A.N.: Not gonna apologize for the delay, because it seems that my uni-life is going down the drain. How could I ever think the sciences were for me? This is the first time in years that I've written anything… and even now I should be working on my stupid thesis instead. Hate it. Hope I can one day continue this on a regular schedule, but I really don't know when, so I'm not gonna make any promises. Enjoy this chapter :)

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Chapter: How Kid–Superheroes Make Friends

Harry would probably have had a lot more trouble identifying "the busshh withhh the nice mousies", if the street hadn't ended in a dead-end about hundred-and-fifty-four feet and three-and-a-half inches in. (Not that Harry was counting or anything.) Luckily, the bush with the supposedly 'nice mousies', was the only bush he could see anywhere. And he had 20/10 vision!

This area really didn't seem big on climate-change avoidance…

No matter.

To the left of The Famous Bush was indeed a chimney made out of the same dark, aged red bricks as everything else in the street. Luckily there were rungs made out of iron on the side of the chimney, which he used to climb to the rooftop. True, he could have flown, but the cat said climb and for a yet unfathomable reason he felt compelled to follow her instructions to the letter wherever possible.

After a minute or two, he heaved himself up onto the roof. It was already late afternoon, which is why he had no problem determining where west was. With a sigh he started off in that direction, always careful of where to set his feet. Unsurprisingly, west seemed also be the only direction he could walk towards without jumping over several feet wide separations between the houses. After about twenty minutes, he had indeed passed three nests of birds, though they flew away before he came within five feet of their home every time.

They could probably smell The Cat on him.

Shortly after passing the last nest, he came to a dead-end, seeing as in order to reach the next house in western direction, he would have to jump some 35 feet. However, the smells coming from the alley below already started to make his mouth water – it had been way to long since lunch.

The alley was crowded and seemed to have people of every ethnicity in it. The smells were familiar and exotic at the same time – a place where a fish & chips booth could be right next to an Indian restaurant.

The Cat had said he only had to follow the alley until he reached the Big House (-whatever that was-) so he could probably just do that just as well on the ground. Thus, after determining in which direction to go – the only big house he could see from here was in northern direction – he clang to the next rain gutter and slid rapidly downwards. However, he quickly lost his footing and started to free fall until his feet reached the ground.

From the force of the drop, he promptly stumbled and fell.

"Ouchhhh…"

He didn't move for a moment. He was so tired. She–Who–Walks–In–The–Sun hat made it all seem so simple and fast. 'Go straight, climb up to the roof, go west, and then get down again.' It seemed pretty straightforward back then.

Hah! If it only had been that easy: the haughty cat hat not mentioned the way his buttocks and hands would feel after following that stupid plan. Still, considering the roof was about 10 meters up and he lost his footing after sliding down about five of them, he should actually hurt way more…

"Get off you oaf! What the hell!"

Oh. That's why.

He hastily jumped up, wincing for a moment when his weight was again supported by his protesting feet, and turned around. After stumbling he had seemed to have landed on a boy his age, who was now staring angrily at him.

"Oh, I really didn't intend to use you as landing platform – though you were definitely a good one –"

The boy's furious stare turned even more intense.

" – eh … badjoke?Imeansorrysorrysorry!"

The boy's stare returned to merely angry again.

Harry speedily thrust his hand near the boy's face: "BythewaymynameisHarrynicetomeetyou!"

"…what?"

Harry took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for falling on you. I didn't mean to. My name is Harry, nice to meet you!"

His hand shook slightly, waiting for the other's reaction.

"Dean." Dean said, grabbing his hand and using it to pull himself up. "I'm Dean."

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Upcoming: How To Make An Old Lady Love You

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A.N.: For those of you who don't know: you having 20/20 vision means you can see from 20 feet everything a normal person can see from a distance of 20 feet. Therefore, having 20/10 vision means you can see from only 10 feet what a normal person can see from a distance of 20 feet, i.e. you can see better than most people. (Legal blindness in the US: having 20/200 vision.)

And no, Harry does not have glasses. If this story continues, I will explore this aspect further but for now, just rest assured that he doesn't need them.

A.N.2: R & R, please!