes darting back and forth anxiously, latching onto every movement and rattle in his room. A dark shadow passed in one corner and over the next. His breath came out in short intervals. His hand latched onto the doorknob.

"Lily?" Harry called out, back against the door.

"What!" was the annoyed reply from across the hall. Harry didn't answer, swallowing his suddenly dry throat. He shut his eyes, counting numbers inside his head, desperately hoping that it was just his overactive imagination, that there was no killer inside his house.

"Boo." Harry whipped his head to the right, jerking back in surprise, slamming into the door. He clawed at his chest, heart racing, eyes flashing. Laughter rang in the room. Harry stared in shock at the teenage boy in front of him.

"Peter?" he whispered.

The redhead swung his arms out dramatically, turning in a circle. "The one and only."

He took a running start and jumped onto Harry's bed, bouncing slightly at the rebound before hopping diligently on it. Harry swiftly followed him, never taking his eyes of his long-lost friend.

"Where have you been this whole time?" Harry asked, looking up at Peter.

"Oh, somewhere," he replied off-handedly, as if he hadn't been gone for four years.

"Peter—," Harry was interrupted by pounding on his door.

"Shut up!"

"I should tell Lily. She'll be happy you're here," Harry muttered, walking toward the door.

"No!" was the furious whisper. Harry yelped as he suddenly fell to the floor. Peter sat on top of him, covering his mouth urgently.

"You can't tell your sister!" Peter leaned in closer until the tiny freckles on his face were clear, the blue of his eyes a radiant, startling shade, something Harry certainly missed seeing. "This is between you and me."

Harry's brow crinkled. "What do you mean?"

"How do you feel about coming with me?"

"To where?" Harry tilted his head to the side in curiosity.

"Neverland."