After much waiting I have now posted this chapter. I am sorry for the late wait, but I was waiting until I had a good portion of Chapter 5 written up and this also happens to be my senior year so I'm gonna be swamped with applications and such. But I will try and update at least ever week or two.

Disclaimer: I still don't own even after countless late nights. Sad, I know.

Warning: slash, yaoi, boy/boy, Mpreg and such. Don't like don't read. Real simple. Also, Draco/Harry and all other canons.

Chapter 4: Anniversaries and Alcohol

"Hiro!"

The voice of Kisa Sohma was – even in her excitement – soft and low, but Hiro always knew what to look for in its undistinguishable depths.

"See, no one's here, just like I said," Kisa continued to say, but in truth, Hiro wasn't really listening. He was concentrating more of the warmth of Kisa's hand inside of his. "Come on, Hiro, to the swings!"

Hiro finally looked up and just in time to catch the blinding smile Kisa threw at him over her shoulder. It was a beautiful smile in a face that – if Hiro was being honest with himself – he loved way too much.

"What exactly are we doing here Kisa," he asked his distant cousin, friend, and first time crush. "It's really early."

And it was.

It was on this unusually chilly spring morning, five to be exact, that Kisa had showed up at his house – out of breath and claiming that she had done something extraordinary. The sun had barely even touch the horizon yet when she had awoken him. It was only the look of pleasure mingled with shock on her beautiful face that had drawn Hiro out of his bed at this god-awful hour – that and the prospect that Kisa wanted to show him something she claimed was 'the most amazing thing in the World'. Of course, Hiro believed that just about everything Kisa did was 'the most amazing thing in the World'.

"I told you," Kisa said with a small – and cute – giggle. "I have to show you."

Kisa giggled again at the confused expression on Hiro's face before letting go of his hand – much to Hiro's displeasure – and running over to the only set of swings located in West Sohma Park. Not one to show his childish side, Hiro stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked calmly toward her. She was already swinging high in the air by the time Hiro had reached her.

"Kisa, be careful," Hiro called out in warning as the girl continued to push herself higher and higher into the air. He frowned when she nearly slipped off at one point and called out his warning again.

"I'm fine," Kisa called back when she was coming down on a down swing. As she pumped her legs to go back up, she threw Hiro another smile. "Okay, look at this."

Then – much to Hiro's horror – she let go of the chains and went flying into the air. Hiro started forward with the intent of trying to catch her, but – surprisingly – Kisa didn't need to be caught. She hung in the air aloft for a moment – a moment way too long to be considered normal – and then floated to the ground like a leaf, giggling along the way.

Hiro watched the entire scene in utter amazement, not really believing what had just occurred. Kisa was right about one thing, he did have to see that or he would have thought that she had gone insane.

"H-how did you do that," he finally questioned when Kisa ran to his side, smiling widely. Kisa – giggling once more – shrugged her shoulders.

"I might know."

The two young teens spun around to face the speaker. He was a teen or a man just leaving his teens – that much was obvious from both his looks and his stance – but he was not someone Hiro was familiar with; which meant that he was not a Sohma. But he looked like he could be one, he was very much memorable.

He had hair that was a thick, inky black and curled around his head in a stylish disarray before dropping to his shoulders. His eyes were an unimaginable green, a green so deep and clear that it was not real, and they were concealed behind thin, wire-rimmed glasses. He was dressed so casually it was almost deliberate – in a plain T-shirt, a pair of faded black jeans, and scoffed sneakers – but on his arm was a tattoo of a coiling snake.

Was that a blatant show of rebellion?

And then the stranger tilted his head and Hiro saw that he was also sporting an earring of a silver dragon.

"Who are you," Hiro demanded rather rudely after he was over his initial shock. He instinctively pulled Kisa behind his back in a show of protection. The stranger blinked at him before looking around as if he had suddenly realized where he was.

"Oh," he said softly then looked back down at Hiro. "Sorry. I'm Potter, Harrison – Harry for short."

Hiro blinked at the now obvious foreigner. Kisa let out a little gasp behind his back, taking in the teen's voice and accent.

"What are you doing here, this is private property," Hiro continued to demand, staring the teen down. Despite the fact that Hiro was younger he was just about the same height as the stranger and so was in a position to threaten if he needed to.

"Well . . ." the teen drawled, leaning back slightly on his heels. "I got lost. I was coming to visit Momiji."

His expression held only the slightest show of irritation – whether that was for Hiro's tone or for that fact that he had gotten lost, Hiro did not know nor did he care. Harry then looked around again before mumbling, "Don't know how I got here."

"Momiji-nii's house is toward the east, you've been going to opposite way, nii-san," Kisa suddenly spoke up, her voice lower than normal in her nervousness. Harry stopped looking around and fixed his eyes on Kisa, who meekly hid behind Hiro.

"Right," he said, but he didn't make any move to leave. After another moment of strained silence he spoke again. "How old are you?"

"What does it matter to you," Hiro demanded when Kisa let out a little squeak of surprise. Harry blinked slowly, shifting his gaze from Kisa to Hiro and back again. He stood there for a moment more before nodding.

"Right, sorry, bye."

And then he turned to leave.

"W-wait, please!"

Hiro turned around in shock as did Harry, both boys looking at Kisa, who had turned a dark shade of red. She looked down at her feet and shuffled them nervously.

"Ah . . . um . . . you . . . you said something . . . earlier . . ." she whispered into the silence. "A-about . . . knowing . . ." she then gestured vaguely at the swings. Harry smiled and walked back over to them.

"Yes, that's right," he told her kindly. "I do sort of know how you did what you just did."

Kisa's head snapped up at those words and she stared up at Harry in wonder that made Hiro grit his teeth in irritation.

"Really?" Kisa's voice was bright and chirpy and filled with a hope Hiro couldn't understand. Harry chuckled, a deep throaty sound.

"Really. In fact," he told her. "My mother used to do that when she was little."

Kisa's lips pulled into a relieved smile – because no matter how cool it was to fly off the swings, she had been worried that she was weird or stranger than normal – and she turned to look at Hiro, vibrating with excitement.

"Did you hear that Hiro?"

Hiro nodded for her benefit, but his eyes did not move from Harry's relaxed form. There was something odd about the teen. Kisa then gasped and both boys looked at her in shock once more.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized before bowing at Harry frantically. "So rude of me! I'm sorry." When she straightened out once more, she beamed at the taller teen. "I'm Sohma, Kisa; it's nice to meet you!"

Harry continued to stare at her in shock for a while before he began to laugh.

"Wow! You're like the miniaturized version of Tohru," he told her. Kisa's eyes widened and she asked, "You know Nee-chan?"

"'Course I do," Harry told her with a bemused expression. "We're cousins."

"I wasn't aware that that idiot had any cousins," Hiro said rather rudely. Harry blinked and turned to look at him. He stared at the sandy-haired boy before seeming to shrug off the boy's words, deciding they weren't meant to be harmful or insulting.

"Yeah, well no one really knew," he told him. "I'm her cousin from her mother's side and I've been living in England, so . . ." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever," Hiro said stubbornly. "Now what is this thing you know?"

Harry grinned widely at that and he looked between both kids before saying, rather dramatically, "Its magic."

Hiro snorted and turned to look at the teen that was clearly insane.

"Magic," he repeated incrudiously. "As if." He snorted again and shook his head. "Come on Kisa, let's go. This guy is obviously insane."

Kisa, however, did not budge.

"So . . . I can do magic," she instead was asking Harry.

"Not necessarily," he told her before suddenly looking around, apparently nervous. "Look, I can't really talk about something like this out in the open. Someone might hear us and normal people aren't supposed to know about the Wizarding World."

Hiro groaned, his temper spiking with his dislike for the teen that was corrupting his Kisa.

"Oh, we can go to my house. Mama went to work really early today and won't be back for a while," Kisa offered causing Hiro to sputter.

"W-wha . . . but . . . Kisa! You can't invite strangers to your house!"

"But, Hiro," Kisa said in a pleading voice, turning to look at Hiro with large amber eyes. "I just want to know."

"Fine," Hiro agreed rather reluctantly, shooting a glare at Harry who just smiled genial back at him.

When Harry had climbed out of bed early that morning – with the intent and purpose of visiting Akito and gaining some information on the curse – he did not expect to come into contact with a young witch. Yet here he was, sitting in the home of one Kisa Sohma – that name was sparking a dim memory – sipping tea at six in the morning, and it was very good tea.

Harry set the cup down and looked over the table at the two young teens before him. Kisa was looking exceedingly nervous and her friend – Hiro was his name – was still glaring.

"Right, well like I said earlier, you can do magic," Harry began to explain, throwing caution to the wind and putting it all out into the open. "But . . . well you're obviously not a kid." He eyed Kisa with interest, his eyes raking over the girl's form in a way that Hiro did not approve of. "Anyways . . . I'd call what you just did accidental magic, which would be abnormal but, from what I can tell, you haven't been taught how to control your magic yet."

Kisa shook her head and Harry nodded.

"Well that's even odder. Normally once a witch or wizard turns eleven they are sent to the magical school in the area, so that you can learn to control it – mind you I don't know where yours is or what the rules there are like. . . ."

"So why wasn't I sent there?"

Harry shrugged, bringing his cup to his mouth, again.

A rather awkward silence fell over the group and Harry took the moment to think over some things. It didn't make any sense. Wizards always knew when a magical baby was born, there name was even put down before they were born, so why wasn't Kisa schooled. She would have been at least a third year by now, and not doing accidental magic – unless she was extraordinarily powerful, which Harry doubted.

Harry looked at the girl, with her amber eyes that seemed to be rimmed with a golden green and oddly colored orange hair, that looked like it had dark stripes in it. Something was very . . . familiar about the magic surrounding her. It took Harry a moment to realize what he was feeling and then he knew the answer.

"You're one of the Zodiac, aren't you."

Kisa jumped a little, letting out a small squeak of surprise. Harry now remembered Momiji telling him that Kisa and Hiro had been the youngest members of the Zodiac. How stupid of him to forget – no wonder their name had sounded familiar, he had heard it before.

"How the hell do you know that," Hiro demanded rather loudly. "You're not supposed to know that! Who told you?"

"No one told me," Harry told him, motioning for the younger teen to sit down – for he had jumped up in his anger. Once Hiro was seated again Harry looked between the two. "Well that certainly explains things."

Hiro glared hatefully at Harry, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"Explains what," he spat out venomously through gritted teeth. Kisa shot him a look full of worry and the teen calmed down slightly, just for her sake.

"It explains why you haven't gotten a letter," Harry told them patiently. "It's obvious that Akito doesn't wish for any of his Zodiac to stray too far from him, am I right?"

Kisa nodded and Harry noticed that she had paled at the mention of Akito. He hummed thoughtfully. Things just kept getting more and more curious.

"Well, I think I have a theory." He was now looking curiously at Hiro, wondering if he might be right. "I think that all of you – the Zodiac members that is – can wield magic. It'll be simple to test."

"How?"

Harry sighed a little mentally, but answered the boy anyway. He twitched his arm a little, just a slight, non-descript movement, and his wand slide smoothly into his hand from the wand holster on his arm.

"Using this," he said lifting his weapon so that they could see. Hiro eyed the wand distastefully. "Look, a wand is not just some silly toy or a random piece of wood. It's a wizard's instrument. It's what helps us wield our magic, to construct it into something we can use. And no wand is exactly like the other, they are made special for each witch and wizard," Harry explained when he caught Hiro's expression.

"Prove it," Hiro commanded.

Harry narrowed his eyes before saying, "Wingardium Leviosa!" and waving his wand. The cup of warm tea rose up off of the table and floated in the air for a bit before settling back down.

"So you can levitate a cup, big deal," Hiro scoffed.

Harry arched a brow before turning his wand on the boy. Hiro swallowed thickly, but didn't let his fear show on his face, like Kisa did.

"Rictusempra!"

Hiro immediately doubled over, tears streaming from his eyes as he laughed in mirth as a tickling sensation come over him. Kisa's mouth dropped open and she stared at her cousin with wide eyes, at a loss of what to do, and Harry watched with a smug expression. After a moment, he sighed and waved his wand again, whispering, "Finite Incantatem."

Hiro sat up with a glare on his face. He clearly did not appreciate Harry's sudden jinx. Harry however, didn't care. He had been rude and untrusting and so Harry gave him a little just dessert.

"So, do you believe me now?"

"How . . . how did you know? . . ." Kisa asked hesitantly after a moment of strained silence. Harry sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back and bracing himself on his hands before he explained.

"I can actually taste magic and the one that surrounds you Sohmas happens to have a very peculiar taste, like orange squash concentrate. It's all thick and syrupy kind of sweet but I don't particularly fancy it much," he started. "Normal magic just leaves this sort of bitter aftertaste, kind of tangy like . . . grapefruits. So the air around you in particular," – here Harry gestured at Kisa who blushed – "is like a mixture of both."

"Well that didn't sound complicated at all," Hiro snorted.

"Well in a sense it is complicated, but I've learned to live with it."

"So . . . um . . . how are you going to find out if it's true or not," Kisa asked softly.

"Well," Harry said. "I already know you're a witch, but I can test you if you want," Harry finished, looking at Hiro. He wasn't all too sure of what the boy's response would be, but he did expect him to listen to Kisa. And just like he thought, Hiro turned to look questioningly at Kisa, who nodded.

"Alright, I'll do it," Hiro tried to say in an offhanded manner, but Harry could see that he was excited and the prospect of doing magic like his somewhat cousin.

"Okay, so all I want you to do is take this," Harry held out his wand and Hiro took it with a wary look, "and say Lumos."

"Lumos," Hiro repeated, not feeling all too sure that he was doing it right, so he was very much surprised when the wand tip lit up, like a flashlight. Hiro immediately dropped the wand in shock and the light went out.

"Well," Harry said, trying not to laugh at Hiro's reaction. "That proves it. Hiro Sohma, you're a wizard!"

Hiro blinked and looked up at Harry, for once his expression not hostile or sullen. In that moment he looked exactly like he should, like a kid.

After a few more minutes of talking Harry left, promising to come back and visit the two with more information in two weeks.

"Why not next week," Hiro had asked as Harry was leaving.

Harry had froze and tensed up.

"It's nothing. Next week just isn't a good idea."

And then Harry had rushed out quickly so that they wouldn't ask him anymore questions.

Tohru woke up with a sense of deep foreboding.

It was an early Friday morning and she felt as if something had shifted. For some reason she had a bad feeling about today, like something was going to happen.

Tohru sat in her bed for a moment, going over this feeling before pushing it back when she realized that she needed to get ready for the day. She set out to get dress and then to start breakfast.

Everything was relatively normal.

Kyo came down an hour after her and went out for his normal morning training. Shigure woke up two hours after that and Tohru got him the morning paper. Then Tohru went about waking up Yuki, who she knew wouldn't get out of bed on his own will.

It took her a moment to notice someone was missing and when she realized this, the missing member showed up.

Harrison stumbled into the room, dressed casually in a beige T-shirt and cargo pants. His hair was messier than usual and he was missing his glasses so he had to squint around the room. Tohru stared at him for a moment, not sure what was wrong before she remember that it was Friday and Harrison wasn't wearing his uniform.

"Um . . . Harrison," Tohru called, gaining his attention. He looked over at her and blinked. "We have school today," she told him kindly, not sure if he had simply forgotten. Harrison blinked again and then looked around before asking, "What's today's date?"

"May 1st," Shigure promptly told him, not looking up from his paper. Tohru watched closely as all the color seemed to drain from Harrison's face.

"Oh," he whispered softly, and then he grimaced. "Um . . . I'm not going to school today, Tohru. I don't feel too good."

And then he turned around and walked back to his room.

"He looks fine to me," Kyo muttered lowly after a moment. "Well, whatever. Come on, Tohru. We don't want to be late."

Tohru nodded, but she wasn't too sure if she wanted to go to school today. After all, if something was wrong with Harrison she needed to be here to take care of him.

"Don't worry, Tohru-kun," Shigure spoke up, looking at her from over the top of his newspaper. "I'll keep an eye on him. And if things get bad, I'll call Tori-kun."

"Thank you, Shigure-kun," Tohru thanked him warmly, feeling a bit less worried.

"It's no problem. You have a nice day at school."

Tohru nodded and bade Shigure goodbye before following the two Sohma teens out of the house.

Children's laughter filled the air despite the fact that it was a school day, and normally Harry would enjoy it – the blissful innocence, the bright smiles, the free laughter – but today he found it to be a little depressing.

Harry watched as a small boy ran into his mother's arms, and instead of seeing him, he saw the image of a teary eyed baby with turquoise eyes. Harry shook his head, and with it, the tears that had started to cloud his eyes.

This was a horrible day; he knew that – it had been a horrible day since six years ago. But it hadn't been a horrible day before that . . . had it.

Thoughtful now, Harry tired to remember what he was doing on this day seven years ago.

. . . Watching Dumbledore die . . . okay . . . eight years ago?

. . . Having horrible dreams about Voldemort and being tortured by both Snape and Umbitch. . . .

Harry cursed softly and tried to think further back before he realized that ever since he entered the Wizarding world May 1st had not been a good day, and let's face it, every day before that was a bad day.

Now feeling annoyed on top of depressed, Harry turned away from the park and walked toward the city.

Maybe he could try to recreate the third anniversary without the horrible side effect.

It was raining and that did nothing for Harry's already sour mood.

It was bloody raining and he wanted it to stop.

He just wanted everything to stop, to stop and rewind so that he could do it all over again. Change everything so that everyone was happier and everything was better.

"Harry?"

And now he wanted to curse.

Of all the bloody parks in all of Japan Cho Chang just had to have picked the one he was at. And she just had to be at the same park on the same day in the bloody rain.

No, she couldn't be like normal girls and stay inside when it rained.

"What do you want, Cho," Harry demanded rather rudely, the five bottles of Firewhiskey he had already downed making his words slur together. He heard Cho hesitate for a moment before continuing her approach.

"Harry? Are you okay," she questioned softly, coming to sit down beside him on the wet ground. She leaned forward to peer curiously into his face, which was a mask of anger. "Are you drunk?"

"No, I'm not bloody drunk," Harry replied scathingly, throwing the girl a dirty glare. He then picked up another bottle of the magical alcohol and tipped it back. Yet the added alcohol did nothing to fog his mind like he wanted it to.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

Harry dropped the half full bottle and growled.

"What's wrong! What's wrong," he repeated, jumping to his feet, the bottle still in hand. "I'll tell you what's wrong. Every damn thing! The trees, the sky, the bloody earth! That's 'what's wrong'!"

Lightning flashed in the dark sky, as if it wanted to accent Harry's words. And in that moment of illumination, Harry saw real fear flash across Cho's face.

"Harry," she whispered. "Talk to me."

"I don't want to talk about it," Harry told her, sounding like a petulant child.

"Please," Cho pleaded.

Harry didn't look at her. He took another gulp of the Firewhiskey, loving the way it burned on the way down.

"Please."

"I see them all the time," Harry told her after a long moment of strained silence. "No matter where I go, they follow. I see them on the streets, in the stores, in my dreams. They haunt me, blaming me, all the time, you know."

Harry took another burning gulp of the amber liquid before staring blankly down at the – now empty – bottle. Faces seemed to swim in the glass and a moment of rage swelled inside of Harry. He lifted his arm and threw the bottle down with enough force that it smashed into glittering pieces against the concrete.

Yet that didn't make him feel any better.

"Every bloody day, I wake up screaming. Every bloody week it's the same nightmares. Yes, the damn war is over, yet I see them die over and over again." Harry picked up another empty bottle and threw it down, watching it shatter. "Over . . . and over . . . and over . . . and over again," he grounded out. And each time he said 'over', he smashed a bottle.

Cho watched him rage in silence, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to reach out to him. Harry seemed lost to the world, drifting along in a sea that no one else knew about. His pain was a pain no one could hope to image.

"I visit the graveyard ever Monday, and on Tuesday it's the Ministry, Wednesday: the Astronomy Tower, Thursday: the graveyard again, Friday: Hogwarts, Saturday: the Astronomy Tower, Sunday: any of the four, and then it starts all over again. Day after day, week after week, I watch as they are killed one by one. I see it all the time, even deaths I didn't actually witness. The names, the faces, everywhere I go. I can't close my eyes without fearing that they'll appear again. They just won't leave me ALONE!"

It was silent after Harry's rant, the storm continuing to rage, the lightning continuing to flash.

Cho watched as slowly, all the energy seemed to fade out of Harry. He sank down to his knees and then sat down and reached for another bottle of Firewhiskey. She watched as he popped the cap and then tipped the entire bottle back. And she watched as the man tried to drown his misery in alcohol.

She just watched, because there was nothing to do. She thought she could help, but that was something way above her, something out of her reach.

Harry had lived the life of a man three times his age, seen what someone who had lived a thousand year might have seen, and experienced an immortal's pain.

She could not dare reach him where he was, not even if she lived three times over. Even though she was sitting right next to him, she felt as if he were far away, lost across the ocean. And even though she was so close to him, she had never seen a person look so lonely.

"Cho, could you . . . could you just leave me alone."

Cho nodded slowly before standing and walking away, because she knew she could not help. No one seemed to be able to help.

Kagura Sohma waved goodbye to her friends at the train station, a smile plastered on her face. When they turned away she frowned and sighed. She did not know when next she would be seeing her high school friends. With Akito as he was now, it was hard to determine anything that might happen in the future.

Kagura turned away with another sigh and headed for the Sohma compound. As she did, she thought about all the things that had happened in the past year: meeting Tohru, seeing Kyo again, the drama with Rin, and then her revelation to Kyo.

Thinking about Kyo made her sigh again. She hadn't seen her orange-haired love in over two months. Not since she realized how deeply in love he was with Tohru. And she hadn't seen Tohru in twice as long.

It was cowardly to think about it, but it was plain to see that she was avoiding the girl, with obvious reasons. It was a shame really, because she had heard from Haru that Tohru had a cousin visiting and he supposedly knew the family secret.

Kagura wanted to meet this mystery cousin, but with Tohru – and Kyo – around, that wasn't likely. It really was a shame. This cousin of Tohru's was supposedly a secret cousin, from what Haru had told her. The guy was Tohru's cousin on her mother side.

Kagura wondered what the guy was like.

An enigma, that's what Haru had called him, someone more mysterious, and with more to hide that them – the Sohma's with the lifelong family curse.

Yup, she really wanted to meet this guy.

Kagura's thoughts were soon disrupted by a loud screech.

Her head shot up and she looked around to find the source of the sound.

And that was when she saw the motorcycle.

It was sliding out of control, its wheels spinning rapidly as the driver pushed down on the brakes, but the wheels found no purchase on the wet street. The motorcycle crashed into the street pole, throwing the cyclist off its back. The man went down, rolling a few times on the wet concrete before coming to a stop some five feet away from his ride.

There seemed to be a pause in time in which Kagura just stood there stupidly, not moving, and then things sped up. Kagura rushed to the man's side, dropping to her knees so that she could look at him. There was no one else around, so she'd have to be the one to call for help if the guy was injured.

The idiot wasn't even wearing any protective gear.

His eyes were closed and his face was pale, and his dark hair only seemed to make him seem even paler. He was breathing evenly, almost like he was sleeping, and the only thing that seemed to be wrong was that his clothes were a little torn, and there was a dark mark curling up his arm – on closer inspection, Kagura realized it was a tattoo of a snake.

Kagura bit her lip as she reached out hesitantly to probe him.

The man groaned and Kagura sighed in relief, glad he was conscious and not dead. That would have been very bad.

"Oi! Oi, dai jo bu desu ka? Are you okay?"

The man groaned again before rolling over so that he was lying on his tattered back.

"I feel like hell," he told her, throwing his arm over his face. Kagura blinked and sat back, shocked. He wasn't Japanese, a foreigner from his thick accent, and a very cute and sexy thick accent at that.

"Um . . . can you stand?"

The man nodded and with another groan slowly sat up. It was then that Kagura noticed that he was bleeding. It looked like he took the damage on his back. The back of his long-sleeved black and white striped shirt was torn and colored red.

"You're hurt," she told him.

The guy shrugged and then blinked his eyes open. Kagura was shocked again. His eyes were an impossible emerald green. The guy, probably the same age she was, squinted at her before looking around.

"Have you seen my glasses?"

Kagura stared at him for a moment longer before she realized he had asked a question. She jumped to her feet and started to look around.

"Oh . . . um . . . are these it," she asked timidly when she found a crushed piece of metal under the wheel of the motorcycle. She dropped the twisted metal in the guy's hand and he squinted at it before letting out a soft groan.

"Yup, that's it," he mumbled slowly, before standing up. He stretched his arms above his head – Kagura heard some bones pop – before wincing.

"You should probably see a doctor," Kagura suggested.

"Thanks," he replied back rather dryly. Kagura didn't notice. She shifted on the spot for a bit, not quite sure what to do when a sudden idea hit her.

"Hey, my house isn't too far from here and my cousin's a doctor."

The strange teen turned to look in her general direction. He blinked a few times, seemed to think about her offer before shrugging.

"Sure, why not."

Kagura grinned.

"Great! I'm Kagura by the way. Sohma, Kagura."

"Potter, Harrison," the teen intoned now looking at her with a weird expression. "It's nice to meet you, Kagura."

"What the hell," Isuzu Sohma yelled when she first stepped foot into the living room.

It had been a while since she had last been in Kagura's house, and the only reason she was there now, was so that she could retrieve some of her stuff. However her plan of getting a few things and then retreating to Kazuma's house – which was luckily outside of the Sohma estate – was driven from her mind when she saw the form lying on the couch.

Kagura looked up from her place on the floor in front of the couch and surprise flitting across her face before she shot her so far missing cousin a glare.

"Sh," she shushed, holding her finger up to her lips. "He's sleeping." She then pointed helpfully at the unknown teen laying down on the couch behind her.

Isuzu looked from her cousin to the stranger – who was supporting a curious tattoo of a green snake on his arm – and back again, not understanding. Then after a moment, the situation suddenly came to her.

"Who the hell is this?"

Kagura glared at her again before standing up. Isuzu followed her into the kitchen, where her brown-haired cousin shut the door. "Well," Isuzu demanded when Kagura had yet to answer.

"He said his name was Harrison."

Isuzu waited but Kagura offered no more information.

"Okay," she drawled, "And what is he doing here?"

"Well, he crashed his bike a few blocks from here and was badly injured. And he couldn't see and he looked kind of drunk so I brought him here."

Isuzu stared, and stared, and after a moment Kagura grew uncomfortable of the steely eyed gaze and looked down at her socks.

"So in others words, you have no clue who he is," Isuzu finally asked. Kagura lifted her shoulders in a shrug. Isuzu stared at her again. She was seriously starting to wonder if there was something mentally wrong with her family. "Okay, and what, exactly, were you going to do when Akito found out about this?"

Kagura winced at these words.

"I hadn't thought of that," she mumbled quietly, still looking at the floor.

"Of course you didn't," Isuzu hissed venomously, throwing her hands up. She then pointed at Kagura as she said, "You never think about things. You just do whatever you damn well please and think everything will just be perfectly fine."

"Well, excuse me," Kagura started to shout back, lifting her gaze so that she could glare back in defense. "At least I'm not the one running around on some wild goose chase trying to find something that doesn't exist!"

Isuzu reeled back as if she had been slapped. And then she fixed her expression so that her glare was enough to make hell boil over.

"Don't you dare talk about what you don't know. You have no idea what I've been through. So, don't you dare assume that I'm on some wild goose chase. At least I haven't been shallow enough to use someone else for my own selfish needs." Now Kagura took as step back, wincing as if Isuzu's words had caused her physical harm.

The two girls stood there for a while, breathing heavily as they glared each other down, before Kagura suddenly realized something.

"Where were you," she questioned softly, taking in the fact that Isuzu's hair was short, really short. People didn't get their hair cut at hospitals . . . right?

"That's none of your damn business," Isuzu hissed, her eyes narrowing into thin slits. Kagura rocked back on her heels and bit her lip, contemplating what to say, trying to phrase her words so that they didn't have Isuzu's back up.

"Everyone's been worried. Even Shigure's concerned, though he doesn't show it. . . . No one knew where to find you."

Isuzu didn't say anything . . . couldn't say anything. She didn't want to tell Kagura of all people about what Akito had done to her.

She didn't want to relive those days in that dark, dark room.

An awkward kind of silence filled the kitchen then, neither girl knew what to say to each other. And then there was a groan from the other room. The two cousins remained frozen as they both listened in on the other room. They could hear someone speaking and then there was a loud crack – like the firing of a gun. Kagura blinked and turned to look at the door curiously. Isuzu beat her to it, and the short-haired girl threw the door open at the sound of another crack.

Harrison was sitting up on the couch and looking around through squinted green eyes. He looked over at them – or in their direction for he was really staring at the wall – when he heard the door open and he offered the two girls a sheepish smile.

"Morning," he greeted rather cheerfully.

"Good morning," Kagura called back, sliding past Isuzu who had frozen upon hearing Harrison speak. It seemed she wasn't the only one affected by the rich foreign accent. "Are you up for a visit to the doctor?"

"Yeah, sure," Harrison said on a sigh. He then rubbed at his eyes before letting out a soft groan. "Can't see a damn thing," he explained at Kagura's questioning look.

"Oh . . . well how do you feel?"

"I still feel like hell," he told her with a humorless laugh. "But I suppose that's what I get for riding a motorcycle while dead drunk." As he said this a wistful sort of smile came upon his face.

"Who the hell are you," Isuzu demanded when she finally found her voice, cutting off whatever response Kagura had been about to give. Harrison turned to look at her curiously through squinted eyes.

"Sorry," he then apologized, not seeing the exasperated look that had come upon Kagura's face when Isuzu had spoken. "I'm Potter, Harrison." He then held out his hand, but it was ignored when Isuzu crossed her arms.

"Yeah, I got as much," Isuzu shot back scathingly.

Kagura rolled her eyes and shook her head before saying, "Ignore her, Harrison. That's my cousin, Isuzu, but we all call her Rin."

"Oh," he intoned softly, still staring at Rin with a curiosity that some might have called questionable. Then he blinked and looked over at Kagura. "You know, you can just call me Harry. Harrison is a bit of a mouthful."

Kagura nodded.

"Well, Harry" – she beamed when Harry nodded in acceptance – "I called my cousin last night and he said he'd be by here around noon, which should be any minute now."

Harry nodded and gave her a smile that had her blushing to her roots.

"Thank you, you didn't have to go through the trouble."

This only made Kagura blush even more. Rin rolled her eyes before moving closer to the couch so that she could gain Harry's full attention once more.

"Where are you from," she demanded, determined to get some information from the stranger. Harry blinked owlishly, even going so far as the tilt his head a little.

"Well, I thought it'd be a little bit obvious," he told her in an amused tone. Rin expression didn't lighten even a tiny bit. "Um . . . okay . . ." Harry threw Kagura a questioning look as he answered Rin's question.

"Well, I'm from England if that's what you want to know. But I'm here visiting my cousin. You might know her actually, seeing as you're Sohmas."

This bit of news came as a surprise for the two girls, but before they could get more information, the doorbell rang. Kagura got up and disappeared around the corner, returning moments later with Hatori.

"Oh, it's you again," Harry said in a bored tone when the man walked into the room. He yawned and looked down at his nails as he said, "So, not only do you erase people's memories you're also the family doctor. From one boring job to another, huh?"

Hatori sighed and Rin and Kagura shot each other looks of surprise and confusion.

"I see someone is still overly cocky," Hatori commented, setting down his bag next to Harry's prone form. "Once again you have proven me wrong."

"And what would that be this time," Harry asked in a conversationally tone as he pulled his shirt over his head and turned his back to Hatori. Hatori took in the damaged with a practiced eye and was surprised to see how serious it was. Any normal person would be in pain – serious pain – and complaining about it at the moment, but he was coming to find that Harrison Potter was obviously not a normal person.

"How did this happen," he asked instead of answering Harry's question.

"I crashed my motorcycle," Harry told him, his tone still conversational, as if crashing his motorcycle was a normal thing. And then he added in an oddly gleeful tone, "I was absolutely smashed!"

"You were drunk? How'd you get drunk," Hatori asked, his surprise evident in his tone. Kagura and Rin were wondering the same thing. Harry was most likely their age, which meant he wasn't legal.

"Well you see, when a person drinks ten large bottles of hard liquor, they tend to get very much intoxicated." Harry's tone was sarcastic, and he rolled his eyes for added measure.

"Ten bottles," Kagura spluttered. Harry shrugged.

"Yeah, it was only ten. A few years ago I had about twice as much, but no matter how much I drink I can never not think." Harry's tone turned bitter at the end and he drifted into silence with a scowl on his face.

Hatori didn't say anything. He was in too much shock. What sane person would let someone younger than fifteen drink twenty bottles of hard liquor?

"Are you done yet," Harry's questioned jarred Hatori out of his shock and he slowly got to his feet.

"Yes, I'm done. Your back should be fine in about a week."

"Thanks."

Hatori nodded and started packing his things up, but was distracted when Harry turned around. Hatori had never seen a scar like the one on the young teen's chest. It was a perfect oval shape marked out in Harry's skin, right above his heart.

"By the way, how's my dear friend Akito these days?"

Harry's voice brought Hatori out of his stupor and he looked up at the teen's face, surprise evident on his face.

"He's fine . . . why?"

Harry lifted his shoulders and dropped then in a shrug.

"No reason," he told the older man, going back to examining his nails. "You just seem a little tired, so I thought maybe you were working after hours or something." Harry then looked up and sent Hatori a smile that had his skin crawling.

"Well . . . you shouldn't do anything strenuous until next Saturday. I'll be sure to let Tohru-kun know."

A panicked look danced across Harry's face at Hatori's words.

"Now, now," he objected, sitting up a little straighter. "There's no need to do that. Tohru will be worried enough as it is." Hatori arched a brow questioningly. "Look, I'll tell her, okay?"

Hatori frowned before nodding, and then he bade Kagura and Rin goodbye before leaving. Harry sighed once he was gone.

"So . . . you're Tohru-kun's mystery cousin," Kagura asked in a quiet voice, now staring at Harry with an expression of high interest. He shrugged squinting over at her curiously.

"I take it I've been the talk of the compound," he said dryly.

"Yeah, well we Sohmas tend to not have much to gossip about," Kagura told him. Harry hummed then turned to squint over at Rin, who was now standing by the back door.

"I should probably get home," he told Kagura, still looking at Rin's lean form. Kagura felt an irrational skit of jealousy which she tried not to identify. "But I can't get there like this. I can barely see a foot in front of me."

Kagura then let out a strangled sound and Harry turned to look back at her with his piercing green eyes.

"I'll take you there," Rin offered when Kagura didn't immediately volunteer. Harry looked over at her, surprise – she didn't exactly welcome her with a bright smile or anything like that – but she wasn't looking at him, she was still looking out at the backyard.

"Um . . . sure."

"Your bike is out front," Kagura intoned softly, looking down so that Harry couldn't see her expression, which at the moment was one of reluctant happiness. But Harry wouldn't understand that – he wouldn't understand that she did not want to go anywhere near Shigure's house and Tohru Honda.

"Thanks."

Harry's thank you was just as soft as hers.

"So . . ." Harry trailed off awkwardly as he walked next to the aloof Rin Sohma.

He was trying to get a read on her but couldn't really think all too far around his pounding headache. The hangover potion that Kreacher had given him had not helped at all. He supposed the potion wasn't strong enough for a person who went over the normal four bottles of Firewhiskey. Harry sighed; he supposed that was what he got for trying to get unreasonably drunk . . . again.

"How'd you find out about the curse," Rin suddenly asked; her tone was so impassive that all Harry did was shrug.

"I just knew," he told her. He wasn't all too sure about his theory yet, and until he could prove it was one-hundred percent, he was not going to risk giving out too much information. Kisa and Hiro knowing was already two too many.

"You just knew," Rin repeated skeptically. Harry shrugged and then squinted over at her. He could just barely make out her lean form, and he could tell that she was definitely a . . . beauty type. She was tall and sculpted perfectly, but since he couldn't really make out her face yet, he was going to wait to give her his full observation.

"So . . . um . . . I heard your conversation from earlier."

Rin looked round at him sharply, but Harry didn't meet her gaze as he continued to speak.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop . . . you were kind of loud – but . . . um . . ." Harry trailed off for a moment and used his freehand to scratch the back of his head. When his motorcycle wobbled unsteadily, he placed it back and settled for staring at the bruised machine.

"I was talking to Tohru," he started again and he could feel Rin's gaze boring a hole into his head. He was suddenly very glad he couldn't see because he was pretty sure she was glaring at him – if the intensity of her gaze was anything to go by. "And she mentioned something . . . about the curse and —"

"Look, it's none of your business," Rin cut across harshly. "This has nothing to do with you. You're even more of an outsider to this than Tohru is, so just butt out."

Harry blinked but decided it would be best not to bring up the subject again. He knew everyone had something they didn't want to talk about with others, and this was obviously it for Rin.

"So . . . um . . . how old are you," he instead asked in a very pathetic attempt at small talk. He could barely make out when Rin turned to look at him and he could only guess that she was doing so out of curiosity.

"How old are you," Rin asked instead. Harry laughed once humorlessly before he answered.

"Twenty-two, I turn twenty-three in a few months." Harry heard Rin's steps falter and he turned to look in her general direction. "What?"

"You're twenty-two," she all but yelled and Harry imaged her expression to be incrudious.

"Well yeah," he said, lifting and dropping his shoulders in a casual shrug. "How old did you think I was?" There was a pause and Harry really wished he could see what Rin looked like so he could have a guess at what she might be thinking.

"Well," she said softly and Harry could almost hear a blush in her voice. ". . . to put it quite bluntly, you look barely seventeen."

Harry blinked before sighing.

"Well that's a comfort," he muttered lowly. "I barely look of age." Then he shook his head. "I guess it's a good thing that I'm gay. I don't have to worry over whether my date is taller than me or not."

"You're gay," Rin asked and she sounded curious.

"Yeah." Harry's tone was casual, but then he grinned a grin that spoke of mischief. "It makes Yuki and Kyo absolutely uncomfortable. It's fun to watch." He then laughed and to his surprise, Rin laughed with him. The rest of the walk to Shigure's from then on was really relaxed after that.

"Harrison," Tohru immediately cried when she opened the door to let him it. She threw herself into his arms in a way that was sure to rival Hermione, and hugged him tightly. "I was so worried. I thought you were sick and then Shigure-kun said you went out. But then it started raining and you never came back and —"

"Whoa, whoa, Tohru," Harry told her, pushing her back a bit so that he could see the blurry outline of her face. He narrowed his eyes into a squint and her image swam into view for that moment so that he could see the worry line creasing her brow. "Calm down. I'm fine."

Beside him Rin snorted and that was when Tohru seemed to notice her. She blinked a few times and then beamed at the taller girl.

"Isuzu-san," she greeted in surprise – she had been told that the girl was in the hospital – and then she tilted her head to the side curiously. Rin gave her a standoffish kind of look before noticing Tohru's gaze and she raised her hand to her short hair.

"It was always getting in the way," she told the girl in a casual tone, but Harry could hear an underlining of bitterness and he wondered if his cousin could too, but Tohru just nodded and lead the two inside.

"What brings you over here, Isuzu-san," she asked curiously as the trio made their way into the house. "And are you okay? I heard that you were in the hospital. I hope you're feeling better." Tohru then let out a tiny gasp and spun around to face Rin. "I'm sorry I couldn't come and visit you. I wanted to but I couldn't figure out which hospital —"

Rin narrowed her eyes and Tohru immediately cut off, but her frantic expression did not disappear so Rin offered her an answer.

"Harry can't see two feet in front of him, so I offered to bring him over here safely."

Tohru then seemed to notice the absence of Harry's glasses and when she questioned him on this he just shrugged in a careless manner.

"Oh . . . well they got crushed when I crashed my motorcycle yesterday," he told her as he tried to navigate his way toward him room. He was hoping he could somehow repair his glasses in there without raising too much suspicion.

"You what," Tohru practically screeched after she made a rather dramatic gasp. She didn't even know Harry had a motorcycle, much less that he could drive one.

"I crashed my bike. Turns out I had a little bit too much to drink than I thought."

This only proved to pull another gasp from Tohru – drinking and driving – who then began to fret over him like an anxious mother hen.

"Tohru, calm down," he told her on a chuckle. "Like I said before, I'm fine. I just need to get my spare glasses from my room." Harry could already sense Tohru's frown so he added, "But I could use some tea," just to preoccupy her.

"Right," Tohru said with a nod, and Harry could almost see that adorable determined look that would come over her face.

She then turned to Rin and, using that as a distraction, Harry slipped away from the two girls and headed for his room, closing and locking the door behind him. He then fished out his broken glasses and placed then on the cot he used for a bed. With a muttered, "Reparo," and a flourish of the wand he always had tucked into the invisible wand holder on his arm, the glasses were as good as new and Harry slipped them on with a sigh of relief.

"Ah! Tori-san, what a wonderful surprise," Shigure greeted the man before him with open arms and a bright smile that Hatori immediately distrusted. Knowing that Hatori would not respond to his warm welcome, Shigure turned to the other man standing in his doorway. "Aya!"

"Gure," Ayame greeted back, moving forward with a flourish, his long coat flowing behind him like something one would see in a movie. "Oh how the days have been long since I last saw your glorious face. I have been missing your wondrous presence so!"

"As have I Aya, it has been entirely too long. My bed has grown cold without your warmth and —"

"Would the two of you shut up," Hatori grounded out, his annoyance with his two companions spiking quickly despite the fact that he had only been standing in the doorway for less than a minute.

The two rather flamboyant men both adopted hurt expressions, but Hatori ignored them. He could already feel a headache blooming between his eyes.

"Shigure we have both come over to discuss your . . . newest house guest."

Shigure blinked, obviously not expecting that, but he let the two in and they settled down in the living rom.

It was Monday, so all the teens were out of the house, at school – which made it the perfect time to discuss any of the four teens living there.

"So . . ." Shigure said once he was spread out comfortably on the couch. The book he had been reading lay forgotten on the table, the binding bending as the book was laid page down on the shiny face. Hatori looked over at the title and grimaced as he settled down in the chair by the back shoji doors.

"Well," Ayame drawled uncertainly, looking over at Hatori for help as he wasn't sure how to start.

"We've notice that there are some . . . odd things about Harrison or at least the things he does and says, and we were wondering —"

"If I noticed anything strange also," Shigure finished with a knowing nod – it was just like Hatori to pick out a person's odd quirks and hold a Mabudachi Trio meeting about it, even though he didn't really believe in the group.

Shigure lifted his hand and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Well, beside the fact that he didn't seem at all surprised when he found out about the curse – I'd have to say no. He seems completely normal if not a bit adult for his age."

Hatori nodded his agreement with Shigure's last statement.

'Well . . . I have to admit that is weird. And then there's the fact that I couldn't erase his memories. Something like that has never happened before."

"But he knew you wouldn't be able to erase them, didn't he," Ayame piped up.

"That is true." Hatori sighed and pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and put it in his mouth.

"And he kind of hinted that he was famous to me the other day," Ayame added in. "So maybe he's some kind of celebrity back home. He does seem a bit familiar."

Hatori rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I doubt he is Ayame. That's a bit far-fetched."

The room was thrown into silence for a bit, the three men content in just being in each other's company. It was only times like these, in the rare silences, that Hatori could really relate to his supposed best friends.

"How's Akito," Shigure suddenly asked, breaking the peaceful atmosphere. Hatori sighed and flew out a puff of smoke.

"She's fine . . . why?"

"No reason," Shigure said and Hatori was overcome with a strong sense of déjà-vu. He blinked and sat up straighter.

"I don't believe you," he told his cousin in a slightly suspicious tone, his eyes narrowed slightly. Shigure pouted before relenting.

"I just wanted to know how she was handling Harrison's visit."

". . . it was after that."

"What was after what," Ayame asked, looking over at Shigure with a confused expression. "Tori-kun," he then called when Hatori didn't answer at first.

"I think Harrison did or said something to Akito," Hatori suddenly confessed.

"What?"

Shigure was now looking at Hatori as if he was crazy. Surely no one in their right mind would ever do anything to Akito. Even thought their head was sickly, she was very strong and she had a presence that made even the most headstrong person quiver in fear.

"Well . . . she hasn't been the same after his visit. She's been angrier lately and her condition has been getting worse."

"Okay, but what did he do?"

Harry whistled a song he was pretty sure was from the Weird Sisters under he his breath as he walked down the stone walkway. It was a nice spring day – the dry air hinting at summer – and here he was, walking toward the Sohma main house. Harry shook his head wondering if he was insane.

"Excuse me."

Harry paused and turned around to face the man who had called out to him. He was tall, but then again most men were taller than Harry, and he had rusty brown hair. Harry could taste grapefruits and it was only because of this that he eyed the man curiously.

"Yes?"

Surprise flashed across his face before he seemed to stomp it down.

"Why are you here? You're not a Sohma."

Harry blinked and then turned to face the man fully. He could still taste grapefruits, but this man couldn't be a wizard – he would have recognized Harry if he was.

"No," Harry said slowly. "I'm not a Sohma. I'm Potter, Harrison."

The man blinked and recognization flashed across his face. Harry almost groaned, but he noticed that the man's eyes – a murky brown – did not flash to his scar, like most wizards' did.

"I'm Sohma, Kureno, one of the Zodiac."

"But you can't be," Harry blurted out before he could control himself.

"What," Kureno asked on a gasp of breath. Harry looked away, hoping some kind of excuse would fall from the sky and save him. None came and it was with great reluctance that he motioned for Kureno to follow him. The man didn't move.

"Look," Harry said, annoyance seeping in at what he was about to do. "I'll explain but I can't do it out in the open so . . ." Harry motioned toward a coverage of trees but Kureno frowned and shook his head.

"We can go to my courters."

He then turned and walked away and after a moment's debate Harry followed.

The walk to Kureno's courters was done in a strained silence and Harry used it to try and think of an easy way to let Kureno know he was a wizard. How did one break that sort of news to a twenty-something man?

"Here we are."

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Kureno's low voice and he looked up.

The room he was in was very much normal. There was a desk in one corner – overflowing with papers – a bed sat in another corner and there was a TV. There were a few articles of clothes spilling from the closet but other than that the room was fairly clean. The only personalized thing was a picture of a small family hanging on the wall. Harry recognized Kureno as the young child in it.

"Would you care for something to drink? Tea?" Kureno offered and at Harry's nod he set about making it. Harry walked around the room while the man was gone and by the time Kureno returned, Harry was seated at his desk.

"I suppose I should just get to the point," Harry said after taking an experimental taste of the tea. Deeming it decent he set it aside and fixed Kureno – who was leaning against the wall adjacent to the desk – with a serious look.

"You're a wizard."

Kureno blinked once but didn't show any other sign of his surprise at Harry's statement.

"And what makes you say that," he asked after a moment of rather tense silence on Harry's part. Harry sighed. He never liked explaining how he could sense a person's magic.

"Well, I can taste the magic around you, and there's the fact that you claim to be a cursed member." Here Harry arched a brow, waiting for an explanation. Kureno didn't offer one, he just looked thoughtful.

"So . . . I can do magic?"

"Essentially," Harry told him offhandedly. "Weird stuff probably happened around you a lot when you were younger."

"What does me being a curse member have to do with it," Kureno rushed to ask. He sounded a little bit anxious.

"Well, I have a theory and so far it seems pretty much sound." Kureno nodded for him to go one and Harry did so. "I figure that all Zodiac members can do magic. That's probably how the curse picks its host – based on magical potential."

"If that's what you think then why didn't you believe me when I said I was a curse member," Kureno then asked.

Harry hesitated for a moment. He wasn't one for calling people out on their secrets, and it was obvious Kureno was keeping this a secret.

"Well . . . it's like how I can taste your magic. With the members I met I can taste their magic and their curse, with you it's just the magic. So . . ."

Kureno sighed and set his tea, which he had been slowly drinking, aside.

"My curse broke," he confessed. Both of Harry's brows rose.

"I see," he said thoughtfully. "And does Tohru know about this?"

Kureno hesitated for a moment before nodding. Now Harry was confused. If Tohru knew then why did she think there was no way breaking the curse?

"I don't know how it happened though. It just . . . went away."

Harry opened his mouth to ask Kureno for more information, but then he changed his mind. The Sohma family dynamics weren't his problem and he wouldn't meddle in their business. He was simply here for Tohru.

"Can I get rid of the curse if I can learn to do magic," Kureno suddenly asked, breaking through Harry's thoughts. The Savior shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. You probably can't." Kureno looked down at the floor at this bit of news and Harry felt bad for crushing his resolve. "But . . . I can take you to a shop and you can find some books on it there and get a wand," he amended. Kureno looked up and smiled.

"That would be wonderful, but I wouldn't want to trouble you."

"It'd be no trouble at all. I was planning to take Kisa and Hiro anyways, so you can just tag along." The red-head nodded. "Good. Meet me at West Sohma Park in three days. We'll hash out the details there. Six A.M. sharp. I don't want anyone eavesdropping."

When he got another nodded Harry smiled and then bade Kureno goodbye.

Before anyone asks, Harry is not an alcoholic! He's only done this once before and that was three years previously and there were consequences. And he won't do this ever again, he just really need it right then. Anyways. Review please!