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Hagrid had left him at the front of Madam Malkin's, claiming he had something to do. In hindsight Harry didn't think it was the wisest decision. Leaving a 11 year old child who knew nothing of this world, or any world since he’s never left his relatives house, to navigate said world, new people and get himself new clothes. He doesn't even understand their currency or what kinds of clothes wizards wear. What customs do they have, does he ask a store clerk like he’s seen on the telly or do they have a whole different way of business.

Trying his best to ignore his nerves, Harry gulped and walked into the shop. A small chime alerted his entrance as moments later a small older looking woman covered in tape measures wearing deep purple robes came out from behind the store.

‘’Ohh, welcome dear! Another one for Hogwarts?’’ She kindly asked.

‘’Yes mam’’

‘’Great, just step onto that platform over beside the other young gentlemen there and i’ll get you all measured up’’

Harry nodded and did as he was told. As she started muttering and things were floating around him in which he assumed helped her to measure him, Harry let his eyes fall on the other boy.

He was the perfect image of what Harry would imagine as an elegant aristocrat. The boy's platinum blonde hair was styled back with precision, his pale pointed face calm and cool. His clothing looked like it cost a fortune too, all in all he looked good. Harry had never seen anyone dressed up as he was. Only ever seeing the rare times his aunt and uncle dressed up when they were going to a dinner party. In Harry’s opinion he didn't think they pulled off the elegant fancy look they were going for but he’d never tell them that.

The boy must have felt him being looked at and turned his head over to look at Harry.

‘’Hello, Hogwarts too I assume from what the witch said’’ the boy spoke.

‘’Yes, first year what about you?’’ Harry shyly answered. This being the first time speaking with someone his age let alone anyone besides his relatives (And Hagrid).

‘’Same as you. The name is Draco Malfoy’’

‘’I’m Harry! Nice to meet you’’ Omg that was the first time introducing myself to someone!

‘’Likewise. Do you play quidditch at all?’’

Not knowing what that was, Harry answered no.

‘’Shame, I do and I'm quite good at it if I do say so myself. Father says its a crime to not play for your house so I’ll be taking the position as seeker when I can.’’

‘’That’s good I suppose. I hope you get on the team!’’ Harry supported.

Draco glowed at the attention. ‘’My Father is at the shop getting me a broom after I bullied him into buying me one. My mom is getting my books and other supplies so where are your parents?’’

A quick wave of sadness hit Harry before shaking it off and deciding to play with the boy. ‘’ Underground’’

The pale boy tilted his head in confusion before realization dawned in his semi-wide eyes.

Harry giggled at the horror on the boy's face at his words. He looked like someone who wasn't easy to read unlike his Uncle so he wanted to see how someone like that would react. He dearly loved his parents and means no disrespect but who said he couldn't pass up opportunities like this.

‘’Im sorry im sorry’’ he wheezed out. ‘’I just wanted to see the look on your face’’

The boy's ears tinted pink as he huffed looking away. ‘’ A bit crude but apology accepted’’

‘’Thank you’’ nodding his head.

‘’Do you know if they were wizards?’’ The blonde boy asked curiously.

‘’Yea both my mom and dad were wizards but they died when I was a baby so I lived with my relatives. They’re… not a fan of magic.’’ Harry admitted.

‘’You’re muggleborn then’’ A statement

‘’I suppose I am’’ Sensing a line of sorts about to be crossed he turned to look at the boy. ‘’That won't be a problem will it?’’ Harry coldy asked.

Quirking an eyebrow the boy smirked, liking the boy already. ‘’Not at all, don't worry. I was simply curious.’’

Harry just hummed as they both fell into a somewhat comfortable silence.

It wasn't long before they were fitted and paid for their robes. As Harry paid he saw Hagrid waving at him, threw the window and pointed to something. He couldn't see from the window display blocking the view so he held up a finger telling Hagrid to wait a minute and finished up.

As that happened Draco had already happily departed the shop with new information to tell his Father. When Harry told him that his parents had died when he was a baby he knew that he had to inform his father of another half blood or muggle born up for grabs. Merlin when I put it that way it sounds like we kidnap them.

No, they just simply adopt them and teach them more about the wizarding world, helping them out in life. Of course, the purebloods come to love them as their own and take them under their wing. Regardless, Draco would be telling the news to Father to inform others looking to adopt but he liked the bright green-eyed boy named Harry. They're going to become good friends he can tell. The boy looked so scared coming onto the shop, how could Draco not find him adorable and want to snatch him up. Draco dearly hopes that his parents will consider claiming the boy as their own. A brother does sound delightful.

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Harry sat down sighing in relief at the fact that he managed to get onto the train on time. Merlin knows what he would have done if those redheads weren't there to help him out. The twins for also helping him with his trunk not seconds ago.

He gave a little jerk as the train started moving. Scotting closer to the window he peered out. He saw the tail end of parents and siblings waving before the view turned into beautiful fields. Butterflies filled his stomach with a buzzing happiness that only grew, leading Harry to give the biggest smile he could muster up. He was going to a school for magic! Magic! He still couldn't believe it's real and he’s a part of it. Dudley won't be there so he’ll be able to make lots of friends and learn so many things. He managed to read Hogwarts: A history and to say him being taken away by its contents was an understatement. Throughout the whole book, Harry was transfixed on anything and everything he came across. There were so many types of magic and he's going to be living in a giant castle! How much better could things get. Absently thinking, he hopes he gets to see Draco again and even become friends. My first friend! Harry happily cheered. Draco looks like he grew up in this world, maybe he’ll help teach me about this world.

His musings were brought to a stop when someone opened his compartment door.

Oh! It’s one of the redheads from before. Ron I think...

‘’Hey, do you mind if I sit here? All the other compartments are full’’ The red haired boy asked.

‘’No, not at all. I could use the company too’’ Harry brightly smiled pointing to the other bench.

‘’Brilliant, thanks mate’’

‘’No problem’’

The boy put his own trunk on the other side of his bench instead of up top. Most likely for the same reason why Harry couldn't do it without help. As the boy took a seat he took out a sleeping rat from his pocket and put it on his lap. Looking up the boy started to introduce himself.

‘’Nice to meet you, the name's Ron Weasley. Well it's technically Ronald but no one calls me that. Unless when mum’s really mad’’ Harry could see the small grimace the boy made at that statement. He just nodded his head in understanding.

‘’Nice to meet you too Ron, My name is Harry’’

Ron’s eyes widened. ‘’Harry as in the Harry Potter?’’

Suddenly very shy under the intense attention a Harry scratched the back of his neck out of habit.

‘’Yeah, I’m Harry Potter.’’ He replied in a small voice.

‘’Blimey’’ Ron stared at him in wonder. ‘’I can’t believe I'm sitting with Harry Potter. D-do you have the… you know…’’ he trailed off pointing to his own forehead.

Nodding Harry raised his hand and brushed back his fringe, leaving his lightning bolt scar on full display.

‘’Woah, that's so cool! It’s even in the lightning bolt shape like they say!’’

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, not liking such a reaction. Was this really going to be everyone's reaction? Don't they know how and why he got his scar and fame? It's not for a good reason at all. ‘’Not really, someone trying to kill me and killing my parents isn't cool. I’d much rather not have this scar if it meant me having my parents back’’

Ron’s face burned red in embarrassment and guilt. Ducking his head he apologized. ‘’I’m sorry mate, you’re right. I wasn't thinking past the excitement and didn't think about your feelings.’’

‘’It's okay. I can kinda understand that seeing a ‘celebrity’ for the first time is exciting’’ Harry said using air quotation marks as he said the word celebrity with an encouraging smile.

The boy didn't look so guilty anymore which Harry was glad about.

‘’I saw that you had quite a bit of siblings. How many do you have and have they all gone to Hogwarts?.’’ Harry questioned, his eyes full of wonder and curiosity to learn about this world and his potential friend’s family.

The mood in the compartment lifted to a carefree and fun atmosphere as both boys happily bonded. Ron explained his family, answering any of Harry's questions about magic or his family and asking his own questions.

It was a few hours on the train already and Harry thinks it's safe to say that he gained his first new friend. His heart swelled at the mere thought of it. Ron was very nice, very loud and rambunctious with no filter too but very fun to be around. After the trolley had come around with Harry buying half the things on it, Ron and him shared the candy together. They laughed at any funny stories each other told, shared some of their interest even though they come from two different communities. Yet they seem to have similar tastes which greatly pleased them.

A sense of déjà vu washed over Harry when he heard a knock at the door before it slid open. Both boys looked up to see who it was only for Harry to perk up at the familiar platinum blond hair.

‘’Draco!’’ Harry beamed with a big smile.

Draco was a little startled to hear his first name be called by anyone but his parents, the Darklord and uncle sev. Ignoring the Weasley for the time being he looked over to see the other person in the compartment. When his eyes met familiar avada green ones he momentarily flinched back, not expecting to see the boy he met at Mme, Malkins. He overheard that Harry Potter was in this compartment so as soon as he saw Harry he put the pieces together.

Oh Merlin, Harry Potter is the boy I met at the robe shop! How could I have not noticed! I need to send a letter to father as soon as possible and talk to uncle Sev.

Since that day he met Harry, his family had discussed adopting Harry as part of their own after Draco had persistently whined about it. He knew that his parents were secretly overjoyed at the possibility of another child. Which is why he went looking for Harry in order to start sending tickling hexes as a claim. What they did not take into account was said boy to be the Harry Potter. It was common knowledge amongst the Purebloods that the Dark lord and his Partner Severus had their eyes on him for themselves.

He deflated a bit at the new revelation. There goes being a brother. He internally huffed but it quickly turned into determination. Regardless, we can still be friends! Plus, he’ll be my god cousin so still apart of the family in some way.

‘’Hello Potter’’ Draco pulled himself back together.

Harry tilted his head in confusion. ‘’Why did you call me Potter?’’

Understanding what was going on Draco started to explain with a hint of fondness in his voice. ‘’Well in the Wizarding world it is custom to call someone by their last name in respect. Unless you are a friend, family member or until someone specifically tells you that you may call them by their first name or nickname, you shall use their Family name.’’

Harry soaked everything Dra- Malfoy had said. It made perfect sense and it showed on his face.

‘’My apologies then Malfoy, I didn’t know’’

‘’No worries, there's no way you could have known unless you grew up here. Now let me introduce you to Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, my bodyguards'’ He pointed to each of them during their introduction.

‘’Nice to meet you, I’m Harry Potter’’ Harry decided to use his last name since every wizard he’s met so far used both their first and Family name. Harry looked at Ron expectedly, waiting for some kind of introduction but paused at the frown upon his red haired friend's face. ‘’Come on Ron, be polite and introduce yourself’’ he whispered.

Since Ron wasn't about to speak up Draco decided to play nice. Chin in the air he cooly said ‘’ Hello, Weasly, it seems like we’ll have to start being civil towards each other if we're going to be tag team friends with Potter. Please do keep that mouth of yours to yourself around me’’

‘’Like hell you will! Stay away from Harry you git and leave us alone.’’ Ron angrily snapped.

‘’Ron!’’ He looked horrified

‘’No no it's fine Potter-’’

‘’Harry, you can call me Harry’’ He interrupted, glancing in between Ron and Malfoy.

Pleased, he nodded. ‘’Harry then. No matter, we shall still be friends regardless of what the Weasley thinks. You are your own person after all. You're allowed to make your own friends and hang out with whoever you please’’ He threw a sneer towards Ron at his last words.

Draco backed up out of the compartment and into the aisle. Before he closed the door he looked over at Harry again and smirked. Getting his wand out he quickly pointed it at him and spoke his parting words. ‘’ It was nice seeing you again Harry. You may call me Draco from now on as friends. Titillando’’ A spell shot out of his wand before the blonde boy closed the door and left.

Still not used to wands or really seeing one in action he had no clue what to expect when he saw Draco point his wand at him. He knew that Draco's last words were a spell and his thoughts were confirmed when he saw a light out of the wand and hit him.

He absently heard Ron shout something as he felt his nerves get all tingly. It was a really weird feeling and before he could concentrate on what Ron had said he started feeling as if someone was relentlessly tickling him. His hips, his neck, his armpits, legs. A string of laughs freely fell out of his mouth as he succumbed to the feeling.

It was such a foreign feeling to him, the only reason he knew what it was was because he saw his aunt doing something similar to Dudley as a kid. He assumes this is what the outcome was and why Dudley never seemed to like it. However, the gesture always seemed so intimate. Something to make you smile when a friend or loved one was feeling down. It made him smile even more than he already was through his laughs.

Harry squirmed around, giggling like a maniac as tears welled up in his eyes at the constant strain. It wasn't a completely overpowering feeling (Since Draco was still only 11 years old so his magical capabilities were still low) but it was still very distracting. The spell lasted a total of ten seconds but it felt like ages to Harry. Panting, Harry calmed down and slumped back with a huff.

‘’Harry!’’

Opening his eyes, since when did he close his eyes? He looked at Ron’s panicked face.

‘’What did he do? Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere. It didn't look bad…’’ Ron trailed off worriedly.

Chuckling Harry quelled his worries. ‘’Im fine Ron see!! No pain or anything. He just tickled me I swear!’’ Happy that his friend was worried about him.

‘’If you say so mate’’ Leaving it alone even though he’s still confused. ‘’ I didn't know you kne- were friends with Malfoy’’

‘’Yeah, we met at this robe shop at Diagon alley during the summer. We were both getting fitted. He seemed nice.’’

‘’Nice…’’ Ron said it as if it physically pained him to say while discussing anything Malfoy related.

‘’What was that between you guys anyways. You were so rude! He was trying to be nice regardless of whatever was going on for my sake.’’

‘’He’s a Malfoy! They don't do nice, not as slimy deatheaters’’ Ron tried defending.

Harry ignored the blatant prejudice, knowing how it was to be perceived differently due to others or what's on the surface. ‘’So? That doesn't explain to me why you seem to dislike them when others seem fine with their presence'’

‘’Both our families have a blood feud from centuries ago. Now that wouldn't be so bad since it's so many years ago but they are Slytherins! They follow you-know-who! Plus M.Malfoy is a pompous git and gives my dad a hard time at the ministry. The whole family is so full of themselves’’

Raised eyebrows and crossed arms Harry stares Ron down. ‘’Do you have proof that they are death eaters? Even so Draco is no death eater so don't be going assuming things. I saw no mark on him when we were being fitted. People can change to Ron, don't judge someone just because they're family too.’’

Ron went to interrupt but he continued. ‘’Plus so what if they are Slytherin? That doesn't automatically make you a voldemort follower’’ He ignored Rons flinch. ‘’Slytherin just means you have Ambition, cunningness,and resourcefulness. Those are normal personality qualities that anyone can have. In no way are those evil! Voldemort is an evil wizard so does that mean every wizard is bad simply because they're all wizards too? Of course not, It's the person that is bad or good. Im sure you have big dreams, a big future you want to have. That makes you partially ambitious so are you evil?’’

‘’N-no’’

‘’Exactly!’’ Harry patted Ron on the shoulder. ‘’ I get it, you guys have history but he tried so you can try too. Please, I don't want to have to pick’’

Ron looked conflicted and thoroughly scolded but nodded his head anyways. His friend had a point. ‘’ Fine you win, I’ll try and not hex him on sight okay?’’ Sheepishly smiling.

Harry sent a bright smile back. ‘’ Thank you, thank you! Now teach me some more wizard customs so I don't accidentally declare war on someone’’

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Severus Snape was in a foul mood and it was only the first day. He has no clue why he hasn't just given in his letter of resignation yet. How students seem to be able to fuck up the simplest potion that consists of a total of 14 steps and 6 ingredients he’ll never know. He does know that if it was legal he would have hexed the lot of em already.

Currently walking to the last class of the day, he internally grumbled about a class with 1st year Gryffindor and Slytherins. In theory, there should be no ill intentions towards each other or any rivalry this early on but he’s long cursed his luck. Although the small flicker of light on Snape’s dark mood was that Harry Potter should be in this class.

He only managed to catch a few glances during the feast when he could, for it would be too suspicious on his part for more. Tom and him had discussed what they should do with the boy regarding his home life. Unfortunately, the night of the Potter's death happened before they had managed to restore their Lord that concluding year. They spoke about who they assumed would be next in line for guardianship but the entire ‘supposed’ list they had were out of service. Save for a single name, Severus himself. Severus thanked any gods he could that despite being such a horrible person to such kind hearted girl like Lily, she still gave him a chance. Make no mistake Snape still loathes James Potter but for Lilly he’d take care of her son as his own in her stead. The Dark Lord agreed to adopt Harry Potter with Severus despite their new relationship. However, they couldn't find where the boy had gone too and Dumbledoor made it top secret. Therefore they had halted any progression or conversations concerning it but now with Harry back in the Limelight it will have to get butted back up. Unable to leave Hogwarts while school is in session, Snape figures he’ll have to make due with sending letters to contact Tom instead.

Bursting through the dungeon doors with robes bellowing, he began his yearly speech in a bored but tight drawl. Reaching the front of the classroom he turned around and surveyed the class as he continued on. His godson Draco was to his right on the Slytherin side and as his eyes continued to roam on he locked onto Harry Potter. Before Harry could catch his eye Snape turned away and wrote on the board before ordering students to open their books.

The first half of the lesson was theoretical and practical for said things such as the differences between cutting, dicing, powdering, how to hold the knives, and so on.

Snape had been walking around and observing the students when he saw someone subtly struggling. Moving over to the Gryffindor side but still staying back he observed the student in question. Harry potter was struggling to properly hold the knife in his hand. Ignoring the shakiness most first years have, he would have made his way to instruct the boy the proper way but he caught sight of Harry’s hands. They were red and looked a little swollen. His fingers seemed to have some blisters and small scabs that the knife rubbed at if he held it the correct way. Not wanting to make a scene Snape filled it into the back of his mind but simply figured he accidentally hurt himself or perhaps the boy gardened. Surely he’ll go to M. Pomfrey later but it did annoy Snape that the boy hadn't gone before his class.

During the second half was the potion-making part. As usual, the first year's beginning potion was the Draught of living death. For the first day it will be individual work which he announced to the class as he wrote down the instructions on the board. Letting them go get their ingredients to start Snape eyed every student's movement. It wouldn't be the first time someone spills or drops something or Merlin forbids starting a fight in front of breakable stuff. Idiot children.

When Snape saw Draco who was walking out with the ingredients Draco mouthed the words ‘need to talk.’ He gave a curt nod indicating to meet him after class. Looking back into the storage cupboard a few students remained, one of them being Harry. Snape watched as Harry grabbed the Valerian sprigs then reached up to grab the flobberworms only to wince but a split second later it was gone. Harry adjusted the ingredients in a way to not irritate anything before walking back out unaware of Snape lingering gaze on him.

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A sigh of relief left his lips as Snape sat down at his desk. His last class just ended and he was ready for bed or better yet go cuddle with Tom. Yet he had to hold back until a death eater meeting was called so he had a liable excuse to leave the castle.

A knock sounded at the door and he wanted nothing more than to snap at the person to go away but this was Draco.

‘’Come in’’ he called out looking up.

Draco did as he was told and took a seat at a desk in front of the Potion master's own.

‘’ What was it that you needed to talk to me about on the first day here?’’ Snape asked as he crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back staring intently at his godson.

‘’We have an issue’’ Snape just raised an eyebrow.

Draco huffed. ‘’Okay not quite an issue but a slight miscalculation about the boy Father and Mother planned on adoption’’

‘’How so?’’

‘’It turns out that the boy Harry I met at M.Malkins was Harry Potter. I found out on the train when I went searching for Pot-Harry but found the same boy’’ He admitted.

Snape simply hummed at the information. Draco was correct in naming it a miscalculation but it just means that Lucius and Narcissa would have to pick someone else to adpot if they so desire to do so.

‘’So it’s Harry not Potter I see’’ Snape mused as Draco looked almost proud of himself at already befriending Harry.

‘’It mutual. After meeting on the train I explained how we use last names unless told otherwise after he called me Draco. Before leaving he told me to call him Harry so I returned the sentiment.’’

‘’Indeed then. However, it does seem that there's a small issue’’ Snape trailed off in thought.

‘’How so?’’

‘’You claim that Potter said he lived with his relatives, ones that were not fond of magic. It was also mentioned that he was a muggle born meaning Harry did not know of the wizarding world until his Hogwarts letter.’’ Who Would the boy have gone with then? Neither of them would have guessed that Harry Potter would be raised in the muggle world, for Merlin's sake he’s a wizard with both magical parents! One muggle parents would have made more sense but not this. He scowled at the idea that Lily's son denied information about his own family and self. Surely it can't be family from Lily’s side, there's no one left. Her parents died while she was at Hogwarts but tha- Her sister, Petunia! That vile woman is still alive?

That wasn't good news at all.

Not allowing anything to show his face he nodded in thanks. ‘’Thank you for informing me of such information Draco. I will make sure Tom is aware of the situation. We shall discuss it soon, you may take your leave’’ Dismissing Draco as quickly as he could was the best option in order for him to think more deeply on the subject.

‘’Of course, Goodnight Uncle Sev. If you need me to do anything let me know’’ Seeing the dismissal Draco turned around and left.

Before the door even closed behind Draco, Snape was already on his feet walking to his personal chambers. He had a lover to talk to and healing potions to make for their innuendo-son.

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It was the middle of the week so Harry had Transfiguration next. Two months into his first school year here and he still gets so insanely lost sometimes. Who knows how long its been but hes been wandering around, turning corners for what feels like hours. He mentally pats himself on the back for thinking in advance to leave extremely early.

Just as Harry turned a corner he felt the tail end of a spell hit his leg. His leg grew fuzzy, tingling as if it was asleep for so long. That feeling rose up from his leg and spread to the rest of his body in a split second before he felt his nerves act up. Light invisible touches brushed against his most ticklish spots making him let out a gasp of air before laughs bubbled up in his throat. His laugh echoing throughout the empty halls. Gasping in between laughs Harry struggled to bring himself to turn around and catch the perpetrator only to find the corridor void of life.

His bag now hung in the crease of his elbow, no longer on his shoulder as he squirmed around trying to avoid non-existent hands. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he held his torso, steadily losing strength in his feet all while laughing. Just before his knees gave out everything stopped. Taking in a sharp, very needed breath he began to even out his breathing.

For the next few moments, Harry calms down from his laughing fit. He fixes his bag and runs his hand through a bird's nest he calls hair.

Merlin that wore me out He huffed out. Suspicious, he took another glance around before hurrying along his way.

Another one? But how, no one was around? Is it the same person or is it multiple? Ugh these surprise hexes are starting to get annoying sometimes.

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The next time it happened was right after lunch the following week. He was a few feet out of the great hall when he felt the spell hit followed by its effects. Harry slapped a hand over his mouth in time before his laugh bubbled out of his throat and caused a commotion.

Both Ron and Hermione who were accompanying him saw him start to struggle around, eyes lining with unshed tears. As usual, Ron started causing an even bigger scene and tried demanding who did it, not caring about anything but defending his friend. Hermione just patted Harry on his shoulder in sympathy which led to Harry laughing even more at such different reactions. Hermione was always the more composed one of the three so it's to be expected. Students passed by as Harry tried moving over so he was no longer in the way of the doorway.

Seconds later the spell wears off and Harry almost slumps down in relief. Gathering his breathing he straightens back up and lets out a small huff of amusement.

‘’Ron calm down, will you? I’m fine’’ Harry put a hand on the red heads shoulder to get his attention.

Ron did quiet down much to the 2 thirds of the trio relief but still seemed mad if his red face and angry muttering was anything to go by.

‘’But mate! This isn't the first time and it keeps happening. It's clear that it's bothering you, it's bullying’’ he ranted.

Harry actually smiled much to Ron's confusion. ‘’It's not that bad, yea sure sometimes it can be annoying or even embarrassing but not most of the time. Plus I think it's kinda fun, gets you smiling and laughing. And suffocating’’ He whispered that last part.

Luna who was passing by let out an airy laugh and Hermione a snort both hearing what Harry had said.

‘’Whatever you say mate’’ he let up.

‘’Great now let's go before we’re late!’’ Hermione chided, dragging them off.

Draco who had secretly cast the spell sat back and watched on amused. Happy that the savior truly enjoyed it for if he didn't then Draco would immediately stop since it wasn't anyone's intention to cause harm.

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First year passed by faster than a Nimbus 2000 for Harry with all the school work, time spent with his friends and trying to find the perpetrator to the tickling hexes. He got hexed like every other week at random times. Neither Hermione or even the twins can't figure out who it is and that's saying something. Harry still bets 5 galleons that it's a Slytherin, someone needs a hell of a lot of cunning to stump the twins at their own game.

Now mid November in second year, it was without surprise that nothing has changed. Except for the fact that a few weeks ago, Draco had pulled him aside after potions to invite him to spend yule at the Manor this year. Harry considered it a bit odd to invite him since they didn't hang out like usual friends or saw each other much. Not wanting to intrude on a holiday meant for family Harry felt bad but for the rest of that week Draco had managed to convince Harry that they wanted him to be there and that he wasn't a bother. Draco had also informed him that it was a holiday for loved ones, not just family hence why Draco wanted him there as one of his friends. It was a weird feeling being wanted but it made his insides warm in a way that he loved. When Harry finally caved and agreed Draco looked like it was already Christmas morning. To anyone else Draco would have looked smug but spending enough time with Draco Harry could easily read through his mask.

Bright white snow covered the entirety of Hogwarts, not one crook and cranny missed with all the winds from the open fields. Students were bundled up in their scarfs under multiple layers, rubbing their hands together for any semblance of heat. Some smarter students like Hermione used warming charms or even carried lanterns filled with fire.

Harry was on his way back from visiting Hagrid. The gentle Giant wanted to show Harry some of his new pets along with their usual tea time visits.

What was not usual was a snowball to the back of his head with enough force to knock his head forward preceded by a Titillando. With great restraint, Harry holds off his laughter and the urge to squirm away from those invisible hands in order to whip around and catch who did it. In the distance, he caught the tail end of a green trimmed robe and black shoes running behind a pillar back into school.

Cheering in victory, Harry lets go and falls to his knees into the cold snow.

‘’AHahA- yAhesS! I k-knEHHw it!! ’’ He knew it was a Slytherin, those sneaking snakes. Oh, how he can't wait to collect his pay and brag about being right to Hermione of all people.

Trying to reach for his wand he managed to gain some strength back into his legs to stand up before he got his wand out of the holster. Biting his tongue he managed to quickly say the counter curse. Relieved that's over with, he wobbles a few steps forwards before getting his balance back and rushes after the Slytherin. Thank Merlin for my stamina.

Skidding around the corners he tries to see where the small droplets of water left behind lead to but it's nearly impossible. At one point they completely stop but he continues down the hall and turns at the corner. Down the courtyard corridor he’s running through, up ahead he half pays attention to Draco and his group of Slytherins bickering as Draco is sitting on his ledge reading as usual.

It happened as if it was in slow motion. As he passes the group who pays no mind to him he takes a quick glance at Draco. He first takes in the blonde boy's posture, one that Harry came to notice was one he took up when he was physically tired. Usually using it after quidditch practices during meals. The rest of him looks as Malfoyish as ever without a hair out of place but the one thing that gave him away was his fingers. Draco was paler than Snow white so his skin was naturally more prone to sensitivity. So seeing the tips of his fingers a light pink in stark contrast to his usual paleness indicates he recently used them. And since it's snowing, it's common sense that it's due to the cold. Yet it's only affecting a single hand so Draco must have touched something cold. Like a snowball.

Ohh that little- His eyes sparkled with amusement God How stupid was I?! Jesus Harry he literally did this on the train why didn't you think it was him the whole time?

Pulling himself to a stop a little ways past the group he turns around. Seeing they weren't looking his way he grins mischievously, quickly accioing some snow into his hands and turning it into a snowball. He aims it at Draco. The angle is a little odd but as long as Harry can hit him he’ll be happy.

Perfect. He throws it.

It's a direct hit to the side of Malfoy's face.

Harry can practically hear everyone's hearts stop. It went silent real fast as each Slytherin stood frozen, looking wide-eyed at Draco then slowly to him.

You’d think Harry was hit with a Rictusempra with how much of a laughing fit he’s in. His hand is slapped over his mouth but doing a terrible job at muffling the sound, eyes never leaving Draco's face wanting to imprint his reaction into his mind forever.

You can just see the seething rage rolling off of Draco in waves as soon as he was hit. Slowly, he closes his book and places it on the ledge before whipping his face off with the hem of his sleeves.

Oh I know that laugh from anywhere.

One deep breath is all it takes for Draco to snap.

‘’SCARHEAD!!!’’ He shouts in semi-faux anger, face twisted in a nasty snarl but Harry can see the mirth shining in his eyes.

Quick as a snake Draco is on his feet and running towards him.

Shit- Harry bolts down the hallway, his smile never faltering.

Thankfully it was Hogsmade weekend so there were barely any students around because both boys would have body slammed into someone if not.

Looking behind him, Harry had to give it to Draco, he was certainly keeping up his pace. Harry stuck his tongue out and turned back.

‘’Harry what in Merlin's name was that for?!’’ Draco yells over to Harry as they turn another corner.

‘’Oh don't give me that innocent act Malfoy!’’

Harry heard Draco give a laugh and mocked ‘’So you finally figured it out huh M. Saviour!’’

‘’Fortunately!’’ Harry could hear Draco getting closer so he takes a left to a set of doors leading outside again.

‘’Shame, I loved watching you try so hard to find out who it was, only to fail each time. Really strokes the ego!’’ Smugness utterly dripped from his tone making Harry rolls his eyes. They’re both outside running through the snow panting but full of adrenaline.

‘’Don't you roll your eyes at me Potter! It's very unbecoming!’’

Harry lifts his hand and flips Draco off.

‘’Locomotor Wibbly!’’

Yelping, Harry barely manages to side step the curse however he is unable to avoid it again after Draco casts it a second time.

The effect was immediate and Harry's legs felt like jello sending him sprawled into the snow.

‘’Cold cold!!’’ Harry squeaked, trying to lift himself up away from the snow as much as he could.

He managed to roll onto his back before he saw Draco pear over him with a Malfoy worthy smirk. ‘’Really now, the floor is no place to be. Do have more decorum than that Harry’’

‘’Decorum who? I'm a Potter, we don't know her’’

‘’That wouldn't be the only thing,’’ Draco muttered.

‘’You still love me though’’ Harry cheeked.

‘’Debatable’’

‘’Really? Why so obsessed with me then Malfoy?’’

Draco just stared down at Harry like he lost his mind. ‘’Me obsessed with you? Hardly, you aren't worth any of my time, even Goyle is above you in that regard’’

Harry snorted at that blatant lie ‘’Says the one who seeks me out every week to spell a hex at me’’

‘’Yet you’re hit every time without fail. And you say you're good at defense’’ Draco sniggered in amusement.

‘’I am! If we were to duel right now I bet I'd win. It’s not my fault you don't play fair and square.’’

Merlin, he’s pouting like a kid. Draco thought.

‘’Yes yes but life is never fair is it? I doubt your opponent is going to play fair either when they are life is on the line.’’

Harry actually looked like he was thinking about it for the first time leaving Draco staring at him, eyebrows drawn in incredulity.

‘’...’’Harry mumbled something, looking away embarrassed.

Draco mockingly put a hand to his ear and turned his head towards Harry.

‘’I’m sorry I didn't hear you. Can you repeat that?’’

Harry just scowled up at him but Draco held his gaze and smirked, getting an ample amount of amusement out of this.

‘’You’re right!’’ Harry exclaimed.

‘’There we go, now that wasn't too hard, now was it’’ Putting his hands back to his side.

Again Harry just rolled his eyes. ‘’Merlin I can't wait to see the day your head will inflate like a balloon with the amount of ego you possess’’

‘’Say that again Potter and I will hex you every day instead of every week’’

‘’Fine, fine! Just saying… Now help me up will you’’ Reaching out his hand in expectancy.

‘’Harry’’ Draco sounded so exasperated with him as he pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘’You’re a wizard, do the counter curse’’

‘’Gee what a friend you are, leaving me helpless and denying my calls of help’’ Harry grumbled but still made a move to take out his wand.

‘’You still love me though’’ Draco mimicked with a genuine smile.

‘’Sadly’’ Harry pointed his wand to his legs and muttered the counter curse. Shaking his legs, he tested their working ability. He was pleased to find that they seemed back to normal. Pocketing his wand again he looked up and called again to the blond aristocrat beside him.

‘’There I did the counter curse. Now help me up you git’’

Draco let out a sign but grabbed Potter’s hand nonetheless. As soon as he had a good grip he was about to pull but to his shock, he felt Harry pull.

Harry snagged his other hand around Draco’s wrist for more stability as he pulled Draco into the snow beside him. Just as Harry did Draco went face first into the thick fluffy snow, softening his land. Draco let out an undignified shriek as he planted into the snow internally voicing exactly what Harry had before.

Laughing his ass off Harry watched as Draco bolted up and whipped all the snow from his face and neck off in a haste.

Draco whipped his head around and scowled at Harry to cover up his embarrassment ‘’What the hell!’’

‘’Oh common you did it to me! Think of it as payback for the past 2 years if that helps you sleep at night. Why you do it I have no clue but I doubt you’d answer me anyways.’’

Draco didn't say anything but he did grab a handful of snow and threw it at the raven haired boy in retaliation. The tables had turned for it was now Draco's turn to laugh as Harry sputtered, whipping the snow off his face, face tinted red and shivering.

Taking pity (As if he wasn't the one to cause the issue in the first place as any Malfoy should) Draco grabbed his wand and cast a warming charm on them both. He heard as Harry let out a grateful sigh at the warmth.

‘’Now we’re even’’ Draco stated in a voice as if there's no room to argue because of course he’s right. Harry just grinned and agreed with his friend knowing how he was.

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Harry let out a groan as he flopped face first down onto his bed. It was his first day back in third year and he was beyond exhausted. Not only was the summer a brutal one but Ron and Hermione insisted that he spent every second with them. The moment he saw an opening to make an excuse and escape he did just that, immediately going into the Gryffindor dorms. They even scolded him for going to visit Draco for a while during the train ride which he did not find fair at all but he does suppose not sending a letter all summer would annoy them. It's not like he chose to not send a letter, he physically couldn't but he’d never tell them that.

Rolling over Harry rubbed his face and let out a sigh. Thank god it's Saturday, I can sleep in tomorrow. Sitting up he let out a small hiss of pain. As usual, his relatives aren't fond of him at all. On the train Draco unknowingly aggravated his wound when he sent another tickling hex upon seeing him.

As per routine he looks over to his bedside dresser and there's some type of healing and pain relief potion (Merlin knows what kind or if it even was one, he’s no potion master. He’s absolutely garbage at potions) and some bruise salve. A small smile forms on his face at the sight of someone caring for him. He was skeptical the first year when he suddenly saw healing potions specifically for him, a bit weirded out as well because it meant whoever was sending them knew that he didn't have the best of summers. For whatever reason, they came up with but he has a sinking suspicion they had at least an inkling. But now it was one of the small comforts he looks forward to.

Reaching out the brunette picks up the potion, uncorked it and proceeds to immediately down it. He scrunched his face up at the taste but it's not as bad as the first year. Almost instantaneously he can feel the dull throb of his injuries disappear, his body bleeding out any tension it previously had. Already feeling a thousand times better Harry let out a pleased hum before grabbing the slave and applying it where it’s needed.

Once finished, he hides the container in one of the dresser’s drawers and moves to get changed into some pajamas. Settling back into bed and grabbing the note that came with the potions, he closed his bed hangings and got under the blankets on his back. With great care, Harry unfolded the note as he brought it up to his face and read it.

I hope that the usual amount shall suffice and if not then I apologize. You will have to make due until they heal on their own. Do try and not to cause any havoc so early in the year. By that I mean keep your nose out of others businesses for the love of merlin. Help the both of us have some semblance of a tame year. Take care and do not fret about next year's summer or any after that. You’ll finally be rid of those animals and have a true home with people who love you.

Harry let out a snort as he began to read, he doubts he'll be able to avoid any trouble this year. With his Potter luck and the twins as close friends there's no such thing as a peaceful year. As he finished the rest of the note a mix of emotions gripped at his heart. Not to worry? How could he not! Reading the last sentence his heart fluttered with hope as he gripped the page. He could leave? Truly, finally leave that place once and for all? Tears welled up in his eyes at the pure joy he felt at even the thought of it. Fuck the blood wards he spat. That promise held so much truth and determination that he fully believed those words. The tipping part that had the tears spilling and him letting out choked sobs was the promise of a family, one filled with love and care with himself in it. One of his hands gripped the note to his chest while the other was covering his mouth in effort to muffle his sobs.

Every rational part of his mind screamed at him that it was too good to be true, the headmaster wouldn't allow it. After all these years he couldn't escape so who's to say he could now? However, he’s always been an emotional person, wore his heart on his sleeve as people said, so he indulged in his emotions instead. In the hope that that one small promise a mysterious person made would come true like a wish upon a star. Ironic considering Harry had been wishing for the exact same thing since he was small. He was granted half of his wish upon coming to Hogwarts and meeting his friends. Ron, Hermione, The twins, Nevil, Luna, even Draco in his own way. People who cared for him just as much as he cared for them, people he could be himself around and explore life with, making so many unforgettable memories every passing day. People who didn't judge him for anything and even helped him.

Merlin, he was so happy! His impatience enhanced the buzzing excitement of the summer to come. I’ll definitely be on a buzz for the next week Harry though with a big smile on his face, eyes shining with glee. Suddenly remembering about the note he let out a small yelp, noting that he was squishing it. Shit!

He let the note drop to the bed before he brought his sleeves up past his fingers and wiped his face of any stray tears. One last hiccup and sniffle was let out as he gently retook the note and tried smoothing it back out. Unfortunately, it's still paper and a bed isn't the hardest surface so his success was mediocre. Normally Harry wouldn't care about the state of notes since they are worthless. But these notes were precious, something his soul can't seem to let out of his reach. These notes he keeps, every year he made sure to keep them in pristine condition hidden away in his trunk. Every note was written in the same spider web like writing. Not a single drop of ink out of line no matter how close you look. Writing that looked so familiar that it itched at the back of Harry’s mind every once in a while. So unlike his own writing. A spark of curiosity grew into a burning desire to know who it was aware of his summers and cared enough to help him. Therefore Harry took it upon himself to ask as many as his classmates and dorm mates for their notes to see if he could find the same unique scrawl. In the end it was a complete failure.

That itch of curiosity was back again as he started the note down. Positioning his hand on his chin he went into deep thinking.

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Letting out groaned out ‘’god dammit’’ under his breath Harry flopped back. Rustling his hair in frustration he decided to give up. Who knew how hard it was to remember someone else's handwriting. He even took too much time peeking at others' homework when he passed by them in the library but still nothing. How many more students does he have to go through?

Unless… it's not a student!

His eyes widened in understanding and tentatively sat back up. That would explain why the potion was actually edible, if anything perfect (Again he’s hopeless at potions) as well as how they got into the dorm rooms. Scrambling to reach out of his bed hangings, he mentally cheered in victory when he felt his bag at the end of the bed where he had left it. Yanking it into his bed and re-spelling his bed hangings closed again. His thoughts were going a mile a minute, reviewing all of his teacher's handwritings as he shuffled through his bag for his homework.

Herbology where are you.. Ahh nope not Mme. Sprout…. Mmhhh not M. Flitwick either his handwriting his way to spirally. Definitely not McGonagall. Where are my DADA notes? Fuckkkk! Oh god where is it please tell m- Oh thank Merlin. Nope, not Remus either. Potions and Divination left but Mme. Trelawney doesn’t actually physically mark our work does she? I guess there is the odd time she writes so could that be why I can't remember the owner of whom the calligraphy belongs too? He pondered. I cant see someone as barmy as her having such gorgeous handwriting though. AH HA! Here’s my potions wor-

Harry stopped in his tracks. Perfect spiderwebbed writing was staring back at him, almost as if mocking him at the fact that he just recognised handwriting he sees every other day for the past three years of his life. The exact replica of what's on the note.

What the actual fuck…

Snape?!? It’s been Professor Snape all this time? He sat bewildered. Out of every professor to supply him with healing potions it was the cold, snarky, renowned dungeon bat? He shakes his head and drops his homework. No, NO! It couldn't be him, can it? Sure it’s not like Snape actually hated him anymore than the other students or did anything that would seem like he’s out for him but still. He doesn't seem like the type of person to… be nice. Especially not to Gryffindors. I guess that explains the lack of signature. He figured. Those thoughts aside, to some degree this meant that the potions master cared for him. Right? His spirit was jumping for joy, the longing he had buried deep down within his heart was being fed at the show of care from an adult figure. An act so much like a parent's when their own child got hurt… But he’s a teacher and it's a teacher's job to care for its students nothing more. At least at Hogwarts the teachers abided by those morals.

As Harry calmed down from the revelation he packed all of his stuff back into his bag and set it at the edge of the bed. Too exhausted and mentally drained to use magic and reopen the bed hangings. Burrowing under his blankets Harry snuggled close to the warmth the blankets provided and started to drift off. Even though it wasn't the best day for him Harry felt a lot more at peace then before. He put himself at ease thinking that even though Snape was a teacher, teachers caring for you was still someone caring no matter if it were out of duty or not. Meaning he was cared for by another person, he was being looked out for. Such revelation brought forth a warm feeling so unlike before. One that came with such a different impact. It gently opened back up a whole other part of his soul that he believed he’d never feel again after that night his parents died… The one thought that made him feel such things lulled him into a peaceful sleep.

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It wasn’t until everybody had come back to the castle from yule that Harry took a closer look at his classmates. Small details he noticed before just went past his head thinking nothing of it but now he’s catching those details instead of letting them fly over him.

As someone who never had anything more than a couple of belongings, most of which are hand-me-down he knew that others struggled like he did. Maybe not as bad as him but the little signs that people never considered to pay attention to were there. Some students wore the exact same school uniforms as they did last year and the year before that. Now that wouldn't be anything to worry about but when the student was obviously a bit too big in said uniform and needed to constantly shift around fixing the uniform then it was a worry. Harry was pretty optimistic so he just figured (and hoped) that the family just didn't have the extra money which they understood. The Lack of knowledge was however not a little problem. Muggleborns and halfbloods like him were clearly struggling to adapt to the wizarding world. 11 years in the muggle world was too much for a child to be forced to do a complete 180 cultural switch that fast. As human nature people wanted to be perceived as good, as normal, not an outcast so he and many others constantly stressed anxiously over their actions and words hoping that they did not insult anyone or would be deemed as failures in the magical world. Most even went as far as thinking the purebloods and older witches and wizards would belittle them but who could blame them? That's a normal reaction to expect but much to their relief their beliefs seemed to be just that, beliefs.

Therefore when Harry noticed that the previous students that seemed to have money or family struggles looking completely different and wearing clothes that fit made him feel mixed emotions. No doubt he was happy that they managed to get what they needed and what seemed to be more. They even looked much happier but he was also perplexed about a few things. Not only did they seem to have a steady growing collection of artifacts but they seemed to have gained knowledge. Ways to interact with the wizarding worlds, what's considered the norm, what's perceived as rude or socially acceptable. They seemed much more at ease with themselves. Now not having to worry about messing up in a new world. Due to this it showed in their school work too, they didn't struggle as much with their wand or even some spells. Things that only come with living in the magical world since birth. Something only purebloods know of not muggleborns and half-bloods. Harry was almost about to chalk it up as they read over the summer and their family came into some money but for a good chunk of them to have similar auspiciousness all at once? There was no way.

Of course Harry made sure to compliment his classmates and how much better they looked and even acted. They didn't seem as stressed or even self-conscious about their actions. They sincerely thanked him for it, overjoyed that someone cared enough to notice such positive changes in their life. When asked about it, they simply said that they gained a new family and helped them in so many ways which they were grateful for. The conclusion he came up with was that the purebloods have seemed to start taking in some students. As adoption or just a mentor like program he doesn't know. Harry was just happy to see such a welcoming community.

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Harry shot awake when he felt the strong urge to laugh clawing at his chest, reaching up into his throat begging to be let out. Harry clamped down on his lip and subtly tried covering his mouth with his hand as he leaned his chin in the palm of his hand. His breathing picked up and he tried so hard not to let the laugh come out.

They were in Professor Binns' class, a class that was the total definition of silence if you did not factor in the ghost rambling on about goblin wars in the most boring monotone voice. Making any noise at a time like this would be like bees to honey.

Looking over to the Slytherin side, as expected he sees Blaise there, wand out under the table and smirk on his face before Blaise sharply turned his focus back to the front of the class.

Not in class! Fuck man… He internally groaned. It’s rare that Draco and his posay targeted him during class and for good reason.

The urge became too much as a small giggle escaped past his lips, but he tried playing it off as a cough. Professor Binns did not stop talking but he did glance at Harry before looking back at the board. Harry ducked his head as he felt his cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

Thankfully Blaise had decided that Harry had enough torture and let up the Rictusempra.

Buggers are going to get me in trouble one day.

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‘’What the…’’ Harry looked over to see Hermione staring intently at the daily prophet, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Swallowing his food Harry leaned over to take a look at the paper.

‘’What’s up?’’ He inquired.

Hermione moved the paper over to Harry, holding up her end while Harry took hold of his. Both gryffindors peered down and continued reading together.

Was the latest death eater attack really death eaters? The wizarding world is at loss with recent attacks!

Not three days ago was there another attack conducted by what the public believes to be death eaters. Thankfully there were no casualties nor any serious injuries. Interviewed witnesses spoke up and told aurors what they had seen. It was said that the attackers were indeed wearing the classic death eater robes and masks. The notorious Bellatrix Lestrange was also sighted fleeing the scene as the Aurors arrived, further confirming witness statements.

You readers must be wondering what's confusing about this or why the ministry seems hesitant in deeming this the work of death eaters but worry no more! Professional curse breakers and Aurors scanned the area for any traces of dark magic and what surprised them was that there wasn't any! With the witness statements and everyone's state of health in the aftermath it seems to line up.

A total of 2 adult witches and wizards and 3 muggleborn children were hit during the battle. As I previously said there were no major injuries. When asked about how they got their injuries the adults claimed that they were only sent minor hexes and jinxes as if they were back in school. The muggle born children who were out shopping with friends and parents were said to be hit solely with tickling hexes. TICKLING HEXES!!! From death eaters?? That my readers is why the ministry is hesitant.

Is this a change of heart from the death eaters? Did they do this under orders from you-know-who? Is this a distraction tacit? Did the dark side change their original goals of mass destruction and muggle/muggleborn annihilation? Why is there little to no movement from them in these past few years? Don't worry dear readers for I have already started researching for any clues so until next time!

By: Rita Skeeter

Silence

They were flabbergasted by what they read. A couple of other Gryffindor spared them a glance when they saw that neither of them had moved for a while.

‘’This is… are all the papers saying the same thing’’ Harry slowly got out.

‘’Yes, they all say the same thing, obviously some have different variations because its different writers and others have more details than others.’’

‘’Are you sure? Have you seen the other papers?’’ Insisted, mind whirling.

‘’No I have not seen the other papers why would I need too?’’ She questioned as if he was mad.

Harry only half listened and grabbed another prophet off the table. His eyes hurriedly skimmed over the paper as if his life depended on it. He needed to know that this wasn't a joke, that someone didn't spell Hermione's paper. Dropping the paper he let out a small 'What the fuck.'

‘’Ohhh! I'm sorry Harry I didn't mean to sound rude’’ She apologized now, understanding why Harry had said that.

He just waved her off ‘’No worries mione, this is all just a mess so I don't blame you. I'm confused out of my mind right now too’’

She threw him a thankful look before focusing back onto the paper. By now the entire great hall was filled with muttered whispers and sounds of protests.

All their lives they were told that the dark side was bad, death eaters were vile and Voldemort was a mass evil with no hesitation to cause harm to anyone who went against him. A true monster depicted by the night he killed Harry’s parents and previous action in the war. Even the purebloods were categorized into dark followers. As Hermione focused on what Voldemort has done in the war previously Harry focused on his own life. How he was dubbed the savior for the reason to defeat the evil they call voldemort. The entire wizarding world took his life and claimed it as their own to use as a weapon. Stripped him of his humanity and free will with the only purpose of killing the dark lord. However from how the purebloods have acted towards everyone especially muggleborns and half bloods, now with this added information piled on tells another story.

Reading such news almost seemed like the death eaters were harmless. No dark magic and only playschool hexes some pranksters would use? It contradicts everything. Even looking closer to things, both gryffindors believe that the word ‘raid’ is misused. If it truly was a raid then why were so little people affected? Why wasn't it somewhere of value? If it was a raid then what of their plan? No shops were broken into, there was no destruction of buildings, it was almost as if they were just out for a normal walk and got caught or became bored. Thankfully if it was the latter that they decided to remencate to their own immature schooldays. Death eaters follow Voldemort so if the death eaters seem okay now does that mean Voldemort is too? Harry’s never actually met the man, sadly he already made a shitty first impression on Harry but this second impression is much better. Calling bullshit Harry just swept all this war under the rug and let the leaders of the two sides figure it out since they're the only ones who are bringing it up. Actually Voldemort has been silent these years so in all honesty it was just Dumbledoor’s side acting up.

‘’We can’t really say we didn't expect this. It’s been pretty obvious that the dark side isn’t even in this anymore and that the pureblood are actually really nice and welcoming.’’ Harry quietly pointed out to Hermione.

‘’No but it’s still a surprise that its taken this long to be printed by the prophet.’’

‘’That is true’’

They both continued their breakfast in peace and mingled with Ron and the other at the table as usual. It wasn't until the trio got up to walk to class did Hermione speak up.

‘’Hey Harry’’

‘’Yea Mione?’’

‘’Isn’t it weird that out of every spell they could have used, they chose to use a tickling hex on the kids when they used different ones on the adults?’’

Harry stuttered in his steps but quickly fixed his pace, glancing over to Hermione before looking forward again with a thoughtful look.

‘’Perhaps, perhaps not’’

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(Year 4) It was an off day for Harry. Classes and homework were just that much more stressful then normal and the common room was just too loud. It wasn't often he had days like these but on days like these Harry liked to be alone and go for walks around the castle. Just exploring and using that time to think. Today he chose to go down to the great lake. It was a nice day outside so he didn't need to go back and get his robes.

He made his way down past Hagrid's hut and walked the path to the great lake for a few minutes. Once he arrived he took a seat by the edge with his legs sprawled out and leaning back on his hands. He sat there peacefully looking out onto the beautiful lake as the gentle wind blew over the school, causing ripples in the water.

Harry is still baffled by everything in his life. It was more than overwhelming if he’s honest with himself. How could he not? He went from being a normal kid with dead parents living with his relatives to a wizard! He surely thought it was some sort of prank when hagrid busted into that cabin and finally gave Harry the letter he had been dying to read for the past weeks. Him a wizard? Magic was real? Sure he had done weird stuff as a kid like turn his teachers hair blue but he never imagined there being a whole other world. He had worried himself into a tizzy before Hogwarts but now? He’s so thankful for everything and he’s the happiest he’s ever been. Meeting so many wonderful people, his bestest friends Hermione, Ron, Nevil, Luna, and even the twins. They were always so kind to him, always there when he needed them just as he was there for them. True friendship he had and he’ll never let that go. Of course, he can’t forget the odd little things that made his day either. The small fun friendships he has on the side like Draco, and seamus. The continuous random tickle spells he keeps getting sent by Draco and his group. Although the others only do it when he seems really upset and in a weird way it warms his heart. Such a funny way to show affection but it works. He’ll forget all about what was bothering him and can't help but smile the rest of the day.

Who knows how long had passed by but Harry wasn't worried. At one point he was surprised when one of the tentacles belonging to the lake’s squid left the water and waved at him. Beaming he waved back not even wondering how the squid was seeing him.

Not much longer passed before he felt the familiar tickle wash over him making him laugh out and hug himself. As he heard multiple footsteps approach, the spell ended and he sucked in a big gulp of air and let out small pants. A small smile appeared on his face as he tilted his head back and as expected saw Draco with his bodyguards walking up to him.

‘’Finally, it's been ages since I've been looking for you scarhead,’’ Draco said with the faintest pout.

‘’How come you didn't use your little ferret nose to smell me?’’ Harry teased

Rolling his eyes, he took a seat by Harry. ‘’You’re never going to give that up are you?’’

‘’Nope- ahHA’’ Draco sent another tickling hex his way.

‘’S-stahHp pl-Ahaese’’ he begged out, unable to cast the counter himself.

That smug sod Harry thought as he saw Draco sitting there looking as smug and satisfied as ever seeing him suffer.

‘’You should consider yourself lucky that my family and I like you enough that we won't let you laugh yourself to death’’ Draco proclaimed with his biggest Malfoy voice that perfectly matched his ego and let the spell go.

Taking a few seconds to get his bearings back together Harry just snorted at those words ‘’Wow I feel sooo honored oh great Malfoy. How will I ever pay you back for your kind hospitality’’

‘’Are those manners I hear?’’ Draco asked in mock surprise. Crab and Goyle snickered.

‘’For someone who seems to be obsessed with me i'm surprised you never knew! Oh what will everyone reacting when they see that a Malfoy doesn't know something!’’ he said with the same mock tone.

‘’Hmph. I believe accepting spending Yule at the manor with us will suffice for payment.’’

‘’Careful Malfoy, keep inviting me over and having your parents act like my parents and I'll think you’re trying to gain a new brother’’ Harry warned with a smirk.

Draco knew that his family loved Harry as their own but it was Severus and the Dark Lord that wanted Harry in their family. Not wanting the good mood to be ruined, he just hopes that Harry can forgive the Dark Lord and give him a chance when he finds out. The purebloods are long over their blood purist ways, they just want to adopt and help the muggle borns and half bloods. Most of the death eater purebloods liked to tickle the other purebloods adopted muggleborn or halfblood.

‘’Oh don't you worry about that Potter.’’ Draco gave a grin worthy of the Cheshire cat ‘’My family won't be adopting you anytime soon’’ Internally emphasizing the My.

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‘’Alright listen up!! No practical work today. Get your wands out and move those desks out of the way’’ Moody barked out. All the kids were as eager as ever for defense so they had every desk up against the walls in no time. Sure Moody was a very intimidating and scary wizard and over half the students were scared of him but every student had to admit that he was by far the best defense teacher there was. That's an ex Auror for you though they figured.

‘’Everyone pair up with a partner and face off on each side of the room. The goal today is dodging so I better not see any shields or counter curses. If I do then i’ll remove 10 points from every house for each one I see.’’

The students let out collective groans at this, especially the purebloods. Since most muggleborns grew up playing some type of sport and being forced to be active in some way it didn't bother them as much. Nevertheless, everyone paired up with their friends and did as they were told. Harry paired up with Ron and began as well. Ron was being Ron and didn't bother doing much which left Harry a bit disappointed. Wanting to see how the rest of the class was fairing he took a look around. Some pairs were playing around while some others took the class more seriously. He saw Professor Moody make rounds and hexed anyone slacking off. As usual, those people would burst out laughing from yet another tickling hex, something he and some other selective few people were subjected to quite usually by him. Harry was always confused as to why it was always the same people giving and receiving the tickling hexes. No one else. It seemed like an inside joke but to who Harry didn't know. After 15 minutes Harry was fed up with his partner.

‘’Come on Ron, you have to actually move your feet to dodge!’’ Harry complained, annoyed.

Ron just groaned in response. ‘’Mate, just leave it alone, it's not like we’re actually in battle so slacking off in class is fine. It's too much work anyways’’

Harry just let out a tired sigh. Not only is Ron damning himself but ron was also ruining his own practice and classwork due to his laziness. Knowing it would be useless to fight he just sent another hex towards Ron which successfully hit. Ron yelped out and shot Harry a glare like it was his fault. Fortunately, luck was on his side when he heard Professor Moody speak up.

‘’M. Weasly! Did I not say that this was a dodging lesson not a statue imitating one?’’ Moody remarked as he hobbled up to them.

Ron has the audacity to look ashamed but before he could complan Moody spoke again. ‘’Since it seems like you also want your classmates to fail along with you, you will be sitting at your desk for the rest of the period. I demand a 4-inch essay on the importance of dodging in a battle by the end of the class.’’

‘’Yes sir’’ Ron mumbled out as he moved towards one of the desks by the wall.

‘’Now,’’ Moody turned to face Harry who was trying his best to not let his satisfied smirk show. ‘’I’ll be your partner for the remainder of class M. Potter’’

Harry nodded, glad that he could have a competent partner for once. Harry got back into position and started throwing minor hexes towards the Professor after he told him to start. It was no surprise to Harry or any of the other students taking a look when Moody dodged every spell with seemingly no issues even despite his bad leg. No matter how many times Harry missed or saw Moody’s smirk, his determination only grew.

Having no warning Harry was forced to start dodging himself as Moody switched things up, making himself the offensive. Since they were being thrown non verbally Harry was left wondering what types of spells an ex auror like Moody would use on students during dueling lessons. Seeing how he taught them unforgivables he was a bit anxious to find out so he used all of his agility he’s gained over the years to his advantage. Sadly not two minutes into it Harry wasn't able to dodge one of the spells and tensed up expecting some sort of pain or embarrassing spell. What he wasn't expecting was the very familiar tingling feeling he felt all over making him burst out in uncontrollable laughter as he was tickled. Tears gathered up in the corner of his eyes as he squirmed around trying his best to muffle his laughter. He could feel people staring in confusion.

‘’The duel isn't over Potter!’’ Moody barked out before continuing.

Harry just gave a cheeky grin as he composed himself again.

Honestly, Harry tried his best for the rest of the class to dodge the never ending tickling spells, making sure to not die from lack of oxygen as he continued dodging. As much as it was a struggle, he had fun. Some part of Harry believed that the Professor had somehow known how Ron was going to be and used it to help him. It seems like more than one person was looking out for him.

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‘’Pssttt, Harry’’

Harry jumped from his spot in the corridor at the sudden whisper right beside him. It was the day of the final task for the Triwizard tournament so Ron suggested they all went together to watch. Harry had been leaning against the wall in the empty Gryffindor corridor awaiting his friends.

‘’What the fu-’’

‘’Must you always be so crude’’ Draco remarked before he could finish.

‘’Oh well i'm sorry for using foul language after being scared to death you prat. When im kidnapped i’ll remember your words and apologize to my kidnappers.’’ He commented with a roll of his eyes. Something he does a lot with Draco but by now it's out of fondness. Most of the time.

Looking smug Draco kept the disillusionment charm up as he grabbed Harry’s wrist and started dragging him away. ‘’Good thing you apologized then because you're coming with me no matter what you say.’’

Stumbling over a few of his steps Harry tried his best to keep up and get into pace. With a little bit of resistance, he called out.

‘’Hey! Hey! Where are we going? I have to meet up with Ron and Hermione any minute now, were going to watch the tournament together.’’

‘’Trust me you’ll forget about the tournament soon. This is more important than some bloody death trap they call entertainment. A menace to society I swear…’’

Harry just stared at Draco as he got pulled around the school. He absently realized that they were going deeper into the dungeons.

‘’Finally got fed up with me and decided to off me huh’’ Harry joked.

‘’Of course not Potter, use your brain. If I cast anything deadly in Hogwarts the wards will go off and stun me before notifying the Aurors. I’d be utterly stupid of me so I’m simply bringing you somewhere else out of school’’

Harry was quite put off, both at the fact that this was the first time the blonde had interacted with him without sending a tickling hex but also with his reasoning. Who even thinks like that?

‘’Where are we going?’’ Was asked again but was promptly ignored.

Draco stayed silent as they reached a portrait door of some old historical figure Harry didn't know of. Saying the password, the door swung open as Draco pulled the raven haired boy into Severus's personal quarters but it's not he knew that. As Harry looked around the room as Draco brought them to the fireplace. Letting go of Harry's hand the blond boy took a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace calling out ‘Riddle manor. Salazar’

Wide eyed Harry looked at his friend questionably but Draco just gave him a soft smile full of excitement as if he was waiting for this.

‘’You’re going home Harry. Now don't mess this up or I swear to Merlin its going to take me ages again to annoy my parents enough to let them take you in. And please don't freak out, repress some of your gryffindorness for once in your life will you. He’s not as bad as you think he is, think of the Purebloods’’ And with that Draco pushed Harry into the fireplace and watched as the green eyed menace floed away.

Always one with grace, Harry immediately put his hands to his front and fell forward as soon as he landed.

A groan escaped his lips before he irritatedly grumbled out a ‘’God damn floors and blonde snobbish prats’’ before shaking away the dizziness. Getting up he patted the dust away from his pant legs before actually taking in where he was. His first thought was panic thinking he was being sent back to the Dursleys but he never considered that place home. That and the fact that floo did not work in muggle residences so that idea was thrown away fast.

Pureblood indeed Harry thought as he studied the very lavish manor he currently resided in. Everything was of course in pristine condition, looking as expensive as ever. He’s only ever been to Malfoy Manor a few times but it never seizes to baffle him how much people spend on such unusable things.

So if this wasn't Malfoy manor then where was he? Draco said home but Hogwarts is his home, he didn't have anywhere else to go that's why stayed at the School for Yule and summer if he could. Oh that's right! Snape said I needn’t worry about going to my relat- OH! Okay so this must be Snape's house if he actually told the truth in that note. Wait but he’s a prince not a Riddle.

Before the green eyed boy could think anymore he heard footsteps approach the door. Instinctively Harry took a step back as his right hand flying to hover over his wand. Eyeing the door as it opened Harry heard the tail end of a familiar voice ‘’...told you it was him that set the floo alarm off’’

It came without surprise in Harry's mind when he saw Snape walk into the room in more casual clothing he’s ever seen the man in. But what caught Harry’s eye was the unfamiliar man standing to his professor's side. They were both pretty tall but the man with the curly brown chestnut hair was a smitch taller. He definitely looked like a pureblood with those sharp features and a mask he came to recognize from Draco and his family. He was taken aback when blood red eyes looked straight at him but he didn't let that show on his face.

It seemed like Snape had caught him staring at the man, not that he was trying to hard to hide it, and announced somewhat pleasantly, Harry could only assume by the unfamiliar tone of the Potion Master.

‘’So Draco did tell you that you would be meeting me then’’

Shaking his head Harry denied the statement. ‘’No sir, Draco didn't tell me anything. He kinda just.. dragged me here without saying much’’

Harry swore he heard the mystery man mutter something along the lines off ‘’I'm surprised that big mouth but didn't just spill everything’’

Snape's lips quirked upwards but didn't comment future. ‘’I see. Care to explain as to why you didn't seem surprised to see me but to Tom?’’ He inquired with a piercing glare. Harry felt the need to squirm under such gaze but at least it didn't seem like the man was mad.

‘’Draco only told me I'm going home so I thought of the note you left me and I just figured it connected.’’ Harry admitted as he played with his hands.

‘’Indeed?’’

Harry nodded looking in between the two to avoid eye contact.

‘’Enough standing, let us move to the couch’’ The man, Tom Snape had said, suddenly spoke up as he made his way over.

The two men followed suit and sat comfortably on the couch. Snape and Tom on one couch while Harry situated himself on the opposite one. Tom called a house elf and asked for some tea and some light snacks. Not seconds later was a tray of assorted biscuits and tea on the table.

Harry watched on as each of them made their own cup. Snape poured another one and asked him what he took. ‘’ 2 Sugar and a splash of milk please’’ Giving a curt nod Snape put in what was requested and slid the teacup over to the other side of the table. A small thank you and Harry nervously picked up the cup, thanking the gods that his hands weren’t trembling. That’d be terribly embarrassing.

Each of them took a sip or two before Tom lowered his cup and spoke up.

‘’I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Tom Riddle but you may call me Tom. It is a pleasure to properly meet you Potter’’ he said, inclining his head in greetings.

‘It's nice to meet you too. You can call me Harry, you can too Professor’’

‘’And you may call me Severus in return’’

Harry tried the name in his mind a few times, not used to such foreign familiarities with the usual stoic and blunt man. Once he was relatively fine with it he spoke up again, not sure what exactly was going on.

‘’Ummm i’m sorry but have we met before Tom? What do you mean by properly?’’

If Tom wasn't able to keep his face blank his internal wince would have shown on his face. Him and his love have spoken about the possibility of Harry not being okay with the Dark Lord who killed his parents suddenly wanting to adopt him. Fearing the boy would lash out or not believe it to be anything but a ploy. He also should have worded that better forgetting that the teen was not a pureblood and would interpret it that way. The boy wasn't wrong of course by any means but he is a celebrity so he can't imagine Harry saying that to every person who falls at his feet saying 'proprely' during their introductions.

Instead, he simply said ‘’ We have but we will come back to that a bit later on in the conversation. Now I assume you are curious as to why you are here?’’

Shifting his feet Harry accepted the answer and decided to wait. ‘’ A bit, I mean I kinda assume it has reference to what Sna-Severus said on his note. Summer is still 2 weeks away though so I don't know.’’

It was Snape that spoke up this time but it wasn't in a snarky or annoyed tone Harry was expecting. ‘’That is correct. I already informed you that it will be dealt with but nothing more. We brought you here in order to discuss the proceedings with you before incase the arrangements are unsatisfactory for you’’

‘’That makes sense’’ Harry hummed in agreement. He was a bit apprehensive about the whole thing. A big part of him was scared that it was all some ploy, that any minute Severus was going to laugh in his face at how gullible he was to believe such words of hope. Words of venom as such floated around his head for a while, his heartbeat never seemed to calm at times like that. The urge to cry hovering above the surface. However, a bigger part of him, the one he clung to since a child, grew even larger with joy when he had read Severus’s promise to him. A promise so similar to a Happy ending you know you get at the end of princess or fairy tale stories. A promise that made him believe he would get that Happy ending too.

Tom's lips curled upwards. ‘’Precisely’’

Before Snape could continue, Harry had to ask something that was on his mind ever since his first year. Wringing his sweaty hands he managed to get the courage to lift his head and look at Severus.

‘’So, you huh, knew the whole time didn't you? Since first year’’

Snape’s eyes softened at that. He put his teacup on the table and spoke up.

‘’I realised during your first class. The flobberworms and when I found out who you stayed with. I swear to you Harry I wish we could have helped you that year but there were some legal issues we ran into. I did what I could for the time being’’

‘’Thank you. The potions and balms worked wonders, I'm surprised I didn't find out it was you until last year. I deeply appreciated it, for everything too, not just the potions. For not turning a blind eye’’ Harry said with the utmost sincerity.

Both men made a noise at that, looking deeply offended.

‘’I assure you, no one should ever turn ablind eye to things like that. Those people’ Tom said with utter disgust, ‘’should have done their best to help a child in need. I do hope you will be sharing those names later on’’ Tom gave him a pointed look. Internally seething and already planning every way he can torture those animals into insanity over and over.

‘’Of course, not only is it my duty to help my students but It's basic human kindness. Never will we ever turn a blind eye to your or any other child's suffering, Harry. It was my utmost pleasure being able to help you even the tiniest bit with those potions. You deserve nothing but the best after all. ’’

Harry stared shell-shocked, mouth almost agape at their words. Never has anyone cared enough to be mad on his behalf and tell him that he didn't deserve the lack of help. That it wasn't, normal… He sees the look in their eyes to know that what they said is genuine.

His heart fluttered in his chest.

Snape continued on. ‘’ After that, we have tried to get you, new guardians. Your relatives were happy to sign the guardian transfer forms but in the magical world children have Magical guardians as well. Unfortunately, your current magical guardian wouldn’t sign it, no matter what I said. For the past 4 years we have made investigations and managed to gather enough evidence to take up your magical guardian to court and claim them as an unfit guardian. Thankfully we managed to sign your guardian papers over to the right people so as of now you are no longer legally in the care of your relatives or Dumbledore. You’re never going back there Harry, not over our dead body’s’’

It took a few seconds for Harry to process what was said but when it did, it seemed like a gloomy cloud that clung to him just opened up. Tears welled up in pure happiness, he couldn't believe it! He’s going to be adopted and leave that place! These people cared enough to help him. Spurred on, Harry rushed up and threw his arms around Severus. He clung to the man's neck as he let out hoarse ‘Thank yous’ like his life depended on it.

Snape’s heart clenched for the boy. Snape wound his arms around Harry as he soothingly rubbed his back and played with his hair but didn't say anything. He just let Harry let out a few tears and bask in the comfort. He can imagine how liberating the raven-haired teen must feel. He stole a glance at his long time partner and found Tom looking at them both with such love. It made Snape fall in love with the man even more.

It was a few more moments before Harry pulled back up and quickly whipped off the few stray tears.

‘’Why?’’ He whispered in confused wonder, watching the two wizards.

He wondered if he needed to elaborate but thankfully they understood the meaning behind it.

‘’Because we care about you Harry. We’d do anything for you,including being there for you and helping you. Not only do you deserve it, you wonderful, caring and loving child, but you seem to be able to worm your way into anybody's heart. Even Dark Lords.’’ Tom said the last part almost hesitantly but from a nod from his husband he was able to say admit it.

Harry blinked. His red puffy eyes disappeared under his eyelids a few more times before he said anything.

‘’That’s… a good thing. Right??’’ He asked unsure. ‘’I mean he won't try to kill me’’

‘’Heavens no!’’ Both men simultaneously proclaimed.

Harry sat back down and saged in relief despite already having an inkling. ‘’Good. I really needed that confirmation. It's been years since I believed he would anyways.’’

Tom's eyes immediately sought out his husbands as they too mentally sagged in relief. Their fears of Harry hating Tom were proven wrong. They both reached out and intertwined their hands with small smiles.

‘’Ummm… i’m sorry to interrupt but am I safe to assume that its you guys adopting me?’’ Harry squeaked, not used to seeing such open romantic affection from anyone. Nevertheless, he was happy for them, they both seemed like they really loved each other.

Tom chuckled at Harry’s reaction.

‘’You are correct brat. Now no need to look so nervous, Merlin we’re literally your adoptive parents now’’ Snape commented with a hint of disbelief as if he was still processing that they’re finally able to adopt him.

The term of endearment (Could Harry call it that?) filled him with a sense of love. The notion of new parents' made him physically light up and made a large grin appear on Harry’s face.

‘’Does that mean I can call you dad’s?’’ Harry innocently asked.

Tom, who was having a sip of his tea, promptly choked on his drink and started coughing. Snape had to move closer and pat his back all while Harry laughed at the expected reaction.

As Tom got a hold of his choking fit he half heartedly glared at his son and growled out a ‘’Watch it’’ He warned.

Putting his hands up in mock surrender Harry shrugged. ‘’Fine, fine! Take away my fun why don't you’’

Tom snorted as Snape just rolled his eyes in fondness. While Tom took out his wand and spelled the mess away Snape spoke up.

‘’As we were previously saying, I assume that this new arrangement works for you?’’

Harry nodded enthusiastically. ‘’More than you know’’

‘’Everything is in order then. When Hogwarts ends you will go to my quarters instead of the train. We’ll come back home via floo’’

‘’So this is where you guys really live?’’

Snape quirked an eyebrow at that. ‘’Indeed it is, expecting something different?’’

‘’No, I was just curious because I didn't know who’s house this belonged to at first. Draco said Riddle but you’re a Prince making me confused until Tom introduced himself. It's nice, I really like it,’’ Harry admitted.

Harry saw Tom tense a little bit. Slowly, Tom started ‘’Harry, we have one more thing we need to inform you of before we go through with this.’’

Harry nodded to show he was listening so Tom continued. ‘’Please do not freak out when I tell you. If you truly change your mind we will completely understand. We hope what you said earlier stands true.’’

Harry momentarily thought back to what Draco warned him about. This must be what he was referring to. He doubts anything they say will make him hate them or change his mind. These wizards have already shown so much care for him and wormed their own way into his heart. He really doesn't want to lose his new parents. Whether it be from what they say or his own actions.

‘’I am the Dark Lord. Now before you freak out we really aren't as bad as we used to be way back then all those years ago. Trust us please, in no way is this a ploy to lure you in or anything of that matter. We did this because as we said, we truly came to care for you and wanted to give you a home with us.’’

Harry just burst out into a fit of giggles. Merlin he sounds like a begging puppy. He looks so concerned too! That last thought made him extremely happy.

Tom stared in horror at such an unexpected reaction. Surely he’s seeing things? Is this really Harry Potter? Did his husband send a hex? But no he was wrong for when he looked over to Severus, he was in the same state of shock as he was.

‘’Don’t worry Tom, I know you’re different and wouldn't hurt me. Not only have your actions and death eaters proved that but seeing as Severus has protected me all these years I don't see why he would suddenly stop now. I trust him and I hope I can come to trust you too’’ Harry soothes the man's worries.

Snape positively beamed at the fact that his son trusted him while all of Tom’s tension bleed out for he was truly worried about the youngers reaction to his confession.

‘’I sincerely hope I will be able to prove myself to you and gain your trust’’ Tom claimed in genuine hope and determination.

He almost resembles Draco’s peacocks with his chest puffed out like that. He absently thought with a small snort only to cover it up with a cough at the odd looks he got.

‘’ I hope so too’’ Harry grinned.

Not wanting to break the moment up but needing to, Severus took one last sip from his tea and stood up.

‘’Unfortunately, I do believe it is time for you to get back Harry. The tournament shall be finished soon.’’

‘’Oh yea right, I kinda forgot about that to be honest’’ He said looking a little sheepish.

‘’Only you’’ Severus shook his head.

Setting their teacups down both Harry and Tom stood up as well. They both ushered Harry to the fireplace and for him to grab some floo powder. But before Harry did, Harry spun around and gave Tom a great big hug, wrapping his arms around the man's waist and leaning his head into Tom’s chest. Seconds later Harry felt strong yet gentle arms wrap around him and reciprocate the hug and a chin rest on the top of Harry's head. Only ever having hugged someone or been hugged 3 times in his life he let out a content sigh at the warmth and comfort it gave him. Relished in that veil sense of security and home it gave off. ‘’Thank you’’ he whispered.

One of the arms moved up and threaded themselves into his hair a few times before he felt a kiss at the top of his head with a ‘’ No thank you’’ in such a dulcet voice.

Letting go Harry did the same thing and went up to Severus to give him another hug. Severus instead gently rubbed his back as Harry once again said ‘’Thank you’’

Harry could practically feel the ice coating Severus' heart melt as he responded.’’Always brat. We’re your home now’’

And honestly, Harry fully heartedly agreed, wanting nothing more.