Harry woke up in the hospital wing. He saw a bucket beside his bed, and took this as an oppurtune
moment to throw up. He noticed some long gray hairs in his puke.
He noticed Albus, sitting beside the bed. He turned scarlet red, unhappy that his beloved had seen him
like that.
"I'm so sorry Harry, I just couldn't hold back. I mean, you're only 11..." Albus began. "Obviously, this
type of thing is forbidden, but I was just so..." he waved his hands absentmindly, not sure what he
wanted to convey.
"I understand." Harry began. "But I feel the same. And even though I am 11 in body, I feel older in
mind. Actually, I feel older in body too, if you know what I mean." He winked suggestively, and then
coughed.
Albus grabbed his knee, and then touched his thigh briefly. "I will see you soon. Goodbye for now."
Albus looked around quickly and then planted a kiss on his forehead. Ahhh, so cold and sweet, like
lemonade.
Albus walked away, and Harry felt his heart cry out. After coughing weakly a few more time, he feel
into a peaceless sleep, his mind occupied.