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After the ceremony finishes, Peter decides that Louis and Harry should get to know each other a bit better so their 'magic connects', even though they are both tired as fuck and Harry has such a long day ahead of him, but there's no arguing with him, so he just leans down and whispers in Louis' ear to not throw a tantrum when he notices the small pout forming on the younger boy's lips.
Peter gives them a small wave, jumps up in the air and flies away from them, a trail of dark golden glitter following behind him. Harry hears Louis sigh in admiration from behind him and he laughs mentally. The small boy turns to look at him with wide, blue eyes and Harry's eyes instantly melts with adoration even though they haven't known each other for more than half an hour.
"Hi, I'm Louis!" He says enthusiastically, sticking out a small, tan hand but frowns a bit as he notices Harry is just slightly bigger than his index finger. Harry immediately notices and juts his bottom out a little before squeezing his eyes shut and concentrating hard enough to grow bigger.
He feels warmth surrounding him and he hears a quiet gasp leave Louis' lips as Harry just smiles and opens his eyes once the warmth is gone and the cold night air is hitting his bare arms, small goosebumps rising on them. Louis lets out a surprised giggle and sticks his hand out again.
"Hi, I'm Louis!" He repeats, smiling widely. Harry chuckles softly and wraps his much bigger and so much paler hand in his and silently coos, shaking it gently.
"Hello, there. I'm Harry."
"I know!" Louis bounces happily on his toes and walks around Harry, making small comments under his breath before standing back in front of Harry, raising an eyebrow curiously. "How come your wings don't have colour like everybody else's?"
Harry's eyebrows furrow, creating a small frown and he actually chokes trying to answer his mentee because he has no idea. The Pixies' wings can vary from black to bright, pure white, yet Harry's are plain and simple and his glow has no colour whatsoever.
"I don't know, love. Maybe I'm not special enough for them to be colourful." Harry shrugs and watches how Louis shakes his head stubbornly and stomps his feet in a childish manner on the polished wood they're standing on.
"No! There must be a reason." He huffs loudly and stands on his tiptoes to grab Harry's collar, pulling him down so they can be eye-to-eye and smiles widely. "But for now, you're the special one around here. You're different. And different can sometimes be good."
This kid is so sweet. How did plain, simple Harry end up with such an adorable ball of sunshine?
Harry feels heat rise to his cheeks and thinks that's the nicest thing someone has told him in his entire life. Instead of telling the boy in front of him so, he just nods his head and gives him a small, shy smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks.
Louis lets out a cute squeak at the sighs of his dimples and quietly claps his hand before putting one over his mouth, quietly yawning and Harry mentally coos, reaching out to curl his arms around his mentee's small waist and gently picks him up. He puts his hands under Louis' thighs, close to his knees, to hold the sleepy boy up and waits until he wraps his short legs around his waist before starting to walk towards where the young Lost People live.
As Harry takes short, slow steps to be as close to the cute boy in his arms for as long as he can, he hears the oh so familiar and calming sound of the river running close by. His wings flutter happily and he looks down at Louis' sleeping face before carefully taking off, his wings moving rapidly to stop them from falling to their death.
He listens to the rustle of Pixie wings and the usual giggle and murmurs in the highest part of trees and cracks a small smile, feeling how Louis snuggles closer to his chest due to the cold air. Once he knows he's close enough to the river, he starts descend into the ground, his wings falling delicately against his back once his feet touch the ground.
"Harry?" A quiet, sleepy voice mumbles and he flicks his eyes down to the adorable sight of Louis trying to maintain his eyes open and rubbing them with the back of his little hand. "Where are we?"
"Hey, bub..." Harry whispers, holding Louis closer to his chest as said boy tiredly wraps his arms around his neck. "I'm so sorry. I just need to do something before I take you to bed."
"Is it related to magic?"
"Yeah, love."
Louis eyes snap open at the mention of magic but they still flutter sleepily and Harry has the urge to run his slender fingers through the soft looking hair and tell him to go to sleep again, but instead gently puts him down on the grass-covered ground and takes a long step towards the running river.
He doesn't wait for Louis to follow, though he hears his little feet quickly padding after him, and kneels down in front of the water, sticking both hands into the freezing liquid.
"What are you doing?" Louis asks curiously, sitting down next to Harry and crossing his legs together.
"Would you like to see something really cool, Lou?" Harry asks, an excited grin forming on his face as he wiggles his fingers in the water and watches how Louis just widens his eyes and quickly nods.
"Yes, please!"
That's all it takes.
Harry joins his hands together under the water and closes his eyes, feeling hot, electric energy run through his veins as the tips of his fingers start to glow golden. Louis lets his mouth hang open and watches with curious eyes as Harry takes both hands out of the water, a small ball of water starting to form when he separates them.
"Woah," is all Louis can say, amazement filling his eyes and Harry's smile gets impossibly brighter. He moves his index finger in a circular motion and the water twirls along with it slowly, bubbles forming and popping inside it. Louis giggles quietly and his face immediately lights up with joy.
Harry feels his energy draining from the effort, as every activity involving magic would do but he pushes himself to keep his mentee happy for as long as he can muster. After a few minutes, aquiet yawn leaves his and Louis' mouth at the same time and he chuckles under his breath, giving the ball one last twirl before letting the water fall back into the river.
"Aw, why'd you-" Another yawn interrupts him. "Why'd you stop, Harry?"
Harry wipes his wet hands on the plain cotton pants and curls his arms around Louis' small waist, standing carefully as he picks up Louis once more, the boy resting his head on Harry's shoulder and instantly falling asleep.
"We're going home, sweetheart," Harry whispers, placing a soft kiss on Louis' forehead before taking off flying again, hovering over the now quiet and sleeping woods.
