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Chapter 4
"Why does Malfoy do such things? Does he get a kick out of confusing me, or am I thinking too much about it," asked Harry when he joined his secret friend in the forbidden forest later that evening.
"Too little," replied the usually silent boy, patting Harry on the head.
"What do you mean by too little," asked Harry.
"Too little," repeated the other boy, smiling.
Sighing, Harry looked up at the angelic boy since he was sitting on the giant tree's tree root while he sat on the ground.
"I need to teach you more words."
"More words," repeated the other boy, continuing to smile.
"Do understand any of the words I've taught you or do you just repeat things," asked Harry.
Clearly not understanding, the angelic boy just looked at Harry oddly.
Sighing for the second time, Harry looked over the book of languages he had picked up in the library the other day.
"I don't get it. How do you talk with the centaurs if you don't know any languages?"
Still not understanding, the angelic boy just patted Harry on the head again since he could tell that his friend was frustrated.
Enjoying the touch, Harry relaxed to it.
"Perhaps I'm just going about this wrong… Maybe I should teach you the alphabet first?"
"Alphabet," asked the pale boy, confused.
"Letters that go together to form words," Harry tried to explain. Picking up a stick he drew a upper case 'A' and a lower case 'a'. First he pointed to the upper case 'A'. "This is a capital 'A'. You use capital letters when they are at the beginning of a sentence or names and other things…" Then he pointed to the other 'a'. "And this is a lower case 'a'. You use lower cases when they're in other parts of words… And I'm no good at explaining this am I?"
Not having understood a single thing Harry said, the other boy could only blink in confusion.
Seeing that this was getting him nowhere, Harry stood and drew out the rest of the Alphabet, with both letter casings, on the ground.
"Maybe visual references would work better. I'll point out the letters and tell you what they are at the same time, okay," asked Harry.
Remembering that when Harry said the word 'okay' he was asking if something was alright and though he never knew what Harry was asking, he always agreed.
"Okay."
Thinking that his friend actually understood, Harry began to point at the letters and announce their names to him.
"This is 'A' and this is 'B'. Got that?"
Imitating the only other human he knew existed, the silent boy pointed at the letters and repeated what Harry had just said.
Harry thought that his friend understood until he also repeated, 'Got that'. Sighing, he decided just to continue his lesson.
"This is 'C'. After that is 'D' and then it's 'E', 'F', 'G', 'H', 'I'-"
"J, K, L, M, N, O, P," continued the usually silent boy softly, as if unsure of what he was saying. His confusion growing, he continued saying the letters that were popping into his head, "Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z… Now I know my ABC's. Next time won't you sing with me."
Amazed, Harry stared at the other boy in wonder.
"How… How do you know the ABC's?"
Looking up at Harry, the pale boy could only answer him with his own unknowing expression.
Sighing, the boy-who-lived sat on the ground in defeat.
"How can you know the ABC's and not understand a word I say? And I doubt the centaurs taught you. I'm not even sure they write things like humans do and if they do it's probably different then any of ours. Hermione would probably know…"
"Hermione… smart friend," questioned the pale boy, softly.
"So you do understand me," exclaimed Harry excitedly.
The angelic boy only became more confused.
This made Harry smile.
"At least you understand me a little and yes, Hermione is my smart friend."
Understanding the conformation, the silent boy smiled.
"I wish we could talk normally… That you'd understand everything I said," commented Harry, absently scratching out the 'H' 'I' and 'J' of his alphabet in the ground. "I-I feel like I can talk to you about anything. Things I can't even tell my friends, Remus or even Sirius. How I wish I knew my parents. The abuse of my so-called family. The expectations and fame I never wanted. Cedric's Death… and Voldenmort…"
Harry looked up at his companion, for the wince that usually came when he mentioned He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named but it didn't come. He sighed then, dropping the stick and wrapping his arms around himself.
"But even if we could speak normally, if you could understand me, you still wouldn't understand anything I said. You don't know about Voldemort… And can you even understand the concept of Death," questioned Harry, bowing his head.
Standing, the angelic boy walked over to his only human friend and kneeled down beside him.
"I… understand."
Surprised, Harry looked up into the other boy's concerned eyes but couldn't find words to questions his understanding.
Placing his hand over Harry's heart, the blue eyed boy's concern grew as he looked back into the other boy's green eyes.
"Harry hurts, right here and he feels… alone."
Surprising the scarred boy further, the angelic boy wrapped his arms around him as he rested his head on top of his own.
"Harry not alone. I here."
Though not understanding why his friend was suddenly speaking somewhat normally and seemingly being able to understand him, Harry didn't care. He held onto his comforter and buried his head into his chest.
No one had ever read him like that before. It was weird and scary but a relief at the same time.
Someone understood….
After Harry had calmed, his friend pulled him to his feet and brushed his thumbs against the boy's cheeks.
Recognizing the concern in the other boy's eyes, Harry placed his hands over his and softly smiled.
"I'm alright."
Despite this, the angelic boy didn't looked convinced.
"I'm fine really," Harry tried to assure his paler friend.
"Harry… still hurts," stated the other boy, still concerned for his only human friend.
"I do…" admitted Harry softly, "But because of you it hurts less."
Not really understanding, the formally silent boy bowed his head as he slipped his hands from Harry's grip and let them rest on the scarred boy's chest.
Wrapping one arm around the other boy's waist, Harry used his free hand to lift up the said boy's chin.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Kiss," questioned the pale boy.
"It's when a person presses their lips to another persons lips," explained Harry, now brushing his fingertips against the other boy's lips.
Remembering when Harry had done such an act during their second encounter, the angelic boy nodded.
Now cupping the smaller boy's face, Harry leaned down and claimed the much desired lips.
After the kiss, the naïve boy took the boy who lived by the hand and lead him deeper into the forest. They stopped when they came to a small boulder that sat between two trees and had the same kind of writing on it that the golden ring the angelic boy had given to Harry.
Releasing Harry's hand, the innocent boy placed his hand on the boulder before facing his companion.
"I encountered Death before."