Chapter Seven: Astrology in the Tower

Light illuminated Harry's face as he waved his wand in front of him. As usual, it was night, and he was propped up on his bed reading a book with Lumos.

It had been a long time since he could sleep, and even if he did, nightmares haunted him until he would wake up, tears pouring down his face as he clasped his hand on his mouth to prevent himself from screaming.

It was a torture for him, and he loathed sleep. The potions he took didn't give much effect anymore since the incident, yet he was still there, occupying space after nights and nights of not sleeping. He wondered if it was a curse, for him to still be up when someone else would have collapsed under the lack of sleep.

Sleep was, in fact, nothing of much important. He didn't need it, there was much more things to do when he was wide awake, away from the dark dreams that haunt him so.

Extinguishing the light, he rolled up his sleeve and felt the scars on his wrist, still tender and showing signs of inflammation. He didn't care, pain was good for him. In this vast world where everybody existed for a reason, he supposed he couldn't complain being alive. For the ones who gave him his life, now here he was, wishing his life was taken away from him.

Standing quietly and slipping on his Invisible Cloak, he slipped from the room. The Lady had gone off drinking as usual, so nobody noticed anything when the portrait moved by itself before closing the hole.

He had the sudden wish to gaze at the stars.

While he never liked the lesson itself, the stars memorized him when he first looked at it. They were so small, so far away, yet they beckoned him to touch them. It was a wonder that he never figured out, how he seemed to be at calm when hr looked at them, their lights flickering like flames, yet never gone.

Sometimes it was just hidden from the rest of the world.

He found himself loathing humanity in times. Their darkness, cruelty and selfishness for their own selves reminded him of the evils that existed in the world, all because of a human heart. It had open up to him when he sank into the waters, but he still saw, with clarity, of the warmth one was able to give.

It was true, he was no longer the Harry he was when he first arrived. He changed, and for once, he wasn't sure if it was for the better.

Instead, it only made him harder to breath.

Opening the door to the Tower, he sat on the cold floor as he stared at the skies. He didn't bother to take off his cloak, it served as a reminder that he was unseen, if just for a few hours at most.

Tonight, the skies was filled with stars. An abyss of them stared back at Harry as he felt himself relaxing. It was unearthly, the way it glowed like fireflies in the night. It was as if no amount of color or paint could truly show it to the world.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't realize someone came in.

Stiffening his body, he listened for any sound. The soft patters of feet sounded, so quiet one would have missed it.

The person's face was covered in the lonely darkness, but the person's finger showed, a pair of hands that would impart beauty upon anyone. He watched as the person took out a painting from a secret corner he didn't knew existed, and started painting.

Every stork of the brush was a soothing sound to him. While he didn't knew who the person was, he stared intently at the picture it painted.

It was a vortex of colors mixed, a vivid image of the starry night. It was obviously taken care off, for every color put on it seemingly gave a secret image, words that he didn't knew could exist in art.

The pale fingers swiped, and hesitate. It was always the same rhythm, as if it, too, knew of the boundless secrets the universe covered. It was all because of a feeling to paint it out, but it was the most beautiful piece of art Harry ever laid his eyes on, even if it was not completed yet, and the painted had only painted half of it.

For a moment, Harry had the feeling of wanting, to see the true form when it was finished. Thoughts were cast behind his mind, for there were only silence, and the unhearting messages one leaves scattered around.

For the rest of the night, the two of them sat there, one never realizing that someone else was sitting with him, the other gazing silently, almost mindfully, of the art that was being painted. Both was absorbed in the piece of art that seemed to unite them, even if they didn't realize it.

For whatever reasons they came up here, they both felt a release of breath in them. Even until dawn came, and the sun rose, the two of them remained in the early hours when the painter packed his things and put them back in the corner waking up Harry who had been dozing under the rhythmic sound of the brush. It had been the first time, even if it was just a doze, that he managed to rest. He did not comprehend his cloak that had slide off in the night.

Gazing deeply into his eyes, Harry had a feeling that he knew he was here the moment he came him.

It was just that, the two of them didn't want to break the thin comfort that surround them.

Giving him a barely noticeable nod, he slipped out, leaving Harry to stare at his back.

The stars, hidden under the light of the morning sun, witnessed the change in the boys that would be the start of something in their hearts.

I'm sure most of you are asking:

Why didn't you update last week-

Uh. About that, I forgot to mention about having exams. Its a sad life and all, but I did my best to update.

And if ya all feel like the progress between the two of them is too slow, lemme just say I didn't vision it as a sudden thing and boom they're lovers! Huzzah!

No.

The two of them have their own conflicts, so it wasn't that easy in the first place for them to even meet.

So that's all for the chapter, please vote and do tell me what you think in the comments!

S'long!