Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters or particular things connected to them from either universe. They all belong to J.K. Rowling or studio Sunrise. Any other possible characters, as in OCs, are all mine.

Summary: Harry lives with his successful parents in London and is on the road to becoming a world-class player in tennis. Having been homeschooled all of his life he jumps at the opportunity to attend a public High School and experience regular teenage life. Will he be able to fit in or will his past get in the way of that?

Pairings: Heero/Harry.

Warnings: SLASH. AU as in another universe, meaning there will be no magic or Gundams in this story. If you have to have your Harry gifted with magic and your G-boys mecha crazed; then I suggest looking for another story. Oh, and another thing; this is not a 'Harry is an unhappy and abused orphan' fic. His parents and god father are all well and alive in this; just slightly altered to suit my plot, so I'm sorry if I mess up any persons' perceptions of any characters. Just to be clear; it would be better for you to expect most, if not all, characters to be, more or less, OOC with the altered conditions.

Extra warning: I'm going to just choose a street in Fremont to put Harry's and Sirius' house in. I've never been to Fremont so the only thing I have to go by is the simple map I can get from google. How the area looks like is all up to my imagination and the pictures I can find (which isn't much..). Oh yeah, my description of the general weather and nature might be off but I'll try my best.

Author's note: Hello everyone! I suppose if you read my profile and above you already know who won the final poll. I'm quite ecstatic actually that I'll be getting to write Heero/Harry, there are some major sweet/awkward/funny/innocent scenes I could play out on those two. :grins wickedly: Hope you like this new installment of SC!

Second Chances

Chapter 2

"I can bring you to the door, but you have to walk through."

Jean-Paul Vadnais

The flight from Los Angeles was definitively shorter in comparison to Harry's first travel. It took them only a little over an hour to reach the other city and another fifty minutes or so to reach their new house in Fremont by the rental car.

Harry was really beginning to second thoughts of his choice of having only Sirius with him on this trip. Someone had forgotten to mention to the man that you drove on the right side on the road in the US as opposed to driving on the left in Britain. For a second there Harry had thought that his first trip abroad was going to end horrifically before it had barely started. They were lucky that the police officer who later pulled them over only decided to give Sirius a warning when the officer learned of their nationality and first time driving in the US.

They drove through Oakland and Hayward before arriving at their final destination around noon that Saturday. Their new house was located on Hampshire Way by the Blacow Park and pulling up on the driveway; Harry had to admire the outer façade of the house with its creamy white color and grand entrance. It felt a bit like home with its brick walls, the large parlor windows and a small tower even.

It had two but large floors and a basement with a separate building for the indoors court and the outdoors court just beside it. They spent a considerable amount of time checking both out because Sirius wanted to make sure the quality of them was up to standards. There was also a pool house with a pool inside it that was connected to the main house through a simple roofed walkway and the pool house itself could be considered like a small house, all aspects included.

Going back to the main house they decided on a room for themselves; Harry chose a room that had a view of the back garden and the park as he liked how the nature gave him a peace of mind. Sirius, obviously, chose the room that happened to be equipped with a large TV and an even bigger bed, a king-sized one. Harry neglected to tell his god father that his was queen-sized; the man might change his mind about the rooms or even move the TV to that room just for the sake of the larger bed. Harry wouldn't put it past him to do that actually.

There were two guestrooms with two beds each, normal sized, and they were situated in between the other two rooms; leaving Harry's in the western part of the hallway and Sirius' in the eastern part. That might be a good thing though; it gave Harry some privacy and the other wouldn't keep him awake with making a lot of noise.

Unpacking his suitcase; Harry could hear from down the hall the faint sound of the TV blaring and he shook his head; going over to close the door and effectively shutting it out. Figures his god father would favor the TV before doing anything else. In the corner stood a tall closet and a smaller drawer to the side of it where he put all his clothes; his other belongings like books and other knick-knacks would arrive later after the first week of school. For the time being he would have to do with his laptop, the couple of books he'd brought on the flight and playing tennis.

He had three rackets with him and you might ask why he had more than one. Well, you see, during a match it might happen that one of his rackets got damaged or he thought the strings had gotten too lose on one. Having one or two spare rackets was common sense when playing tennis on high level.

He took out his favorite racket; a black and emerald colored Prince racket that suited his play style to the point of near perfection, if he could say so himself, and made a few swings with it. This simple practice always helped to calm his nerves and it helped him greatly now that he was so nervous about all the changes to his life recently. Don't get him wrong though; he was thrilled about them too, he had been the one pushing for it after all, and he couldn't wait for Monday to show up.

He replaced the racket in its bag; putting it and the others carefully away in the closet before slumping down on the bed. The bed felt soft to his travel tired back and body and he closed his eyes for a short rest.

I'm finally here, he thought and couldn't help but to give a goofy smile. This was great! Brilliant! He would be able to go to a regular school with regular teenagers and experience regular life. Regular rocked! There were lots of things to try. He just had to find out what all those were first. Maybe he'd ask around in school, or maybe not; he didn't want them thinking he was some ignorant rich brat, well he was rich but he was certainly not a brat or ignorant, he told himself.

Finished unpacking; Harry went on to explore the rest of the house and deemed it more than livable and comfortable. The kitchen was fairly modern and spacey, which he liked, with lots of storage and already equipped with all the necessary utensils and more. There was even an ice-cream machine that Harry had his suspicions on it being a demand from a certain sweet loving god father. The kitchen was fully stocked and he spent some time inspecting the differences between the foods of America to that of England.

He continued on to the living room and tested the furniture there; grading them slouching approved. The soft cotton of the couch was marvelous and he had just enough time to sit down before a loud voice bellowed from the second floor.

"Time for the first practice on American soil Harry! Get dressed and meet me at the court!"

Apparently Sirius had lost his interest in whatever was on the TV and decided it was time for some physical training.

"Alright I'm coming." He called back and heaved himself up from the couch.

It was going to be a long practice no doubt considering the excitement laced voice of his god father.

The first things that struck Harry on his second day in Fremont was that it could get very dry and hot even in late August in comparison to damp and cloudy London. He tried airing himself by tugging at his t-shirt; he wasn't exactly accustomed to temperatures up in the seventies and eighties and 81F° (27C°) was a little bit on the hot side for him. According to the weather forecast it would get cooler in the late afternoon and evening so he would just have to pull through the day until then.

He took a generous sip of his lemon ice-tea and adjusted the sunglasses that kept slipping on his nose because of the sweat. The glass doors to the pool house had been pulled open and Sirius was in the middle of taking a relaxing swim. Sitting on the cobbled ground outside the small house was Harry in the shadow offered from the roof tilting a bit outwards.

He wafted himself offhandedly with a pale hand and inwardly hoped that the weather wouldn't be quite as hot tomorrow at first day of school. It would take some time before h got used to a lot of things and thinking about tomorrow made his stomach twist with excitement and nervousness.

Harry had convinced Sirius to let him go to school alone on his new bike instead of being driven there with the car. Taking the bike to school would allow him to take in more of his surroundings and he'd rather not have Sirius go rampaging around the school and ruin his chances of getting any friends on the first day.

Harry sipped on his drink as Sirius heaved himself up on the edge of the pool and sat down in the opposite chair; dripping water everywhere and leaving wet imprints in his path. The man poured himself a glass of his own and swallowed the whole drink in one go before refilling it and reclining back in the chair.

"Wonderful day isn't it?" The dark haired male let out with smile.

"Hot." Harry managed to get out in a tired voice.

Sirius chuckled.

"I forget you haven't been outside of chilly Britain before. Better get used to it though; we're going to be here for a year."

"Is it going to be this, hot, every day?" Harry asked exasperated.

"No, I think it's just a little warmer than the average today. It'll probably be cooler tomorrow."

"Thank god."

"What? Little Harry is too hot for comfort?" Sirius grinned at the raven haired teenager.

"Oh, shut it!" Harry glared at the male who only smiled sweetly in return.

"But you're nervous, aren't you?" Sirius asked knowingly and Harry glanced back at him with a small measure of surprise.

"How'd you…?"

"I've known you since you were just a little whelp Harry. Of course I know when you're nervous or not, and there's nothing to be nervous about." He assured him.

"You sure?" Harry asked doubtfully. He had thought about a whole bunch of worst case scenarios; the other more worse than the other. New places and a large imagination would do that to you.

"I'm sure! Well, better watch out for 'first day ceremonies' though, but I don't think you're in any danger of that since you're entering as a senior. They'll probably only go after the firsties, unless they mistake you for one you're safe." Sirius grinned again; reaching over to place his hand on Harry's shoulder comfortingly and giving it a light shake.

Harry smiled uncertainly.

He suddenly felt very unsure about the next day and he was almost on the verge of asking Sirius to accompany him tomorrow, but he clamped down on his tongue before he could do that. He'd never live down the embarrassment and he wasn't a baby anymore. Other teenagers did this almost every day; went to school and interacted with each other, so why couldn't he do the same right? He had to prove it to his parents that he was fully capable of taking care of himself without them around every time.

"What do you say about a one set match to soften up the muscles before practice?" Sirius asked; the challenge glistening in his eyes as he stood up.

"Indoors court?"

If they used that court Harry could at least enjoy the game more since it was air conditioned.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at that.

"In this fine weather? Why waste it being indoors, I say outdoors court."

"What?" Harry half whined. "You're joking right? In this heat? Are you mad?"

"Harry, it's not that high of an impossibility that you'll be playing in temperatures like these during the US Open next year." Sirius said matter-of-factly and with a minor stern look at his young protégé.

"I understand." Harry muttered sullenly.

"That's it lad! Now go change."

Harry made a last longing look to the haven of coolness and shadows before entering the main house to get changed into his practice clothes. Maybe a bit of practice, despite the heat, would be good to settle his racing nerves.

The next morning found Harry waking up from a long night of restlessness and preschool nerves going haywire when he realized that this was the day. This was the first day of school. He had had barely six hours of sleep and it could be blamed both on his nerves and the still lingering jetlag messing up his usual rhythm.

A quick shower and getting dressed in a pair of dark green cargo shorts and white t-shirt; he entered the kitchen. He pulled out a few ingredients form the fridge, a pan from the compartment below the stove and began making breakfast that consisted of fried sausages, eggs and vegetables. He was just in the process of depositing it all on two separate plates when a drowsy Sirius staggered through the opening and sat down by the table. Harry fetched a cup which he filled with black coffee and wordlessly placed it in front of the male. He couldn't help smiling at the hand groping on the table's surface before it made contact and raised the cup.

Sirius cursed when the liquid scolded his tongue and he immediately became much more alert; all in time to acknowledge the plate Harry put down in front of him this time. He dug into the food as soon as he got the fork and knife in his hands.

Harry shook his head and sat down by the table with his own plate and a cup of tea for beverage. They ate their food in companionable silence; the scraping of utensils and soft breathing accompanying them.

Harry rinsed the plate when they were finished and Sirius sipped on his second cup of coffee.

"This is the day, huh?" He asked after a while. "You got everything you need?"

On a kitchen chair lay a newly bought shoulder bag that Harry picked up and roved through it; checking with the help of his god father that he had every item that he needed. A case with pencils and such, a college block, a calendar so he could keep track of homework and special dates, his cell phone and finally his wallet with lunch money and a little extra just in case. That was another novelty that he was going to experience; eating lunch in a cafeteria and not in the family's dining room when he needed to eat during his lessons.

Sirius walked over to the door to pick up the newspaper that had just fallen through the mail box on the door.

"I think so." Harry said, closing the clasp on the bag and making sure once that it was securely closed.

"Well, then. What are you waiting for? It's nearly seven thirty already." Sirius said offhandedly and scratched his unshaven cheek while he inspected the headline news.

"What?" Harry gasped out and sprung out of his chair like it was on fire. "Sirius! Tell me sooner next time!"

The teenager grabbed the bag and slung it on his shoulder, hurriedly drinking up the last of his tea and rushing past Sirius. He fumbled with the laces of his converse; cursing once or twice before he got both of them on.

"I figure it's your own fault for not checking the clock." Sirius said as he opened up the newspaper to the entertainment section. "Imagine what all the celebrities here get up to…" He said humouredly. "Dogs that are almost too small to be called dogs dressed in clothes and pink at that too!" He snickered.

"What do I care about that?" Harry replied incredulous, stopping in his actions momentarily. "Let them do whatever they want." He said uncaringly.

Sirius nodded with an agreeing look.

"School?" He asked again with a raised eyebrow.

The older male smiled heartedly when the teenager gave a 'meep' and shot out of the door; just barely managing to grab his keys from the bowl on a small table by the door and nearly tripping on the threshold in his haste.

"Bloody hell!" He cursed loudly but nevertheless didn't stop and took the stairs two at a time.

"Language!" Sirius called after him before he closed the door with a last look at his god son. "Good luck Harry."

It had taken Harry a total of five whole minutes before he remembered to slow down so he would actually be able to orient himself and choose the right way to the school. Lucky for him their house wasn't that far from the school and finding his way there ended up not being that hard despite his lack of venturing out alone. He still breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted the big stone boulder announcing the name of the school, as he veered his bike from the sidewalk and up the school's driveway.

Parking and locking his bike; Harry turned around to take his first good look at the school and was stunned at the spot. So this was a regular school. He wondered how this building was so different from all the others and how it would look inside. He grabbed the rim of his bag with both hands and bravely began stalking catiously up the rest of the paved road.

A booth with a banderol hung up behind it drew his attention. The words on it read out the information for new and old students to sign up there before moving to the next booth where they would be choosing their elective courses and extracurricular activities.

Nervousness taking a hold of him again; Harry steered his steps to the first booth where young honey blonde colored woman sat with a wide smile on her lips. There weren't any other students by this booth at the moment, the majority were standing by the other looking through a catalogue, so the woman noticed him almost right away.

Her eyes caught his and he couldn't help but to tighten his hold on his bag when he took the last steps up to her. She smiled even wider than before if it was possible and grabbed a pen before addressing him.

"Freshman?" She asked in a soft but strong voice; pen at the ready.

"Uh, no, senior." He said when he managed to unlock his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

She frowned gently at him; taking a closer look at him.

"I haven't seen you before." She stated finally.

"Uh…" Harry stumbled over the words. "I just moved here… and…" He trailed off.

The woman smiled again.

"Ah, I see. You're a transfer student, your name please?"

"Harry Potter."

She flipped a few pages, drawing her pen along the many names before she made a small noise and checked his name off the list. She handed him a piece of paper that he took gingerly.

"This tells you when and where you're going to meet up with your new class and homeroom teacher. You can sign up for extracurricular activities and such there." She waved at the other booth. "We hope you'll enjoy your stay here at Irvington High School Mr. Potter. It's a nice accent you got there. Have a nice day!" She said and turned to another student that had come up behind Harry.

"Thanks." Harry said, reddening slightly at the comment, and stepped aside.

"Have you missed me as much as I missed you this whole summer Miss Cunningham?" A teasing voice said.

"Mr. Maxwell!" The woman burst out in a mix between humor and scolding.

Harry looked back to see another teenager leaning on the table with one arm; a cheeky grin fixed into his merry features. First impression told Harry that it was a female, because of the long chestnut hair that was put up in a braid, but taking a second look and judging from the depth of the voice told him otherwise. He stared at the boy like it was the first time he had seen another male with so long hair; which it was. He had thought only girls wore their hair that long but he guessed he had been wrong about that.

The teen wore a worn backpack over a black tank top, beige colored shorts and white old sneakers that had been dirtied so much they were gray. The whole frame of the youth spoke of unbridled confidence and the jokester personality was literally written all over him as he continued to flirt shamelessly, though not being completely blatant about it, with the woman.

She seemed used to it though so it must not have been a novelty that the teenager behaved like this.

"Charming as always I see." She noted and checked the boy's name of the list while handing him a paper too.

"I do what I can for the ladies." He replied and winked at her.

"It appears so." She said and hid a smile. "Now off with you. Shoo!"

The teenager laughed and waltzed off to the second booth. Harry caught his eyes fleetingly but the youth seemed to pay him no mind and Harry only had the time to acknowledge his eye color, deep violet if that was even possible, before the boy had passed him.

The other booth was already overcrowded and it looked hard getting to the front. The teenager from before sighed loudly at this and began pushing and elbowing his way through; Harry decided to follow in his footsteps and they soon found themselves in front of an older man that looked haggard and tired as he eyed them both. It was clear the man wished he was somewhere else entirely and he continued to wipe off sweat that beaded around his temples and his beginning baldness.

"I suppose you two want a catalogue and an application sheet too?" He huffed and handed them over to the two without waiting for an answer. The man went back to eyeing the copious amount of students tiredly.

The chestnut haired boy just shrugged his shoulders in response to that and fought his way out again; earning him and Harry annoyed looks from the other students for their second time making their way through. Harry tried to smile apologetically while not stepping on anyone's feet or bumping into someone; something the other teenager didn't seem to care about at all as he only grinned at them gave a small salute.

"Excuse me, coming through, thank you, and thank you." He called cheerily.

Getting out of the throng the boy quickly disappeared behind a corner and left Harry standing alone.

Harry wandered a bit off from the other students and found him a place under a tree that offered him a cool shade and away from all the bustling. He plumped down Indian style and opened up the catalogue, amazed at all the different courses you could choose from outside of the usual curriculum and some he even wondered what they actually were about.

It had been decided between him and his parents that he would take all the standard courses, eventually advancing when he got settled in with all the changes, and any other courses he felt interested in.

The amount of courses wasn't overwhelming but there were still a large number of them and they all made Harry somewhat confused. In the end he opted for choosing a foreign language; thinking it could be fun learning another language besides his native tongue and then he came upon another problem which was which language he was going to pick.

His mother would have reprimanded him if she saw him now and how he chose; by closing his eyes and pointing at random. He opened his eyes and saw that he had picked German. He stared at the post for a second before shrugging and writing it down on his application sheet. For extracurricular activities he would select tennis of course, a no brainer that one, but he needed to hand in his paperwork before he could try out.

The man looked as tired as before when he accepted Harry's application sheet and the returned catalogue. Harry hedged before asking the man where he could turn in his paperwork for try outs and the man gave him a strange look. To the responsible coach of course the man had told him and been a bit embarrassed at that. That made sense, he thought.

Checking his watch; Harry saw that it was over three hours until lunch and the time set up for meeting his class in return wasn't until after lunch at one. He thought he could spend that time checking out the school; in the mean time getting a feel of the place since he was going to be there for a whole year. Finding out where the tennis club where would be a good idea too.

The school area consisted of the main building; where the principal's office lay next to the teachers' lounge and students' cafeteria along with the school library and two computer rooms. The nurse's office was situated there too; amongst a couple of classrooms designated for social studies oriented courses on the second floor of the building.

There was an additional building for the science and arts courses not far from the main building. Further away Harry deduced that all the athletic facilities had to be; football and soccer, baseball and softball fields and the tennis courts. He'd learned from the school's website that it offered a range of sports for athletic inclined and interested students.

It was a bit of a walk but he eventually arrived at the beginning of the athletic facilities. He spotted the tennis courts just ahead of the soccer fields and gave an appreciative glance on the way of the various fields. It all looked almost new and fresh; he really began to liking this school and he hadn't even met his class or his teachers yet.

He arrived at the tennis courts and didn't spot a single soul roaming around. He frowned to himself but didn't give up that easily; searching the area until he found what must have been the changing rooms the coach's office.

The door was open and he hesitated for a bare second before sticking his head in; looking around.

"Hello?" He called out and waited.

No answer.

Harry grew uncertain and was about to turn back when a deep voice yelled from a room within.

"Yes? Just a moment!"

The voice yelped and something crashed into the floor; driving up some dust that floated out of the door before a man stepped out coughing hoarsely.

Harry thought his eyes was going to pop out when he spotted the length of blonde hair pulled into a loose ponytail at the neck. He wondered offhandedly if the American men had a strange inclination towards very long hair or something similar, as this was the second male within short time span he saw sported this length; though the teen seemed to beat the man with an inch or two.

Icy blue eyes blinked a few times to get the dust out of them before settling on the raven haired teen.

"Ah, yes?" The man, who couldn't be older than in his mid-twenties, queried.

"Oh, I wanted to turn in my papers for the try out, sir." Harry replied and unknowingly addressed the man formally while he reached into his bag for said papers.

The man's presence just seemed to demand respect.

"Oh, really?" He said, his eyes lighting up with interest. "Your name?"

"Harry Potter." He said as he handed over the papers to the man.

The older male's orbs widened slightly and he skimmed Harry's papers with a curious eye.

"Harry James Potter?" He questioned and raised his head. "The teenager from England that's entering the US Open next year?"

"Uh, yes." The teen replied a bit stunned that the man seemed to know his name.

"Interesting. Very interesting." The man said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Welcome to Irvington Mr. Potter. I believe the tennis club very soon will receive a considerably talented addition. I don't think the try out will be of any obstacle for you, a mere custom. I'm Milliardo Peacecraft, but everyone calls me Zechs, so no need for formalities Harry." He added with a smile.

"Thanks." Harry said, unused to receiving praise from anyone except his own family.

"Everything seems to be in order." Zechs said as he perused the papers again; flipping through them one at a time. "I suggest you get back to the main grounds so you'll have time to grab something to eat before the one o'clock meetings. Off you go." Zechs made a dismissing motion.

Harry cast a glance at his watch and was surprised to see that it was nearly twelve already. Talk about time flying away when you were busy doing something.

He left the coach and made his way back; noticing the large amount of students that seemed to flow in and out of the cafeteria. Harry had to brace himself before venturing inside and he was met with a flurry of faces and chattering clouding the air around him.

Feeling really out of place with so many people around him; Harry stood nearly stock-still as he observed various teenagers talking to and moving around each other. He tried walking by the walls rather than walking straight through to get to the other side where the food disk lay. He was slightly relieved to see that no one noticed him or cast a second glance at him; for he didn't feel quite ready yet to engage in conversations with these people. First of all; he had no idea what he was supposed to talk about and he didn't want to make a fool out of himself on his first day. He had enough trouble trying to take everything in and adapting to it before actually throwing himself into it all.

It was at times like these that he wished that he had friends in his own age and not only the maids and servants at his home in England who were all thirty or above. Talking to them hadn't prepared him at all for American teenagers talking about friends, entertainment and sports to mention a few things.

So into his thoughts was he that he accidently stepped into the last person standing in the cafeteria line. He flinched backwards immediately and addressed the other to apologize.

"Oh! Sorry." Harry said awkwardly and took in the teenager standing in front of him.

He had to blink a few times when the boy standing in front of him had to be of Asian descent but all the same he had the eyes of clearest cobalt blue that went against Harry's previous assumption together with his chocolate brown hair. It seemed to be as messy and wild as Harry's own; if not more untamed and gravity defying.

The boy wore a green tank top that let everyone see the slight muscles underneath his slim body, a pair of worn jeans and grey shoes added to his wild image and Harry caught himself staring when the teen spoke to him.

"Be careful next time." He said in a lilting tone that had the slightest tint of an accent underneath his speech. Harry found he liked it and at ease that he wasn't the only with an accent of some sorts.

"Sure." He replied and the teen turned his back to him again.

The line moved slowly and he threw thoughtful glances every once in a while in the cobalt eyed teen's direction. He couldn't explain it as anything but pure curiousness about the other; the slightly taller boy seemed to give off this mysterious aura that drew Harry in. It was weird; to say the least and that's what baffled Harry as to why he kept stealing glances off the other teenager.

Harry mimicked the boy when he picked up a tray; not having bought food in a cafeteria before mind you and searched the racks absentmindedly for anything that looked edible. He wasn't too sure about the sandwiches or hamburgers that was being offered, some things he didn't even know what it was or contained so he opted for the safe choice instead; figuring he could just get a proper meal when he got back home.

He reached over to grab a banana and an apple from a basket; drawing the attention of the teen in front of him as he brushed slightly against the messy haired boy's arm. Harry tried ignoring looking into the eyes that he felt on him and he saw the other take in his tray before focusing his eyes to the front again.

He seemed to be going for the same vegetarian option like Harry, he noticed, before he handed over a bill to pay for his food when they arrived at the register.

Harry pulled out his own wallet from his pocket and paid the lunch lady what she wanted for his. Tray in hand Harry turned around and saw the cobalt eyed teen make his way to a table in the far corner; occupied by another Asian boy and the same teen from this morning that was merrily waving the other the teen over to them.

Scanning his eyes along the hall; he found an empty table in the same end as the other three teens but near the opposite wall. His plastic tray clattered when he put it down on the table and he sat down; removing his shoulder bag in the process and dumping it on the chair beside him.

He started on his food and took up observing his surroundings again. The apple was sweet and he quite enjoyed it; thinking it was going to be sour. While munching on his apple; he eyed the trio in the corner of his eye as the braided youth laughed and swung an arm around the black haired Asian. Said teen shrugged the arm off and glared at the braided one, saying something that made the other crack up in laughter again.

They looked like very good friends and Harry felt himself grow envious of that. He really wanted friends too and befriend others; he just had to get rid of his shyness towards other people. Take the first step like his god father always told him when the man was particularly feeling like acting like an adult.

Food eaten and finished Harry planted his hands in his lap while he waited for the time to go by. He had taken less time on eating than he usually did and it might have been because he was starting to get nervous again as the clock ticked by and got closer to one.

He wondered how his class would be like, what sort of people they were and how he was going to fit into their group. He didn't know what to expect really and could only try and imagine what was going to happen during the meeting. His stomach was beginning to act up and make little swirls that weren't that comfortable.

His eyes sought out his surroundings again to try and distract his growing nervousness from growing bigger: a task that he failed miserably at and only served to make him focus even more on it.

He didn't know why; but Harry had the sudden sensation that it was going to be a long day and that he still had lots of things still waiting ahead of him.

AN: Hey, look it's Zechs! I actually had no intention of including him in this story but when I was thinking about who should be the tennis coach I just thought of him out of the blue. Somehow the idea spoke to me and I thought, why not? I hope you all liked this new chapter and I'm promising more meetings and talking between Harry and the G-boys in the next chapter. I just wanted them to start noticing each other before jumping into a conversation. Well, I'm off to bed now, or rather I'm already in bed since I'm laying with my laptop in my lap (haha, lap – laptop). Anyway, I see you guys next time okay? /Lin