It was Christmas. Had he not met his formerly anti-social little twin Harry earlier in the year, then perhaps spending this holiday without him would not be as hard. But regardless of what might have been, or could have happened, Hayden tried to enjoy the Christmas Eve traditional turkey sandwiches that were set out on the table in his parents private quarters.

Across the table, Hayden could tell that Dri was making the same effort. In fact, everyone present was. Sirius and Marlene sat on either side of Dri; both of them growing increasingly worried about Dri. The dark haired prankster was depressed. But he wasn't morose and sad. He was angry. He snapped at his teachers, parents and friends. Isolating himself. And his grades were suffering as a result. Despite many talks with McGonagall and Sirius, he just wasn't improving, and Hayden knew that he wouldn't unless Harry returned. An event that even Hayden was beginning to doubt would ever happen now.

James and Remus were sat at the head's of the table, facing each other, while Lily sat in between her husband and eldest son. Alice was on Hayden's other side, picking at her food. The male adults were laughing and joking with each other, the women were making idle conversation, and Alice was far too excited about Christmas being only a night away to be of any interest to the pair of preteens.

Sighing, Hayden mentally called out Please Harry, wherever you are, I need you. Please God let him be alright before plastering a false smile on his face and turned to try and entertain Alice.

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{Finally! After two bloody months it's finally finished}

{I don't know. It looks...off}

{Oh hush, it's fine. Now lets get going}

Harry's departure was however, temporarily delayed. As he was preparing to leave he was suddenly hit with a wave of noise that he eventually managed to decipher into words, as though someone was speaking directly into his head. Words being spoken in a familiar voice. 'Please Harry,wherever you are, I need you' the voice was saying 'Please God let him be alright'.

{Is that Hayden? Is he praying?}

{That's what it kinda seems like, doesn't it Scar?}

{Don't call me that. Why would Hayden pray for me. I'm pretty certain he should hate me.}

{Have you been trying to make him hate you?}

{...No...}

{Damn it Har. Stop pushing him away. Looking back on it, the whole train thing might have been a bit of a misunderstanding}

{How so?}

{Oh I don't know maybe the fact that at the time while we were stuffing ourselves with chocolate ice-cream in five star hotels he was sitting around worrying about you. I think, and maybe I've been reading the signals wrong-not happened yet though BITCH- that him quite rudely running off on us was because we reminded him of...um...ourselves?}

{That speech was great until the end. Lost your place a bit there?}

{Just a bit, yeah}

{And what signals anyway}

{Well from all the hesitancy and nervousness around us, he either; hates us because he's a bigoted prat and we scare him, loves you and wants to mend bridges and it's all been a big misunderstanding, or he's sexually attracted to you and wants to shag}

{EW! He's my brother. I need brain bleach now, thanks a lot you jerk. It'll take me forever to get that last image out of my head. Plus he's eleven, what is wrong with you!}

{Hey it's your head-What's wrong with you?}

{Jesus whatever. What were we saying before?}

{No idea. Wanna go to Belgium?}

{...Yeah alright}

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Sitting at the table on Christmas morning was an interesting affair.

Ever since Hayden's near death experience on the quiditch pitch (and the boy still hadn't worked out why his thoughts had been so cynical at the time) the newly dubbed Golden Four- consisting of Neville, Hermione and Ron- had covertly (read: everyone knew they were doing it) trying to find out any information that they could about Nicolas Flamel. None of them were willing to let it go after Hagrid's slip up after the game. Hayden was the most hesitant knowing that he was going against his parents wishes, but a single mention of how 'Harry would do it' from Hermione had immediately turned his resistance to rubble.

Dri, on the other hand, hadn't wanted anything to do with it. He'd firmly stated that Harry had known what was down there from day one, and that if he ever wanted to know then he'd just ask the sometimes raven haired preteen when he got back.

But it was all for nothing. Despite their hours upon hours of scanning through every relevant book in the library they couldn't find a single mention of the man and it wasn't like they could go asking for help. If they did, then everyone would know that they were searching for information on him (the four not knowing that everyone already knew, via the famous Hogwarts rumor mill)

Then the Christmas Holiday's had hit. Most of Hogwarts had gone home for the break including Hermione , who'd left them with the promise of continuing her search for Flamel. Hayden just knew he'd heard the name before somewhere before, but he couldn't place it. Neville had gone home too, both of their friends planning to spend the holiday's with their family.

Normally, Hayden and Dri would have done the same. But with Lily working in Hogwarts, Alice staying with her and their respective father's on security duty, it was decided that Remus and Marlene would instead come to them. The adults were sitting with the rest of the staff up on the head table, while Dri and Hayden sat next to each other at the Gryffindor table. Ron was on Hayden's other side, near his older brothers. There were a few other Gryffindor's that Hayden didn't know and a few Hufflepuff's and Slytherin's on their own table's. Ravenclaw Tower's only occupant this year was Terry Boot.

Despite that he'd been viciously cruel to Hermione, and had inadvertently caused Harry's disappearance, Hayden couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy as he sat alone beneath the blue and bronze banner. Still, Hayden wasn't going to be the one who tried to invite him to join in with them. He didn't particularly want Boot laughing with them as Fred and George dragged Percy away from other prefects and forced him into a Weasley sweater; the same sort that all the Weasley boys and Hayden himself got. He didn't want to have to restrain Dri if the brown haired boy came within a few meter's of them.

So Hayden ignored him and thought of the other presents he'd so far gotten. As well as the jumper, Mrs Weasley had sent him a tin of homemade fudge, which was Hayden's second favorite desert, beaten only by treacle tart. The twins had given him a supply of prankster's gear, some of which had been designed by themselves. Hermione had given him a box of chocolate frogs and from Neville he'd received a supply of cauldron cake's. Hagrid, one of Hayden's favorite people, had hand crafted him a wooden flute which Hayden was determined to teach himself to play. There was a DADA book from Remus and the Black's, Transfiguration from Aunt Minnie (anonymously of course- it wouldn't do to be accused of favoritism). His parents had said that his Nimbus was there joined present given early, but his dad had slipped him the Potter's invisibility cloak and claimed that 'No Potter has ever been at Hogwarts without it'.

As Hayden started to spoon some cereal into his mouth, a voice from across the table stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Have you ever read the Iliad?"

Hayden allowed the cereal to fall from the spoon, which he dropped soon after and faintly heard it land in his bowl. Glancing across the wooden surface, his hazel eyes met striking mischief filled emerald green ones. The owner of whom was holding up the aforementioned book and showing it as if to emphasize his question. Hayden's eyes darted around to see if he was hallucinating, but everyone else had stopped and were currently staring at the same spot Hayden had been. So no, not a figment of his imagination.

He looked back at those striking eyes and shook his head.

"Well you should" Harry retorted in response to his negative reply "It's bloody amazing,"

And with that Harry could a swig from his distinctly German beer bottle and casually flipped open Homer's book as though his sudden appearance in the middle of the Great Hall after being missing for almost two months was completely normal.

"What...Where the hell have you been!" Hayden shouted. Harry guiltily glanced at the table in front of the empty chair to his left. Hayden's eyes, and several others who saw the motion, followed. The sound of several simultaneous face-palm's echoed throughout the large room. Sitting innocently on the table was a set of large, very distinctly Belgian, gift bags full to overflowing with muggle sweet's and chocolate. And next to them was a mostly empty Pizza box with what was definatley Italian writing on it and a case of German Beer. How no one saw them, Hayden didn't know. He guessed they were all too focused on the boy who suddenly appeared to notice the stockpile of junk food that appeared at the same time.

Placing his head in his hands, Hayden began to chuckle insanely "Belgium...You've been in Belgium...I've been here, for two bloody months, and you've been in bloody Belgium," he was still chuckling "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to bloody kill you"

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but then apparently thought better of it and closed it again.

Then he did speak "Just to be clear you don't want to shag me do you?"

Ron, and to be fair most first and second years still at Hogwarts were too young to understand the slang used in that sentance. But Hayden and Dri had grown up with the Marauder's, and Sirius in particular was very fond of sex jokes. The two boys had gotten 'the Talk' very early. So Hayden understood perfectly.

"EW! Your my brother, for God's sake. I need brain bleach now, thanks a lot you jerk! It'll take me forever to get that image out of my head. And we're eleven, what the hell is wrong with you!"

Harry didn't even have to fake nonchalance. He just calmly replied "Oh good. I was just really making sure, you know. Didn't want that kind of tension between us," and then he extended his hand "Hi my name's Harry Dean Samuel Gabriel. Nice to meet you,"

Shocked, Hayden shook the hand. It only got stranger for them when Harry grinned wildly and started off on a rant about the 'atrocities' the wizarding world had committed; in other words, the creation of wizarding sweets. He'd followed this rant by telling the pair of junior marauders that he was going to educate them in the true art of sugar, before handing each of them one of the gift bags each, and then banishing another, along with a rucksack full of fireworks, down the table to the twins and happily wishing them a Merry Christmas.

Dri, throughout all of this, had been staring blankly at the pile of treats. Then he suddenly looked up, and yelled "You Prick!" before launching himself across the table and tackling Harry to the ground and pounding his chest and arms with angry punches.

"No, be careful, I almost lost my beer," was Harry's reaction to the attack.

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Later, as the evening meal was winding down and the various students were taking their gift's back to their dorms, Harry walked up to Hayden and slipped a thin parcel into his robes. Hayden had spent the night with his family. Harry was obviously still angry at the older Potters and he ignored their every attempt at conversation, but he made an effort not to snap at them and to Hayden it meant the world.

Once back in his own bed, he pulled out the gift and pulled out it's contents. He hissed when he cut his finger on a sharp edge, but then gasped when he saw what it was. It didn't fit his hand very well yet but it was light enough that he was able to grasp it and lift it. It seemed to shine and emit silver light. He had seen one before. Only one and only once. The day Harry had originally disappeared, he'd pulled a longer, even brighter looking version and threatened Ron with it. Hayden read the note that had come with the blade.

Keep it hidden. Keep it close.

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In another universe, the Angel Balthazar was pacing angrily and several of his 'servants' swore they saw steam blowing out of his ears as he wondered just who the impudent boy that had stolen his blade was. He had seemed familiar and sparked old memories within his mind. He vowed to find out the boy's identity.

He'd start immediately...or as soon as he could get out of the duct tape that kept him bound to the chair, that had thus far been immune to everything he'd tried, including his grace. And the not-as-destroyed-as-rumor-said Staff of Moses. And a chainsaw.

And that's a wrap. For all those who wanted Hayden and Harry to make up, then enjoy! And for those that didn't well tough luck.

Vote is still open for Supernatural characters. The Balthazar appearance in this chapter and the Sam and Dean one in the previous chapter do not come from the poll. They're just brief cameo appearance's. The top 3 from the poll will become main characters in this story (eventually). So keep voting!

I think that's all...Oh and let me know who Harry/Dri/Hayden should get with. I might open another poll at some point but for now I just want to hear your ideas- remember, pairings won't start until around third year.

So, see you wonderful fans next time. Yozza Out!