As the creature stepped out of the shadows that the trees cast upon the forest floor Harry could see that the creature was in all actuality a boy. The boy had sky blue eyes and light brown almost grey hair. Harry assumed that he was tall almost five' 3". As the boy came closer Harry took notice of his unusual clothes. He was wearing A light blue that matched his eyes and seemed to be molded against his skin. He had on black shorts down to his knees that had flames on the very bottom edges. Finally the boy stopped in front of Harry and just stared at him, Harry got the wierd sensation that the boy was looking through him and was judging him.
Then the boy bent down so he was eye level to where Harry had fallen and spoke. "Hey, name's Damien How's it going," The easiness which Damien talked to him startled Harry. He wasn't used to people actually being nice to him. Seeing the sincereity behind Damien's eyes He thought that he could atleast answer the question honestly.
"I am kinda hungry, and tired too," Harry piped up quietly then hid his face, unsure of the reaction that his proclamation would be. He heard quiet chuckling before he was hauled to his feet roughly.
"'Course you are! You looked like someone just pulled you out of a dung heap!" Damien Exclaimed with another short bark of laughter. Harry quickly looked himself over and realized that it was true, he looked an absolute mess. He laughed quietly to himself then looked up in to Sparkling eyes of his new friend. Damien motioned him to follow him. "Follow me! I can have you fixed up in a jiffy. But while we walk we can talk. First whats your name?"
"Harry."
"Well Harry, I will get you cleaned up and sent back to your family in know time," Damien said without looking at Harry who had paled at the words 'sent back to your family'.
Damien, not paying attention to how his companion looked continued to babble away until he noticed Harry had stopped a few feet behind him and was visibly shaking from eat to toe in fear. "Harry whats wrong what happened!" Damien shouted at him, concern etched in to his brow. Harry slowly turned towards him and and looked at him with such fear in his eyes it scared him.
"Please don't send me back there." Harry whispered.
Damien didn't know what his family did to him but whatever it was, judging by Harry's reaction, it wasn't good. He may not have known Harry for more than a few minutes but he vowed that whatever had happened to Harry, he would make sure it didn't happen again.
"I won't send you back there if you don't want to go." Damien said while rubbing Harry's back to try to calm him, " You can stay with me if you want."
"Won't your parents be mad that your inviting people home to live with you without there consent," Harry asked in worry. Damien looked down in trying to reign in the pain he felt everytime any mention of his family was brought up.
"My parents died Two years ago."
"Oh." Harry felt bad about bringin up such a painful memory and was goin to apologize when Damien looked up and nodded his head that they should get going. They waled for a couple more minutes before Damien held out his arm to stop Harry.
"Why are we stopping here for," Harry asked, "I thought we were going to your house?" Damien just grinned and pointed upwards. Harry looked at him in confusion before looking upwards and gasping.