"You've got to be fu-" he growled quietly, but before he could finish the naughty word he was interrupted.

"Harry!?" called Hermione. It wasn't directed at him, but instead it was directed at the crowd of people at the Gryffindor table. Ah, she was looking for him. Now, how do draw her attention without destroying what little of his privacy he'd managed to keep?

He opted for a discrete but direct approach. Gently tugging her robe sleeves, he managed to turn her attention to him.

"Mione, I'm right here."

Her head spun around to face him, and she scrutinized him, searching his face for some shred of familiarly.

"Harry? Where were you? We searched every compartment we could! Dumbledore's been worried sick; we all thought you'd been kidnapped!" She swatted his head in a rare aggressive move, and Harry instinctively ducked. "Don't make us worry! Don't ever do that again!"

"Look, I don't want anyone to know I'm Harry yet, I want this peace to last as long as possible," he pleaded.

"Well it isn't going to last very long, everyone will think you're a new kid, and you can't lie," scolding him, she poked Ron who was beside her tearing into a dish – one that would have usually had Harry salivating- crumbed seasoned chicken and a plate of garlic bread. Harry looked at the wondrous assortment of food all around him, and while he held a certain appreciation for the effort put into it, he just couldn't bring himself to eat any.

He'd lost a lot of his appetite.

"Ron," Hermione patiently said. When that didn't work- all patience lost by this point- she shouted.

"RON!"

That caught his attention.

Luckily, the hall was filled with the gleeful sound of just reunited friends, and her shout didn't catch many eyes. Acting like that hadn't just happened, she pointed to Harry. "He's here, and he's got a new look. He's trying to be discreet, so for Merlin's sake don't yell." Rolling her eyes, she began eating the food on her plate.

"Blimey mate, who the hell gave you a makeover?" Ron said in disbelief, looking Harry up and down.

"That's a word I never thought I'd hear coming out of your mouth."

Ron lightly punched his shoulder. Harry's attention wondered off, thinking about the little kitten wriggling in his pocket. He gently pet the pocket, and searched the table for any meat not covered in seasoning.

"So," He started. "Where'd your glasses go?"

Harry was barley was registering a word his two friends said. He found a small plate with a single piece of sushi on it, and reached over to go eat it.

Hermione stared at Ron in surprise. In all her years of being Ron's best friend, she still didn't believe how observant he really was.

Hermione jabbed him with her elbow.

A hand swiped the last piece, and plopped it on a plate full of many, many other kinds of sushi. Harry sighed, and tapped the girls shoulder. She turned around, and tried to swallow the food stuffed in her mouth. Cheeks red, she looked him up and down.

"May I please have some sushi?" Harry politely asked, ignoring the way her body stiffened and her face flushed. She handed him a piece, nervously shaking as he took it out of his hands.

"Ow, what was that for 'Mione?"

"First off, Ronald Weasley, that's none of our business! Second, there are many charms, potions, and salves that can be applied over time to improve eyesight. Third off, have you ever heard of contacts?"

Ron spluttered, and his ears turned red. "'Course I know that! We're good friends, I thought it wouldn't be prying and yo-"

Harry slipped away from the conversation when he noticed they were fighting. He really didn't want to be caught in the middle of his best friends. He was also being honest when he said he'd like to preserve his privacy, and acting like he'd been friends with them when everyone thought he was new wasn't helping that. He just wanted his peace, to savour it before he was thrown into a chaotic world with responsibilities he didn't even want.

He rounded a corner, heading out to the courtyard. He couldn't go to the Gryffindor tower; he didn't know the new password.

Arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him to a muscled chest. Harry leaned back into Sebastian, who began nuzzling his neck. He was dressed in a white, long sleeved shirt with silver cuffs at the end, and a black vest over it. He even had old fashioned black tie tucked under the vest.

"Here, I believe you may need these." He handed Harry his time table, and a piece of paper with the word 'Godric' scribbled on it. "You'll be living in the tower for a day or two until I have my quarters fully prepared, Harry," he purred with delight and smirked at Harry's blush.

Harry tried not to give into Sebastian as he embraced him, but everything inside him was screaming to just accept. But...students and teachers weren't allowed to have relationships with each other. It was wrong.

"I'm mad at you," he said, weakly trying to push him away- he'd twisted around so they were face to face. "And I really want to be with you, but we have to end it. Sebastian, if you hadn't gotten this stupid job we would have been allowed together. Teachers can't date students."

Sebastian just continued smirking and pushed his face close to Harry's.

"You think that'll stop me?"

Mwhaha, sorry for not updating in forever... also, I have gone back and tried to fix as many things as possible.

Anyways, I pinkie promise that I'll update next week, and if I don't just send me a message. Believe me it works, I wrote this because someone did- but that might have been because it was 2:00am and my phone buzzes really loudly when I get one. And I had read a horror story.

What animal is Harry? How will Sebastian react to D.V? What about Voldemort?

I got a question for you, if Voldemort used Harry's blood in his creepy resurrection ritual, does that mean they have the similar DNA?

Sorry if it's OOC or sucks, but I'm kinda forcing the writer's block away.