The truth liberates a lot of people but for Harry it trapped him. The signs of sickness, the stages of grief were his prison bars.

Teachers had the idea to move him next to me every class. That or he simply slumped next to me in my seat. Nonetheless, he was completely out, arms crossed neatly underneath his head. That was the first and last neat thing about him.

His hair was a disheveled mess, long and covering portions of his bruises. I was beginning to wonder when it would stop darkening but compared to yesterday, it looked exactly the same. But was the same better?

He shifted in his seat, his face scrunching up as if he had tasted something bad. I tucked his hair out of his face and he ended up almost laying on top of me.

I smiled and decided to leave my hands intertwined in his hair for the rest of our classes.

222

The day I met my bestfriend was the funniest day in my entire life.

I was ten and I was already deep into books. My heavy bag on my back, my head burried in the Philosopher's Stone while I navigated the corridors.

"You know the best one was actually the Goblet of Fire."

My eyes traveled along the lines of J.K Rowling and met instead the blue-est eyes ever. Though I was a heavy reader that time, I didn't have the best vocabulary so the best blue thing I had was blue-est but nonetheless his eyes were the most beautiful and fictional thing I've ever seen.

He had a short, curly blonde hair and chubby cheeks. If I think back to it, the best word to describe him would be adorable. The best part was that he was shorter than me which added to his cuteness level.

In his left hand he held a Percy Jackson: Battle of the Labyrinth. A finger held the place where he had stopped reading.

"You know, I can't say the same about yours. That is the best one." I said and watched the red seep into his cheeks.

"You saying I have good taste?" Besides the blush, he smiled. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Maybe but P.S is mine. You lost points there my friend." I winked and I knew I couldn't wink but still attempted nonetheless.

He threw his head and howled. "No! How will my house win without those points?"

"What house?" I asked immediately.

"Slytherin. You?"

"Ravenclaw." I answered.

"So your a smartie. " He asked.

"Your a baddie."

He laughed, throwing his head back. "What's your name, Ravenclaw?"

I smiled. "Annabeth."

His eyes widened. "No way! As in Annabeth Chase? That's no possible."

I laughed. "Well not exactly but close enough."

His smile blew up to its fullest. He stuck his hand out. "Harry."

Now my eyes widened. "As in Potter?"

"Something like that."

And that was the day that two fictions clashed. The day that bests friends from two different books, from two different houses, with opposite powers, met.