"You know, Harry, one thing I have always wanted is to be immortal, never dying . . . Being forgotten makes me afraid," Tom said as he looked at the clear sky.

Harry hummed and sat by the Black Lake, looking at the Giant Squid playing with some fifth-year Gryffindor. He responded to the younger boy, "Immortality does not mean you have to suffer with staying alive all the time, sometimes it means that you left a legacy."

Tom cracked a smile and said, "You always know how to seem like an old man, don't you?"

Harry laughed. "It is my speciality."

The Slytherin looked down, thoughtful, and then turned to Harry, he asked, "How can I be remembered? In a fond manner? I want to leave a mark on this world, so should I have power?"

Harry smiled and shook his head, putting a hand around the teenager. He said, "You don't have to be strong or powerful or smart to be remembered, my friend."

The Gryffindor gestured towards the third-year Gryffindor, Rubeus Hagrid, feeding Hippogriffs some food while the Professor for Care of Magical Creatures, Silvanus Kettleburn, looked at the huge but soft boy warmly and carefully. Harry explained, "Sometimes, to be remembered, all you need is kindness within."

"I don't know if I can be as kind as him or as selfless as you, Harry," Tom admitted, suddenly feeling down. He added, "I am just not a good person."

Harry waved his hand and performed some wandless magic, conjuring a flock of birds that sat on Tom's shoulders, who chuckled, his mood brightening. The older boy then said, "You don't have to be a good man, sometimes you want to be a bad man, and that's okay. Though, what makes the difference is our choice."

"What do you mean?"

"It is not if you want to be kind at the moment that makes you kind, it is that you care for the life of others that you try to be kind. Your choices make you who you are, it just makes you better that you try to be better," Harry explained.

Tom laughed a little suddenly and asked, "You are trying to confuse me, aren't you?"

"Is it working?"

The Slytherin chuckled and answered softly, "I don't know, but I think I can try this kindness thing if you want me to."

Harry patted Tom's head and said, "And that's the best thing you can do. To leave a mark on this world, best thing you can be is kind. Nobody may remember the greatest conqueror or the richest man, time claims them all, but everybody can share a drink and tell stories about the kind boy who helped them with homework one time, or the smiling man who gave them a huge in their time of need."

Tom asked Harry, "Do you want to be like this too?"

Harry hummed happily and answered, "I don't know", still looking towards the horizon. He answered, "Like a ship in the sea, my journey is mysterious but looking for me. I will come when it is my time, but I know I can be whatever I see."

The younger boy grinned and said, "Alright, wise boy, enough philosophising. We have got homework from Dumbledore, I may have done mine but you still have to start writing yours."

Harry lay down in the grass, looking up at the owls in the sky, playing with each other. He said softly, "Dumbledore will forgive me for this grievous act of terror, my friend. Now, come on, let's relax, you have OWLs this year."

"And you have NEWTs, mate."

At receiving no answer, Tom gave Harry an exasperated look but still lay beside the Gryffindor. He asked one final question, "Am I your friend?"

Harry turned to smile at Tom, then looked back at the sky, looking at the clouds. The Slytherin sighed, feeling lighter than he ever had in his life, feeling at peace finally.

All is well.