“I can’t remember what we were doing at all, I think it was tag or something, but I was running from you and I tripped and scraped my knee up pretty bad. I still have a faint scar from it, kinda – you gotta look close but you can see the scar tissue.” He pats his knee and Y/N dips down under the table to get a look at the skin, seeing the faint white lines that have permanently made their place, “Anyway, you felt bad ‘cos you thought it was your fault and started crying too. Then when – it was a different guard, at the time, he was an older man I can’t remember his name – he brought a first aid kit over but you wouldn’t let him do it. You wanted to do it, so you took it from his hands, and you took care of my knee while you hiccuped and cried. It was adorable.”
She laughs a little, head tilted, “What’s making you think about that?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “You’re just kind of the same is all, just taller and a little more well-versed with your emotions. Your comebacks have gotten better too.” Harry scoops the eggs from his plate onto his fork, “I’m just feeling sentimental, is all. I’m glad I found my way back to you.”
Y/N is still bratty and Harry is still annoying (but they like each other a lot)
[WARNING: violence, guns, knives, blood, mentions of murder]
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