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"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."

Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.

"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."

Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."

"Friend?" Tom crackled a smile. Amused by such a childish sentance. Didn't Harry know what was happening here.

Yet even Tom was confused by his own. How easily he was taking things further.

How warm the others skin felt compared to his own. How he liked the small tremble in the others tone. The humming under his hand as the other spoke. How he could see the others collar bone poking out. How a small freckle sat in the hallows.

The closer he lean into the more appealing that freckle looked. Feeling his own breath hit back off Harry's shoulder.

"I will be a great Lord some day. And you'll sing my proper name that day."

He touched him with his other hand too, almost as though he wasn't sure if he was allowed, nevermind that Tom's hand was still pressed firmly against his own neck. Then, something breaking within him, he surged forward and clutched desperately as the folds of Tom's robes, holding him close, for whatever it was he was about to do.

"Come now."

Tom withdrew his hand, face flushed. Sensing he took his game in a whole new direction. One he wasn't sure how to play his hand in.

"No need for that. As you said we are friends."

The back of his hand brushing Harry's cheek. Feeling the others pleasing warmth. Enjoying it Enjoying the other signature scent. Having him lean in again, inhaling.

"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."

Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.

"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."

Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."

"Friend?" Tom crackled a smile. Amused by such a childish sentance. Didn't Harry know what was happening here.

Yet even Tom was confused by his own. How easily he was taking things further.

How warm the others skin felt compared to his own. How he liked the small tremble in the others tone. The humming under his hand as the other spoke. How he could see the others collar bone poking out. How a small freckle sat in the hallows.

The closer he lean into the more appealing that freckle looked. Feeling his own breath hit back off Harry's shoulder.

"I will be a great Lord some day. And you'll sing my proper name that day."

He touched him with his other hand too, almost as though he wasn't sure if he was allowed, nevermind that Tom's hand was still pressed firmly against his own neck. Then, something breaking within him, he surged forward and clutched desperately as the folds of Tom's robes, holding him close, for whatever it was he was about to do.

"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."

Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.

"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."

Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."

"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."

Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.

"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."

Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."

The way the other shifted unsure what to do with his arms meant he was uncomfortable. Tom was sure he'd get sympathy like most gave him. Or at least interest. In fact Harry seem uncomfortable around him and the topic.

Perhaps Tom hung out with too many morbid Slyhterin's.

But that didn't explain Harry.

"Can't you guess?"

Tom put down the book. Looking over the strange bespeckled student. Everything about Harry was odd. From his odd pairing of clothing, his mannerism to how he acted around Tom.

Tom should be mad. Instead he's entraced. Waiting for the next thing the other would say. Disappointed by the, "I'm sorry." Always waiting for something deeper to be said.

"Orphan?" Now that was something.

Tom crackled.

"Don't let Dippt find out. He always brings that up with me." One hand reaches out to lean on the wall behind Harry's shoulder. Leaning over to study Harry better.

"Secrets?" There!

"Death is the monster. It's the end of everything, even your parents and your secret." Tom whispered,

He leans close enough to Harry that his breath blow whisp of hair that frames his face. He can smell the scent of clean laundry and the metal of his glasses.

Harry maintained eye contact for far too long. It felt as though the air was practically sparking between them now, with the intensity of it. But even so, he hardly did more than blink and glance impossibly fast down at the way Tom was biting his lip. He shuddered as he breathed in Tom's breath and the intimacy of that hit him, but he didn't pull away from that either.

"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."

Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.

"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."

Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."

The way the other shifted unsure what to do with his arms meant he was uncomfortable. Tom was sure he'd get sympathy like most gave him. Or at least interest. In fact Harry seem uncomfortable around him and the topic.

Perhaps Tom hung out with too many morbid Slyhterin's.

But that didn't explain Harry.

"Can't you guess?"

Tom put down the book. Looking over the strange bespeckled student. Everything about Harry was odd. From his odd pairing of clothing, his mannerism to how he acted around Tom.

Tom should be mad. Instead he's entraced. Waiting for the next thing the other would say. Disappointed by the, "I'm sorry." Always waiting for something deeper to be said.

"Orphan?" Now that was something.

Tom crackled.

"Don't let Dippt find out. He always brings that up with me." One hand reaches out to lean on the wall behind Harry's shoulder. Leaning over to study Harry better.

"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."

Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.

"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."

Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."

The way the other shifted unsure what to do with his arms meant he was uncomfortable. Tom was sure he'd get sympathy like most gave him. Or at least interest. In fact Harry seem uncomfortable around him and the topic.

Perhaps Tom hung out with too many morbid Slyhterin's.

But that didn't explain Harry.

"Can't you guess?"

Tom put down the book. Looking over the strange bespeckled student. Everything about Harry was odd. From his odd pairing of clothing, his mannerism to how he acted around Tom.

"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."

Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.

"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."

Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."

“That’s sweet, Draco. I like holding your hand too.” Harry smiled and squeezed his hand, then nipped playfully at his ear. “You’re being really good, baby. Thank you for letting me lead. I promise I’ll help you feel amazing. Just keep doing just what you’re doing. Let yourself feel everything.”

and then they go on a date and he realizes she might want him to kiss her and he’s just SO UNCOMFORTABLE

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The Letter

“Did I get mail?”

“I got my Hogwarts letter!!”

“Magic isn’t real, idiot.”

“I’m a what?”

“Guess where I’m going on September first!”

“Did you get yours yet?”

“Is that an owl?”

Diagon Alley

“Oh no! My owl!”

“Hey, can I borrow a knut?” / “You can borrow DEEZ KNUTS.”

“That book tried to BITE me!”

“Look at this book–Hexes for the Novice Prankster.”

“I just saw someone trying to snort Floo powder.”

“Do these robes make my butt look big?”

“The Apothecary smells like rotten milk.”

“What cauldron did you get?”

“School shopping has never been so much fun.”

“Maybe we can sneak into the Leaky Cauldron.”

“I want that broom SO bad.”

“Why would you want a cat?”

“The wand chooses the asshole, I guess.”

“Ollivander is kind of a creep.”

The Hogwarts Express

“We’re going to miss the train!”

“Can you tell me where Platform Nine and Three Quarters is?”

“This trunk is SO heavy!”

“Why are you already wearing your robes?”

“I just ate six cauldron cakes. Someone give me a medal.”

“Are we there yet?”

“You can’t sit with us.”

“Oh–damn. Sorry, I thought this compartment was empty.”

“Is it okay if I sit with you? Everywhere else is full.”

“Are you a prefect?”

“Ha ha! You got a booger-flavored jelly bean?”

“I’ll trade you my chocolate frog card!”

“I lost my toad.”

“I’m scared about the sorting…”

Life At Hogwarts

“I swear, Filch keeps trying to get me into trouble.”

“This is the fifth time I’ve seen that staircase move!”

“If Peeves wasn’t a ghost, I’d fight him.”

“Oh hey, my owl brought me a letter!”

“Do you think Shrek lives in the Forbidden Forest?”

“Let’s just pretend I didn’t blow up my cauldron.”

“Muggleborns are going to take over the world.”

“There’s something weird about that professor.”

“…do people really get detention in the Forbidden Forest?”

“Meet me in the Common room/library/Great Hall later!”

“I don’t know how I keep getting points deducted from my House.”

“Why do you still use quills? There are pens.”

“I dare you to go swimming in the lake.”

Quidditch

“GET THE SNITCH!”

“Your team sucks.”

“That should’ve been a foul!”

“Wow, look at them go.”

“Don’t fall off the broom!”

“That captain is so hot.”

“Why is Quidditch a legal sport?”

“I wish I made the team.”

“See you on the field.”

“Look out for that Bludger!”

“We’re celebrating with Butterbeer tonight.”

“I can’t believe we lost again…”

Exams

“I’ll never be able to learn this spell in time…”

“What are the twelve uses of dragon blood again?”

“Can you show me the wand movement again? Please?”

“Just let me peek at your notes for five minutes.”

“I couldn’t even do well at regular school, now I’m at wizard school…”

“Is there really no way to cheat?”

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The sun beat down hotly for so early that day. Oppressing the city and making Londeners move slower then normal. Tom sought some shade in the more cooler Diagonally. The ice cream parlor keeper liked him well enough. Doling out a cup of chocolate chip to listen to Hogwarts gossip.

It helped to sit out on the tables to do his homework. Eating his melting scope as he proof read his essay. His pale face flushed pink. Nevering been one to tan well.

He couldn't hide at Wool's with Mrs. Cole being noisy. Not that he could stand the cramp rooms and narrow halls after months at Hogwarts. Nor could he continue to live at Wools. Once he turn sixteen he was expected to become an apprentice of some sort.

"What school is this? Will you find a position?" Likely she thought he was trying for more then he was worth.

He often thought about where he go once sixteen doubting she keep him another year. If he could leave sooner. However the ministry would not like an underage loose. He'd have to come up with something.

Everything in Diagon Alley looked a little wrong too, though. Had Voldemort's return and the Ministry's efforts to ignore it caused this much change? Odder still, no one was looking at him. No one except for a black-haired boy sitting at a table, much like Harry had done for most of his summer a couple years ago. Harry picked up a discarded Daily Prophet, then his eyes went wide. That... Time travel of this extent shouldn't be possible. No clue what to do, Harry approached the one person who looked like he might be willing to talk to him.