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Chapter 2

Ever since fifth year had started Harry had been paying his new, or rather old, Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Remus Lupin weekly visits every Friday after classes.

The first time Harry went it had been to ask him about the skeleton-like horses that pulled the school carriages that no one else seemed to see and the week after that it had been to ask about the well being of his Godfather Sirius. Soon it had just become routine that Harry spend an hour or two with the werewolf, drinking hot chocolate, having private lessons on DADA spells that Dumbledore insisted on or to simply talk.

With Sirius always on the run from the Ministry, though he was currently hiding somewhere with the Order - not that Harry knew much to anything about it, it was nice to have a constant connection to him and his parents near by. He had began to think of Remus as a second Godfather or some long lost uncle that would pat him on the head and ask him how he was and sincerely be interested in what he had to say, unlike his real Uncle Vernon who would rather put Harry up for adoption then ask how he felt.

This Friday evening however Harry just didn't feel like talking or doing anything in particular though he still sat in his Professor's spare chair with a cup of lukewarm hot chocolate in his hands that hadn't even been sipped in the last half hour.

Smiling gently, Remus reached forward and took the cup from Harry's loose hold and placed it on his desk to get the young boy's attention.

"Is there something wrong Harry? You've been quiet since you found your away out of the forest a few days ago."

Sighing, Harry wanted to pound his head against the nearest wall, repeatedly, until he fell unconscious. How was he supposed to tell his professor, let alone anyone else, that he had found an angelic boy all alone in the forest but when he had tried to take him outside of the forest he had ran away?

He knew that the boy didn't belong there but he didn't want to force him to leave, though he feared that if he told anyone that they would try to find him and take him out of the forest, even if it would be against his will.

Avoiding his professor's eye, Harry forced a small hesitant smile.

"It's nothing… just thinking, that's all."

Though not convinced, Remus nodded and let the subject drop. He knew better then to try to push a teenage boy, let alone a stubborn Potter, to talk about things that he didn't want to. Even so, it didn't stop him from worrying.

Not sure of what to say, the raven haired boy looked out the window towards the forest, vaguely wondering what the silent boy was doing now and if he had forgiven him for trying to take him away from his home.

Watching Harry, Remus couldn't help but think that Harry looked like James did whenever he was depressed that Lily yelled at him for picking on Snape. And without thinking he said so out loud.

Surprised by the werewolf's statement, Harry turned and looked at him oddly.

"Are you trying to say that I look like I'm sulking because I like someone?"

After a moment of hesitation, Remus nodded.

Unlike normal circumstances when someone, in one way or another, asked if he liked someone Harry found that he couldn't deny it.

Walking down the school hallways Harry's thoughts were in a million places at once, which meant he wasn't looking where he was going…

"Are you're glasses not thick enough for you, Potter, that you can't see when there's a wall in front of you," asked a familiar voice, sounding as if it was holding back a amused chuckle at Harry's expense.

Resisting the urge to growl, Harry began to feel around on the ground for his glasses.

"Shove off Malfoy, I'm not in the mood for you!"

This time the other boy couldn't suppress voicing his amusement.

"So you do get in the mood for me. Why, Potter, I'm flattered."

Despite himself, Harry couldn't stop himself from blushing and he turned in the direction the voice was coming from.

"Malfoy-"

But before he could continue Harry was cut off by someone placing his glasses back on his face for him.

Smirking Draco Malfoy, the boy with pale golden blond hair, pale skin and stormy gray eyes that Harry had been rivals with the last four years and was going into it's fifth, straightened himself after he made sure the glasses were firmly on Harry's face.

"Unless you plan on getting contacts some time soon, Potter, I suggest you keep those on your face. However… you do look much better without them."

With that said, Draco shot one more smirk in Harry's direction before turning around and leaving.

At first Harry sat on the ground, starring at the spot where Draco had been standing with and expression that clearly showed that he had no clue what just happened but the moment he could no longer hear the Slytherin's footsteps realization struck.

"…Did Malfoy just say that I looked better without my glasses?"

Outside the castle Draco could hear Harry scream out his confusion and with a smirk he mentally crossed 'Freak out Potter' off his to do list.

"But Harry what would make you scream so loud that we could hear you from the tower," asked Hermione that evening at dinner.

Feeling his cheek burn and his stomach do some sort of weird flip, Harry pushed his food away from him thinking that the incident earlier that day had made him sick.

"…I rather not talk about it…"

"But Harry-"

"-Let it go Hermione. He doesn't want to talk about it."

"Just because you much rather eat than worry yourself over Harry-"

"-I worry about Harry too but unlike some people I know when to drop an issue!"

"You give up too easily!"

"You try too hard!"

Having become an expert on tuning out his friends out at this point, Harry ignored the fight and absentmindedly rang his finger over the top of his glass. He listened to it as it made a soft ringing noise from his touch, and looked around the Grand Hall.

As a Gryffindor, Harry had a pretty good view of the other houses from his table. Behind him the Hufflepuffs talked excitedly among small groups of friends with random fits of giggles erupting from the girls. Directly in front of him most of the Ravenclaws seemed to be having a discussion over some book, his old crush Cho Chang among them. Lastly the Slytherins, who were the furthest away, sat in silence. Occasionally someone would speak, probably about bloodlines or the Dark Lord's recent rise back from the dead, but mostly it was as if they were having a contest on who could do the best impression of a lone wolf.

Oddly Draco Malfoy, also known as the Slytherin Prince, seemed to be off to the side with Blaise Zabini as his flunkies, Crabbe and Goyle were on the other side of the table near Pansy Parkison. And even stranger than that, Draco seemed to be starring back at him with a neutral expression.

Emerald eyes locked with silver for the briefest of moments before the argument at the Gryffindor table ended with pumpkin juice accidentally being spilt on top of the raven haired boy's head.

"I'm sorry Harry. I was trying to dump it on Ron."

"I think you're aim is a little off, Hermione."

"Oh be quiet Ron!"

"What did I do? All I said was say-"

"You make it a point to point out everything I do wrong just because I work hard to get better grades!"

"More like you obsess to get perfect grades! You can't accept anything less then perfect, can you?"

"What's wrong about wanting to do my best?"

"It's wrong when that's all you think about!"

"I think about other things!"

"Name one!"

"You don't think I can, do you?"

"NAME ONE!"

Walking away from them, Harry headed towards the tower to wash off the sticky pumpkin juice but then something caught his attention.

It was raining.

Thinking of the silver haired boy he had met in the forest, Harry wondered where he went to stay dry during the rain.

Without thinking about it Harry ran up to the tower, packed a bag with a couple of towels and ran out into the rain himself towards the forest.

Despite what Harry thought, or what he would have thought if he had thought at all before running off, there was no one blocking him into the forest like that one centaur had been before. It was as if someone had opened a path for him, as if they knew he was coming. It certainly would have explained why Birenze was standing in the place where he had first met the silver eyed boy.

Seeing the boy, Birenze smiled.

"Hello Harry Potter."

Not sure of what to make of this, Harry simply greeted the centaur in return.

Though he knew the scarred boy probably wanted an explanation, Birenze simply pointed to his right with a understanding smile on his lips.

"He's over there."

This only confused Harry more.

"What?"

"You came to see him, didn't you?"

"But I thought-"

"You're welcomed here, Harry Potter. Now go."

Though he knew he should have probably questioned the centaur further, Harry simply ran in the direction that Birenze pointed and a short distance away he stopped.

Standing among the trees the silver haired boy had his eyes closed and his face was tilted towards the sky. He let the ran fall on him with open arms, enjoying its gentle caress upon his body.

Watching him so at peace and serene made Harry forget why he even came out to the forest in the first place.

As if sensing Harry's presence the silver haired boy opened his eyes and turned to him, his expression one of surprise.

Remembering how the boy had ran away from him the first time Harry waited for the incident to reoccur. He waited for the silent boy to run and leave him behind. But it didn't happen.

Fully turning to the boy who lived, the angelic boy smiled brightly at as if he had no reason to hate or distrust him, even if Harry had tried to take him away from his home.

His heart pounding, Harry dropped his bag and stood in the rain as if he forgotten all reason and would remain there forever.

Oblivious to Harry's racing heart, the silver haired boy ran up to him and took hold of his hands and placed something inside of them.

When his hands were released, Harry looked down at the object curiously. In his hand laid a small golden ring with even smaller indecipherable writing on it.

He looked at the smiling boy before him curiously.

"Is this for me?"

Not understanding the other boy's question, the silver haired boy tilted his head to the side and returned Harry's curious expression with one of his own.

Again remembering how he had seen the way people talked to foreigners on TV, Harry pointed at the ring.

"This."

Now he pointed to himself.

"For me?"

Trying to make sense of the unfamiliar language, the silent boy imitated Harry's movements by pointing at the ring and then to Harry repeatedly as if trying to figure out what the movement meant.

Thinking that maybe the silent boy just wanted to show him the ring, Harry held it out to give it back to him.

Seeing this the blue eyes of the other boy looked down sadly.

Realizing he made a mistake, Harry brought the ring back to him and held it to his chest, giving his companion the best smile he could manage.

"Thank you."

Though he didn't understand Harry's words, the boy now smiled as he took hold of the other boy's hand again but this time began to lead him deeper into the forest.

With seeker reflexes Harry grabbed his bag from the ground as he was dragged away by the pure boy before him.

They ran faster and faster until Harry thought that they were going to take off the ground and fly but such thoughts were quickly ended when his leader suddenly stopped before a giant tree.

Having nearly ran into the other boy due to the sudden stop, Harry held onto his shoulders to balance himself but quickly let go when he realized what he was doing.

Smiling at Harry as if he thought he was silly, the silver haired boy released the Gryffindor's hand and cupped his face with both of his hands.

Due to the other boy's touch Harry realized that how much his face was burning, which only caused him to blush more.

Not understanding this reaction the kind eyes boy rubbed Harry's face with his thumbs as if to see if he could rub the red away.

Despite himself, Harry melted into the touch. It was so open and warm, such affection so freely given. All of his thoughts and worries seemed to be brushed away by the other boy's thumbs along with his embarrassment. He didn't even notice the rain anymore.

Seeing that the unknown blush was gone, the innocent boy began to move his hands away from Harry's face.

Not wanting the touch to end, Harry was quick to grab one of the other boy's wrist to keep the hand close to his face and unconsciously turned his head to brush his lips against the captive palm.

"Please… Don't stop."

Though he didn't understand Harry's words, the silent boy understood Harry's need for his touch. Through the contact of the boy who lived hand holding his wrist he felt his loneliness wash over him. The emptiness of growing completely unloved and unwanted. The simple need of human contact, denied to him.

Without a word, the silent boy wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and held him closely as the rain washed over them.