To Be Loved

An Unexpected Delivery

The Knight Bus came to a screeching halt in front of number four Privet Drive. A dark cloaked figure exited the bus. The figure waited until the bus zoomed off into disappearance, once again, and then turned towards the ugly house.

Two hands appeared from underneath the cloak, and removed the hood. Silver, moonlit hair was exposed to the night. His stormy eyes dodged around the Muggle neighborhood, to calm his fears of anyone seeing him. He breathed once more, and stretched his muscular, long neck to peer up into the window on the second floor. Here he found a sleeping Harry Potter just barely insight though the tiny window.

He set down a large case, that he held in his hand, and removed a polished broomstick that was labeled Nimbus 2001, which floated in mid-air. He elongated his leg over the broomstick, and once he was situated upon it, the Nimbus 2001 launched into the air.

He drifted up to the window that beheld the dormant Harry. The man's face spread into a smile.

The man that was peeping in at Harry was young, probably no older than seventeen. His skin was pale, as was most of him. He had hair so light blonde that in the moonlight it could have been mistaken for white. His eyes were a pale blue, and were often filled with coldness and hate. The beauty of his face was often hidden behind a scowl, though, on the rare occasion that he did smile, it was spectacular.

As he watched Harry, his face relaxed and he became more content. "Oh, Harry, you are so sweet when you are asleep," he whispered to himself.

He pressed his finger to the window and imagined touching Harry's skin, feeling his lips, caressing his thighs. He took a moment to imagine the first time they were together. It had been amazing.

He remembered the feeling of when Harry's hand had touched his skin for the first time. The electricity he felt surge from the tips of his fingers. The beauty he saw in those emerald eyes for the first time ever. It is that beauty that has haunted him for the duration of the summer. That beauty is what made him get on the Knight Bus and disregard his father, for the first time in his entire life.

But the only time he was happy was when Harry was with him. Harry was the only person in this entire cruel world that showed any sign of love towards him. Sadly, Harry was the first person in his entire life to even so much as hug him.

He hated his life. Though, no one knew that but him. He was often afraid that it would show through his eyes, especially when Harry would tell him he loved him. No one could know, depression is weakness, and in this world one must remain strong.

So to everyone that knew him, he was a prick. He was stuck up and rude, and believed he was better than all else that was not on his level of society. And he enjoyed it.

But Harry was something unexpected. He had been his long-time enemy. From the first sight of him he resented him, mostly because he stole the limelight, but also because his father had instructed him to be horrible to Harry.

He wasn't willing to love Harry, either. He had problems with trust. Because no one had ever loved him when he was young, he knew the coldness of being hurt. And being raised in such an atmosphere, he had it drilled into his head never to trust a single soul. You can only rely on yourself. But, Harry broke through that barrier, somehow. He wasn't quite sure how. He just suddenly knew that Harry would never hurt him.

As he watched Harry sleep he saw in the reflection on the window that the sun was beginning to peek over the roof tops, and it would be a matter of time before this street was streaming with Muggles. He did not wish to wake Harry and inform him of his arrival, he felt he should meet him somewhere and surprise him, perhaps follow him during his daily routine.

The man lowered to the ground until his feet touched; there he carefully packed the broomstick away in its tremendously expensive case. He searched once more to make sure no Muggles (or worse) were spying on him. He then made a dash across the lawn to a small patch of bushes, where he disappeared from the naked eye.

Morning came and Muggles emerged from their dreadfully boring homes to collect newspapers and head off to their mundane jobs. Harry did so as well, the same time as the rest.

The young man behind the bushes waited for a few moments before removing a cloak from inside the case that he carried for his broom, and throwing it over himself. And with this cloak upon him not a soul could see him. He did not exist to any who would pass him, for he was invisible.