Lemniscate

Thirteen

At the edge of a pond is where I find myself a few hours later. I'm not entirely sure how I got here, I just remember running. I don't even know why, just that I had to. Had to get away, just for a moment, which turned into hours...

I'm rambling, my mind is in shambles, I need to calm down, but I can't. I can't get that terrifying image out of my head.
They were just playing... It was only a joke....
But it doesn't feel like that to me, not after everything I'd been through, not after what...
I should go back. Tom's probably worried. But, every time the thought enters my mind, I linger a little longer, until it's almost dark out. They'll find me soon.

Tom

"Harry!" I'm trembling, so upset that I can hardly walk. I have to sit down for a moment to collect myself, then am instantly back up, searching as I have been for hours. Tears start to drip down my face again.
I've never felt emotions like these, never. They hurt, deep down, something that magic can't heal.

I'm not sure exactly what happened. We were joking around, and Harry was laughing, and then he was gone, tears in his eyes. I think it might have been something I said... Perhaps me joking about how "evil" I am...

But now he's gone and lost, and he could be hurt, and...
I keep searching frantically. I'm scared. Scared that I might actually lose him.
If I hadn't been looking thoroughly, I might not have seen him.
His green shirt blends perfectly with the grass; his face is covered by his arm, so I couldn't see him at first. His breathing is slow, calm, as if he just needed a break; however he jumps up, instantly on the defensive when he hears me. He relaxes at the sight of me, though.
"Harry," I sigh, moving towards him and wrapping his lean body in my arms, "Everyone was so worried about you."
Harry buries his face in my shirt, and I hear him sniffle a bit, "I'm sorry. I just... I don't know. You said something about killing the other you because he hurt me, and my mind just caught a few words and translated it into killing me, and the you called yourself evil, and I just..." I can see the tears now, "It reminded me of when I had nobody to turn to, and I panicked. I just needed a minute, but I couldn't calm myself enough to explain, and... I'm sorry," he mutters again, and I scoop him up, causing him to let out a surprised squeak.
"C'mon. Let's get you home, okay?" he nods, "I love you. I won't ever say otherwise, and if I do, slap me, 'kay?" Harry grins lightly, giggling.

Harry
I laugh a little, loving how Tom can so easily cheer me up. I suppose I should let my heart lead me more often, especially if it leads to this