Dear Harry
I see you. I see the way you back away when someone wants to touch you. I see the way you give them a reassuring hug after what they have been through. I see you smiling when all you want to do is cry. I see you. I see you laughing with your friends, when I know that they don't know what you are feeling. I see the hurt in your eyes when you look at them being lovey dovey with each other, hoping and wishing it could be you with someone special. I see you. I see you flinch at every loud sound, as if you were in the middle of the war again. I see you slinking away just for some quiet time to be alone. I see you. I see you doing your homework in the library, concentrating deep on the subject of potions. I see you smiling when you look at nature, and missing Hedwig, with the tears that threaten to fall. I see that you have changed, and don't wear glasses anymore. I see your tattoos, marked on your skin to remind you of life lost. I see your green eyes grow dark with longing. I see your muscles bulging, and your strong hands, and I know that you don't realize how beautiful you are. I see you Harry Potter. I see you.
Harry had received this letter during breakfast, and if truth be told, it was probably the most endearing letter he had ever held in his hands. That someone was watching him, and noticing what others could not, touched his heart in a very big way. He never knew. He never realized that his thoughts and feelings could be read with such clarity. Who was this person that had been watching him, and had sent the letter. He had to find out more. Folding it and putting it in his denim pocket, he knew he would read it again and again. Maybe if he read it enough, he would find out who the perfect handwriting belonged to.
Draco Malfoy had been watching him from the Slytherin table. Seeing that Harry had received a letter, he almost thought that it would be thrown away with all his other fan mail, but no. The golden boy had folded it neatly, and had placed it in his back pocket. So, something to keep then? He sighed deeply and kept looking at the man who, in his mind, had been his enemy for so long. He had a secret. A terrifying secret, but a beautiful one. And no one could ever find out. There would be no way that he would ever be able to live with the shame.
After breakfast, everyone left the great hall, and went back to their common rooms. It was a Saturday, and so no classes. Some of the older students were allowed to go to Hogsmeade if they wanted. Most of them did, but some of them opted to stay and enjoy the sunshine around the black lake. Classes were going to start on Monday, and relaxation was not going to be on the cards for a while. Harry chose to go to Hogsmeade, while the Slytherins decided to stay back at the castle.
Ron and Hermoine had told Harry that they would meet him at Honeydukes, because there was something that they wanted to do alone first. Harry agreed, and walked by himself. His thoughts taking him back to the letter that he had received. I See You. It was without a doubt, the most beautiful thing that had ever been written. Well to him, anyway. He had told no one about the letter, and wanted to keep it that way. This was his secret. His to keep and think about, and when the time was right, maybe he would confide in his friends. They were too busy being enamored with each other anyway to pay any attention to anything else these days, and he was happy with his decision.
In a sense he wanted it to be a certain someone. A male blond someone with a hell of an attitude, but he knew that would never happen. Pigs would fly first right?
Walking around in Honeydukes made him think of the time that he had snuck out the first time with the Marauders Map. Fred and George had given it to him, and the secret tunnel he had taken had brought him here. He had taken a lollypop from Neville that day. He smiled at the memory. Without realizing what he was doing, he was standing in front of the cashier, with a basket full of candy. He had taken chocolate frogs, licorice wands, jelly babies, and practically a bit of everything. He didn't remember doing it, so not wanting to look like an idiot, he paid for everything and left.
