Harry's heavy boots echoed loudly in the quiet hallways as he stalked towards the locker room. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were dark with anger. He could feel his anger grow stronger and stronger as images of Louis' bloody, bruised body popped into mind, followed by a shaky voice describing what had happened.

Louis said that he had been walking back to Jen's room after cleaning out a locker when Seth had stopped him and shoved him against the locker. He said Seth didn't say anything before he punched him in the stomach, and when Louis doubled over to catch his breath, Seth had taken that as his opportunity to shove Louis down to the ground, making his head bounce off the tile floor.

H-He kicked me in the stomach over and o-over a-a-again.

Louis' soft, but rugged voice played on repeat in Harry's head, making his legs move faster and his burning anger grow into a wildfire. His skin began to burn and his fists began to shake as his anger that he has kept shoved down for so long, began to resurface. He admitted that he missed this buzz, that he missed how his skin felt like it was on fire, but one thing he didn't like about right now, was the large ball that was weighing heavily in his stomach. It was painful with each step he took and each breath he took in. He felt like he was suffocating, but it wasn't from his pent up rage. It was from seeing Louis like that, and hearing what had happened, and not having been able to stop Seth from doing it.

He felt disgusted with himself, but the moment he seen the red locker room doors, all that vanished and he was solely focused on bashing Seth's face into the ground. He could faintly hear Louis quiet voice pleading him to stay in the classroom, to not do this, but Harry just clenched his jaw tightly and came to an abrupt halt in front of the doors.

He debated on whether or not he should open it and just storm in, but then he realized that he wouldn't get too far before the coach was pulling him off of him. He decided on staying out here, just long enough for the bell to ring, but that didn't seem to work. He couldn't just stand still like that, so he began to pace, then pacing turned into walking all the hallways, then he was just about to turn around and walk outside when the bell rang.

A smile instantly tugged at his lips, and he watched as the hallways began to fill up. His back straightening and his fists clenching, he began to push past all the students that began to fill the hallways and he stopped in front of the now open locker room, but he didn't want Seth to see him and run away. Glancing around him, he took a step to the right and leaned against the locker, his arms crossing over his chest as he grinded his teeth together.

Student's walked past him, a few of them double glancing in his direction, but none of them said anything, and it was probably for the best. Harry was so pissed he would beat the shit out of any person he could right now, and he would still have enough rage to beat the fuck out of Seth. Seconds, or even minutes passed before Harry seen the familiar head of blonde hair walk out of the locker room, a red bag slung over his shoulder.

He watched as the jock turned in his direction and began to walk, his eyes on the floor before someone called his name and he looked up. His grin instantly vanished and his face fell, his eyes widening when he seen the lanky boy leaning against the locker, his legs crossed over one another and his arms folded on his chest.

He had expected this, he knew this was coming, but when he seen that fire burning deep in Harry's eyes, he knew he was a goner. "Look, man, I'm sorr-." Seth began to say, but a loud growl followed by a fist connecting with his jaw instantly shut him up. His head snapped to the right and before he could turn to look at Harry, he was being grabbed by the neck of his shirt and slammed against the locker, the sound of his skull connecting with metal echoing in his ears.

Harry twisted his fingers into Seth's shirt, his breathes deep as he tried to control himself when all he really wanted to do was snap this kids neck. "I don't want to hear your shit excuses," Harry growled in Seth's face, something deep inside of his stomach pulling when he saw fear flash through Seth's wide orbs.

A circle began to form around the two, a few of Seth's football buddies hovering behind them but they knew not to jump into something unless they really needed to, and they both figured their friend could take on Styles. They had no idea why he was even labeled the school bad ass in the first place, because all he's really done is jump Seth with one of his friends, and talk to the schools nerd.

The student's held completely still, all of them anticipating the moment Harry or Seth lifted his fist, and they didn't have to wait long before Harry's hard fist connected with Seth's face again, the jock spitting out blood that began filling his mouth from his teeth piercing his tongue.

He, he called me a fag and pun-punched me in the face.

"Don't you ever fucking touch Louis again," Harry said, his fist connecting with Seth's face again, and again, and again. The jock's jaw was throbbing painfully, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't get free from his place up against the lockers.

Finally, Harry slammed Seth back into the lockers again, then threw him down to the ground and stood above him, watching as the jock scooted back a few inches before he collapsed on the floor, his blood stained lip swelling and turning a purple color. "Come on, Mr. Bad ass. You can beat the shit out of people smaller than you, but you can't beat me? Come on! Fight me!" Harry yelled, his fist, which was splattered with blood, clenching at his side.

"Fight me!" Harry yelled one more time, and when he realized that Seth was either unconscious, or just too big of a pussy, he bent down on one knee and grabbed him by the shirt once again. He pulled him up, discovering he was fully conscious, and leaned down so they were only inches away from each other.

"Looks like you're the pussy," A dark grin twisting his lips, Harry brought his fist back and punched Seth in the face one last time, this time in the right eye.

He stood up and wiped off of his hand, then turned around, only to see a group of people surrounding them. They were chanting something, but Harry couldn't hear it past the ringing in his ears. "That's for all of you, leave Louis alone," with those final words, Harry pushed past the group of kids and began to walk down the hallway, towards Jen's room.

He knew he was stupid for doing this, for doing as much damage as he did to the rich pricks face, but then Louis' face popped into mind and he knew it was all worth it. He walked down the hallway, leaving the circle of students and jocks -that were towering over their bleeding friend- behind, Harry sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, just now discovering it was bleeding.

He lifted his hand up to it and touched it gently, wincing at the pain. Hmm, He thought, the jock must have actually landed a punch. Wiping the blood off on his sleeve, he pushed the door open to the end of the hallway and glared at every student that even glanced in his direction. He cursed at a few of them, finding their beady eyes uncomfortable.

He had just turned down the hallway to Jen's room when he felt a hand suddenly being placed on his shoulder. His first instinct was to punch the person, and that's exactly what he was going to do until he came face to face with the school's security guard. The guards fingers dug into Harry's shoulder as he tightened his grip, his jaw clenching as he stared Harry up and down.

"Mr. Styles?" The security guard asked, but based on the dark gleam in his eye, he already knew the answer to his question.

"Oh fuck off and show me to the office," Harry said, rolling his eyes as he spun around. He coughed loudly, trying to hide his sharp intake of breath when the older man's hand tightened even more. Both of their footsteps echoed in the now quieting hallways as they walked down towards the principal's office. The number of students slowly began to die down until there was only a few scattered throughout each hallway they walked down.

Finally, what seemed like forever, -at least to Harry, who had been grinding his teeth the entire time to keep from punching the guard- they were walking through the doors to the office and the guard immediately dropped his hand and smiled at the principal who was staring directly at them. "Hello, sir," he said, and Harry scoffed at how ridiculous this guy was being. Was he seriously going to go from 'Mr. Bad ass who likes to break student's shoulders,' to 'Mr. Kiss ass who has to impress the boss.'

"Dumbass," Harry mumbled under his breath, just loud enough that he knew the man standing next to him heard it. Sure enough, there was a glare cast in his direction before he was being drug towards the principal's office.

"Oh, that's such a strong hold you have. Do you work out?" Harry teased the buff guard, his dimples popping out when the man, who's name Harry just discovered was James, whispered a very harsh "shut up," to him before he pushed Harry into an uncomfortable office chair.

Harry pouted at James from his half laying/sitting position in his chair. The guard rolled his eyes and leaned against the door as Harry set up and turned so he was facing Mr. Daniels desk. "You summoned me," the teen said, a cocky grin stretching his lips when Mr. Daniel's eyed him over the rim of his glasses.

"What happened to your lip?" Mr. Daniel's asked, but both of them knew he was trying to point it out in a not-so-subtle way.

Harry grinned, Mr. Daniels raised an eyebrow, and the guard shifted from one foot to another as the silence seemed to stretch on. "I think you know what happened,"

"I do, but would you care to enlighten me?"

A bead of sweat began to form on Mr. Daniel's forehead when he seen a few men appear in his door way, but he gave a slight shake of his head and returned to Harry, waiting patiently for the boy to answer him.

"I'd rather not waste my breath," Harry said, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair. Mr. Daniel's sighed and laced his fingers together, squeezing them tightly to try and keep his calm, even though he could feel his already shot nerves start to grow non existent.

"Harry," Mr. Daniel's began, leaning forward in his chair. He glanced behind Harry one last time, then looked at the younger boy again, his eye flickering from his large, bruised lip with the large gash in it, to his green eyes that were slightly glossed over. "There are two police officers waiting out in that room for you," he pointed behind them, but shook his head when Harry turned to look. "And if you don't tell me something, I will be forced to let them take you off of my school's property," he finished, giving Harry what he was hoping was a stern look.

Harry's entire body froze when he heard there was two police officers in the other room, and despite Mr. Daniel shaking his head, he turned in his seat and looked past James, seeing two men in dark navy blue uniforms. His heart stopped in his chest for a split second, but then he seen another body appear behind them and all his anger returned.

"That fucker beat the shit out of Louis'." Harry growled as he tried to stand from his seat, but a gentle hand on his shoulder pushed him back and he looked up, only to discover James hovering above him.

"Wouldn't do that, kid. Not while there are three men out there that are thirsty for your blood," James said, and the gleam he had in his eye was no longer there, it was instead replaced by a strange sparkle of what seemed to be gentleness.

"I couldn't give two shits what happened to me," Harry growled, pinning his eyes on Seth that was talking to the officers. The blonde jock had blood trailing down his face and his right eye was swollen shut, but what had Harry's gut twisting in satisfaction was how terrified Seth looked when he glanced in Harry's direction for a split second.

"Harry, we have called your parents, so why don't you tell us what happened before they get here?" Mr. Daniels suggested, his worry filled eyes flickering between Harry and the officers.

"I'd rather wait," Harry said, crossing his arms defiantly over his chest. He leaned back in his chair again and began bouncing his leg, his eyes trained on that in hopes it would take his mind off of the prick in the other room.

Ten minutes passed in uncomfortable silence before a man in a blue suit stormed into the office, his face red as he looked over his sons face. His suitcase flew across the room and his face turned an even darker shade red when he pinned his eyes on the back of Harry's head and began to yell even louder, the words jumbled so nobody could really catch what he was saying.

Harry knew the man was yelling at him, but he stayed focused on his bouncing knee. He couldn't handle this. He wouldn't be able to stay calm when a man was yelling at him. And to make it all worse, his fucking mind wouldn't stop playing the images of Louis' bruised body over and over again. He just wanted it all to stop, before he did snap and wasn't able to stop.

Somehow, the officers managed to get Seth's dad calmed down and they all came into the room. Mr. Daniel's stood and introduced himself, but Harry stayed seated, simply glaring when one of the officers tried to shake his hand.

"What the hell happened?" Mr. hothead blurted out as soon as he took a seat next to Mr. Daniels, his gleaming eyes pinned on Harry.

"I treated your son like a pussy and pounded the shit out of him," Harry said, finally speaking more than a word after staying silent for at least fifteen minutes.

Everyone in the room gasped, except for James who had to cover his hand with his mouth to stifle his laughter. Harry winked at him, then looked back at Seth's dad and grinned widely. "What? You asked," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"I didn't ask you to be a smart-ass," he growled, his fingers pulling on his neck tie that was far too tight for his liking. He stayed staring at Harry in disgust, not knowing why this meeting was even important when he knew for a fact that the little shit head who possibly ruined his son's football career was going to get locked up. If not in jail, then in a juvenile center. That, he was sure of.

"I asked you to tell me what the hell happened. I want to hear your side of the story so then I have both,"

"You already have Seth's? Dear god, then there is no reason for me to tell you my side, is there? Cause Daddy's little boy will be sure he gets his way, isn't that right, Pumpkin?" Harry asked, grinning at Seth who was now as pale as Mr. Daniel's office walls.

"If you wanted money so bad, why didn't you just fucking get a job you low life piece of..."

"STOP IT, NOW" Mr. Daniel's voice boomed out, his glasses sliding down his nose as his fists slammed down on his desk, making papers fly off and slowly flutter to the ground.

Everyone in the room went silent, the only thing to be heard was Seth's wheezing breaths. "There is to be no name calling, and no lies. Understood?" He asked, eyeing both Harry and Mark. When he finally felt like they understood, he nodded his head and set back in his seat, then gestured his hands, signaling for Harry to continue.

"I didn't hit your son because I wanted money," Harry said, scoffing at such an accusation. He looked at Seth's dad, then at Seth, seeing the jock was cowering back. "I hit him, because he hit my boy..." Harry paused and quickly swallowed the rest of that word, not wanting Seth to know what Louis was to him in fear he would harm him further just to get back at him. "He hurt my friend. No, he beat the shit out of my friend,"

Angry eyes were suddenly peeled away from Harry and directed at Seth, his father's nostrils flaring as he locked eyes with his sons one good eye. "Is that true?"

"N-No. He cornered me in the hallway and demanded my money, but I left my wallet in my locker so he hit me," Seth lied, shaking his head furiously as he scooted back further in his seat. He looked completely terrified right now, like he wanted to seat to swallow him alive.

"Don't fucking lie. I don't need your money," Harry growled, all eyes on him once again. Harry leaned back in his seat and shrugged when they all continued to stare at him with curiosity.

"No, I believe my son. You tried to steal his money because you're one of those poor bastards the school lets come here out of pity," Seth's father said, his voice deepening but not at all threatening. Harry looked at Mr. Daniels, the older man's eyes widening when he seen the taller boy's eyes darken, his jaw clench and his nostrils flare. "I don't see why you allow them to attend here, Dewey. They are nothing but a disgrace to this wonderful school you run here." Mark glared at Harry, his eyes only glancing at Mr. Daniels for a second.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath in before he went to stand up, but the door was suddenly being pushed open and his eyes snapped open, his body relaxing a smidge when he seen his mother's familiar face, then his step father's.

"Mr. and Mrs. Twist, welcome." Mr. Daniels, said, his chest deflating a little as his nerves began to lessen. He knew Harry wouldn't do anything irrational while his mother was here.

Anne smiled warmly at the principle, but her face fell when she looked down at Harry. She squinted her eyes in a way that let Harry know that no matter what happened here, they would still be talking about it at home. Harry nodded, then watched as his mother took a seat next to him, her purple scrubs standing out against the brown chair. Next to sit down was Robin, who was wearing a black suit with the ridiculous green tie my mum insisted on buying him.

"Now, what's going on?" Anne asked, keeping her eyes focused on Mr. Daniels. She didn't dare look at her son, because despite the anger she felt towards him right now, she couldn't help but let her momma bear rise at the sight of his split lip.

Three people began to talk at once, but with one wave of Mr. Daniel's hand, everyone went silent once again. "We got a report earlier today from Mrs. Black, who is our school advisor. She said she needed to school's nurse because a student was brought into her room in poor condition. About half an hour later, we had student's running in here, all of them yelling that Harry was fighting Seth down by the locker rooms. Now, we have no idea if the two are related, but some students have said that Harry was only getting bayback." Dewey said, pushing up his glasses when he finished. "We have tried to get both boys to tell us what happened, but Harry refuses and Seth's version seems to be a little flawed."

Anne looked at the young boy she presumed was Seth and cringed when she seen his face and all the damage her son has caused. Biting the inside of her cheek, she cleared her throat and looked back at Harry. "Speak, now," were the only words she said, but those seemed to do the trick.

Harry explained everything that happened, from the moment Louis was shoved against the lockers, to the very last detail of Harry calling Seth a pussy before he walked away. Nobody spoke while he had talked, but Mark had been tempted to butt in a few times.

"Now, Seth," Anne said, her voice cracking slightly as her mind conjured up an image of Louis small little body bruised and bloodied. She didn't care what Seth's story was, or what had really happened, all she really cared about was knowing in that sweet little boy was going to be alright.

Still trying to swallow all of this new information, Anne continued to shift in her seat, the movements not going unnoticed by Mark. He had been staring at both her and her husband the entire time they have been in there, still trying to process the fact that what his son said may not be the truth because he recognized Robin immediately, him being business partners with him.

"Harry stopped me in the locker rooms after it cleared out and demanded money, but I had left my wallet in my backpack in my locker and he began to hit me when I didn't give him any," Seth lied once again, clearly not realizing the change in his story.

"Wait, but I thought I stopped you outside of the locker rooms?" Harry asked, the question making Seth's aching body freeze. He stared at all the adults, then tears began to slip past his eye.

"I didn't mean to hurt him as bad as I did," Seth said, finally deciding to tell the truth when he realized he wasn't going to lie his way out of this situation.

Mark yelled something that nobody caught before he stood up from his seat and stormed out of the room. "Forget pressing charges," he yelled over his shoulder as he picked up his suitcase and stalked out of the school, leaving everybody gaping at him.

"Well then," Mr. Daniels said, clearing his throat. He turned his direction back to the remaining people in the room and spent the next ten minutes deciding on good punishments for each student. They decided Harry would be suspended from school for a week, and that Seth would have the same punishment until Mr. Daniels had a chance to speak with his father.

Louis' POV:

I walked down the hallway, my arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Another arm was wrapped around my shoulders, helping support my weight as they led me towards the office. My chest hurt with each breath I took, and my stomach ached painfully, but I somehow managed to keep the tears in my eyes.

"Thank you," I wheezed out, smiling over at Jen, but the movement hurt. The underside of my jaw was completely bruised, and my cheek and eye were bruised as well, but I managed to not get a swollen eye.

She didn't say anything to me, but just gave my shoulder a soft squeeze before she walked me into the office, then into Mr. Daniel's office. My eyes fell on Harry's mom and stepdad, both of them sitting in front of Mr. Daniels empty desk. I walked a little further into the room and a smile instantly stretched my sore lips when I seen Harry sitting in the seat next to his mom, a scowl on his face as he stared at the wall.

"Harry," I rasped out, pushing Jen off of me before I carefully made my way over to Harry, who quickly stood up from his seat and wrapped his strong arms around my fragile body carefully. I melted into the embrace and rested my cheek against his chest, my own arms wrapping around his body.

"Are you okay?" he whispered in my ear, his head bowed down far enough.

I nodded a little and nuzzled into his body a little more, then pulled back. "Oh, Harry," I breathed out when I seen his swollen lip, my finger gently brushing over the gash. "What did you do?" my eyes searched his, but I seen nothing except for relief and happiness.

"Nothing that you need to be worried about," he puckered his lips, wincing a little but it didn't go unnoticed by me, and pecked my fingers. "I promise," his bottom lip caught on my finger, and I could feel his lip tremble in pain, so I quickly pulled my hand back and let it fall at my side.

"Louis," a voice said, popping mine and Harry's bubble. I gasped quietly and took a step back, Harry's arms falling from around my body. I missed his touch and the warmth he provided, but the moment I remembered we weren't alone, all those feelings were squashed flat.

"Yeah?" I asked, focusing on Anne, who had been the one to say my name. Her eyes were watering a little, but she didn't say anything before she pulled me into a tight hug. My body scream in pain, but I ignored it and wrapped my arms around her body, returning the hug.

"You are coming home with us," she breathed in my ear before she pulled back, her hand lifting up to my cheek and wiping away one of the stray tears that fell from my eye. I wasn't crying from pain, but because of the fact that for the first time in years, I felt a mother hug a child like she was her own. The way she hugged me was how my mother used to hug me, and I didn't realize I missed it until just now.

I smiled and nodded, not trusting my voice right now due to the lump that began to form in my throat"Come on, dear," she said, wrapping her arm around my waist but it was instantly swatted away and replaced with Harry's.

"I got him," Harry said, eyeing his mother like she honestly posed a threat to him. I rolled my eyes and mouth 'sorry' to her, but she smiled and just shrugged, watching as Harry carefully pulled me into his side.

"I won't break," I mumbled up to him when he barely even placed his hand over my hip. I placed my hand over his and made his fingers curl around it, then I patted the back of his hand and let my own fall. "I'm just a little bruised up," I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. I didn't want to tell him that my head was throbbing and my chest felt like it was caving in, because I didn't want him to worry. So, I opted to keep it to myself and suffer through the pain silently as I walked with him out of the school and towards his car.

"I wanted to kill him," Harry told me once we were seated in his car and I was buckled up. He stared out the windshield at his mom that was getting into Robin's car, or so I think, and grabbed the steering wheel tightly.

"I know," I whispered, closing my eyes to keep myself from crying when I remembered the look on Harry's face when I had finished telling him what had happened. He had looked livid, and I was worried that Harry would kill Seth, or beat him until he was almost dead. I had wanted to stop him when he left Jen's room, but both teachers had held me back, neither of them caring that I was sobbing and screaming Harry's name. "I'm glad you didn't," I added, cringing as I took in a breath.

"You are the only thing that stopped me from doing it,"

"Me? How? I wasn't even there,"

"The thought of never seeing you again had crossed my mind, and that was all it took before I stopped," he admitted, and if I thought breathing was impossible before, then I was surely mistaken. My heart stuttered in my chest and all the pain seemed to evaporate, leaving me with this overwhelming feeling of... love?

"Then never leave me," I said, my eyes opening when he placed his hand on my thigh. I stared at it for a second, tracing over each bloody crack in his knuckles from the fight, to the little black cross that he had tattooed on his hand. I didn't want to look at him, because even though we were admitting things, what I had just admitted had a lot more meaning behind it then I think even I knew.

"Never," that word lingered in the air as he lifted his hand up to my cheek and turned it before he connected his lips with mine. It was a simple kiss, but it made my head spinning and my heart racing.

It was me who broke the kiss first, partly because I couldn't breath, but mostly because of the ridiculous words that wanted to be released from my mind. "What am I doing to do with you, Harry Styles?"

Time Skip:

I walked down Harry's steps slowly, careful to not slip because of my socks. Harry's shirt swayed with each step and danced around my bare thighs, threatening to expose my red boxers. Like a nightgown, the shirt reached mid-thigh and loosely fit my body, practically drowning me but he insisted on me wearing something that wouldn't squish my chest.

I breathed quietly so I didn't wake anyone up and walked into the kitchen to make me a cuppa. I couldn't sleep, so I was hoping the warm cup of tea would calm my nerves. Since we left the school earlier, my brain hasn't let me have one quiet moment. If I wasn't thinking about what had happened earlier, I was reminding myself that I was getting too involved with Harry, that each day I continued to spend with him would just be one more day I spent in pain when he did break my heart.

Sighing deeply, I grabbed a cup off of the counter. I set it down upside right and reached under the sink for the kettle, where Harry had put it earlier after making hot chocolate for him. I filled it up with water and walked over to the stove, my hips swaying and creating a small breeze that had my nightgown lifting up once again. I turned to stove on and then leaned against the counter, having to prop myself up on my arms so I didn't apply any pressure on my chest and stomach.

I cupped my face in my hands gently and closed my eyes, enjoying the silence of the house. Even when people were asleep at my house, and the inside of my house was quiet except for the occasional creak and groan, the outside world was loud. You could hear the neighbors next door fighting until the sun rose, or the woman across the fence from us that left her bedroom window opened and snored loudly. Or even the police sirens that were heard in the not too far distance.

A sudden high pitched whistling noise had me jumping and my eyes snapping open. I licked my lips and turned off the stove, then poured some water in my cup and grabbed one of the tea bags off of the counter that were in a small jar. I put it in my cup, watching as it slowly sank before it finally clanked against the bottom. The water turned a murky color before it finally began to go brown.

I grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and quickly fished it out, then threw it away in the trash. Cleaning up my small mess, I grabbed my cup and tea and turned to walk back through the house and up the stairs, but a body leaning against the door frame had me stopping dead in my tracks.

"That's Harry's favorite tea," she said, smiling softly at me before she walked over to the counter and took a seat on one of the barstools.

I just stared at her, not knowing what to say considering I have never even talked to her. I had never really met her before, either, except for the few times I ate with her. So, instead of embarrassing myself, I nodded my head and took a sip of my still burning hot tea. It burned my mouth and throat as it slid down, but I just bit my tongue to keep myself from reacting to the pain.

"Need any tylenol or anything?" she asked, looking around the room like she was searching for something. I shook my head and looked over at the entrance, then back at her. "I won't bite, you can talk to me," the small giggle that followed after that had some of my body tension melting away.

"Sorry, i'm bad at talking," I said, watching as my tea swirled in the cup. She stood up from her seat and walked around the counter, then stopped when she was in front of me.

"Then why don't I just do this, then let you go to bed," she said, and before I could ask do what, she was wrapping her arms around me in a quick, but not at all awkward hug. "Thank you for helping my brother," she whispered sincerely, her eyes locked with mine.

I stared up at her for a second, but didn't get a chance to ask her how I was helping him before she was turning around and walking back through the kitchen entrance. I watched the entrance for a second, completely forgetting the hot cup I was holding in my hand. She wasn't the first person that has thanked me for helping Harry, but she was the first one who meant it from the bottom of her heart.

And, as I stare at the same spot she disappeared through, I find myself smiling. I, for once, may actually be welcomed in a house full of people who actually care about their family. Who may even care about a strange boy who is apparently helping their anger filled son, and brother.