"So, let me get this right." Hermione had her arms crossed and she was glaring at Harry in disapproval. "You invited a stranger into your home and trusted his word on the fact that he came from another planet?"

"Hermione." Harry's tone was filled with irritation. "He literally dropped from the sky into my yard through what appeared to be a whirlwind of lightning and wind. Are you suggesting that he'd been hiding on my roof for a tornado to kick up so he could trick me into staying at my place to eat my food and play video games?"

"Well…no. But, still. You shouldn't invite strangers into your home, Harry."

He only rolled his eyes at this. "I can take care of myself. And except for a bit of rudeness, he's done nothing bad."

"And you really believe he's from another planet?"

Harry shrugged. "Hey, I'm still the guy who got hit with what was supposed to be an unstoppable killing curse twice, and been declared the 'master of death'. I'm pretty much willing to believe anything is possible. Even other realms."

"But, Harry-"

"You know, you're being incredible closed minded, Hermione. I mean, you're a witch. You can already do things that should be impossible through magic. He dropped from the sky. He's genuinely clueless when it comes to anything from this world and you should hear him speak. It's like he comes from a world that never invented contractions."

Hermione stared at him at the last sentence and Harry only grinned at her. "Come on, why don't you ask him yourself. I know you're dying to."

He was right, of course. Hermione may not have completely believed it but she was full of questions. She always was.

By the time Hermione left, it was very late, she still didn't one hundred percent believe it, and Thor looked thoroughly exasperated with her. Harry couldn't blame him. In the short time that Hermione had been there, he'd learned more about Asgard than he had in the day or so he'd spent alone with Thor.

"Sorry about that," Harry said as soon as Hermione left.

"Is she…" Thor trailed off before he could finish the sentence but Harry knew what he was asking.

"Always like that?" Harry finished for him. "Oh, yeah. She's a great friend though."

"She is concerned for you."

"Yes, well. You're not going to murder me in my sleep, are you?" Harry asked with an amused smile.

Thor looked affronted at the idea. "I would never do such a thing."

"Okay then. You can have the guest room."

Xxxxxxxx

There was music coming from the room that he had spent playing that strange game with Harry Potter in. Thor had slept very little, the last conversation he had had with his father still plaguing his mind as well as the strange interactions he had had with the young man who had taken him in.

When he stepped into the doorway of the room, he was once again sure that this small mortal was very strange. But, as he had thought the day before when he had watched Harry Potter flail on the floor in imitation of the game he had been playing, not so strange in a bad way.

Harry was lying back on the sofa. His feet, which were hanging over one arm rest, were moving with the music and his eyes were closed, a smile playing on his lips. Thor tilted his head as he studied the young man and he really listened to the music that had seem to catch him so.

"Let me run with you tonight
I'll take you on a moonlight ride."

Harry was singing silently along with the music. Thor had never heard such music himself but he could see, after only listening for a minute, why this music could be soothing.

"There's someone I used to see
But she don't give a damn for me."

Thor smiled when the music picked up as well as Harry's enthusiasm for it. His arms started moving along with it as well, and he began singing out loud with the music.

"Let me get to the point
Let's roll another joint
Turn the radio loud
I'm too alone
To be proud
And you don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels
To be me."

It was about this time, when he was stretching out the last word that Harry opened his eyes and spotted Thor. He jumped, and then blushed a bright red, sitting up.

"Hey," he said sheepishly.

"I did not mean to interrupt."

"Sorry," Harry said, starting to reach for what Thor supposed the music was coming from. "It's too loud, isn't it?"

"No." Thor put a hand on Harry's arm, keeping him from turning it off. "I can understand why you would like it the way that you do."

Harry looked surprised for a moment, then uncertain. "I got other stuff too. If you want to hear?"

"I would like that."

Xxxxxxxx

"I didn't really get into music until after the war. The Dursley's never really let me do anything that I might enjoy and I never had time to check out any sort of wizarding music with the war going on. Even before that, there was just too many things happening, I guess. I like this music. I'm not terribly fond of the depressing stuff."

Thor nodded. His smile hadn't left. "Music, of course, is much different where I come from," he commented.

"Of course," Harry said.

"My mother does love it, however."

"Your mother? What's she like?"

Thor's smile widened until it was almost blinding. "She is amazing. My father has always been the stern one. She is the opposite of that. She is very patient, very kind." He must have seen the way that Harry's smile had turned sad. "You do not remember anything of your mother?"

"Not really." But Harry's fist clenched in his lap when he thought about the encounters he'd had with dementors and the short, brief conversation in the woods after he'd picked up the Resurrection Stone.

"I must ask you something, Harry Potter."

"What?" Harry met his gaze with some trepidation. He really didn't want to discuss his parents.

"What exactly is a joint?"

For a second, Harry was stunned, and then he was laughing so hard he nearly fell off the couch.

Xxxxxxxx

"No, no. You don't have to flip them," Harry said later when they were both standing over the stove. "Just splash the grease over them. It works out better, at least for me it does." For some reason, Thor had offered to help him cook breakfast. Harry had the suspicion it was another diverting tactic.

He had been a bit surprised before, was sure that Thor had purposefully asked that question earlier to bring Harry out of the mood talk of his parents had put him in. Thor looked down at the frying eggs and actually wrinkled his nose.

"It does not look like it will be very appetizing."

Harry chuckled. "It will be when you eat it, trust me. Fried eggs are the best kind. Probably the least healthy but the best tasting."

"You like this work." It sounded like a statement and Harry gave a start in surprise.

"Yeah, I guess I do." For years, he'd associated cooking with his childhood, with being forced to do it for his relatives but once he'd finally learned to deal with his issues regarding them, he'd realized that maybe he did like it.

"You cannot do this for work?"

Harry stared at him for a moment. He had admitted to Thor during one of their conversations the day before that he wasn't sure what he wanted to do for a living. He'd thought for so long that he'd wanted to be an auror. When he'd become one and found that he didn't want that sort of job at all, he'd been a bit lost as to what to do with himself.

"I…I guess I could." He grinned widely and then caught Thor staring at him. "What?"

Thor shook his head and leaned closer to him. "You know you do have a lovely smile."

For the second time that day, Harry went red and he barely managed to keep the bacon from burning.

Xxxxxxxx

I adore Tom Petty and no matter what mood I'm in, that song never fails to make me happy. I don't know how realistic it is for Harry to be listening to it but it just makes me happy so when I was thinking about that scene, that song was the first one I thought of.