"Again?"
Startled, he started running, straight into the person who'd spoken.
"Again?" Harry smiled.
Glenn smiled unsurely back.
"Why?" Harry said.
"Why what?"
"Why are you here?"
"Why not?"
"Stop answering with questions."
"Okay."
The chirping of birds quickly became the predominant sound around them. Harry looked at him, and he simply looked back. He took a note of his appearance. He lingered over his scars. The lightning shaped scar on his head was most notable, but still he saw the peculiar one on his hand and the scatter of lines all over his bare arms. It was a warm, sunny Sunday.
"You should stop coming here." Harry said, eventually.
"Why?"
Harry turned to where the castle was hidden behind layers of tree and started walking. "It's forbidden."
Glenn followed him, hands again scraping the bark of the trees he passed. He breathed in the smell and sight of nature, taking notice of the feel of the rough surface under his hands, and feeling the pulse of life under it. He didn't want to let it go.
"You come here." he said.
"You shouldn't." Harry replied.
"That's not fair."
"This isn't about fair or not. This is about safe or not."
"I can survive."
Harry looked over his appearance once more. "You think you can. I don't."
"Why not?"
"Glenn, stop this. Just don't come here."
With the older boy's glare on him, he shrank and nodded unwillingly.