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HENRY SIRIUS POTTER was a bit different from his younger brother, Harry, in a multitude of ways. For one, Henry was less problematic than his brother, surprisingly, and to keep this list short, the second was that, well, Henry was bisexual.
The first people he had told were, of course, Wren and Hermione. He, Wren, and Hermione were just as close as Harry and Ron were in the sense of they were best friends. The girls reaction's were the best Henry had hoped for; They were instantly supportive. That being, her second reaction was the fact she realized it'd be even harder to figure out who he fancied.
As his second year progressed, he found it easier to subtly slip his coming out into a conversation. With the help of Hermione, Harry, and Ron, he made it known that he was one of the few LGBT students at Hogwarts. Most of everyone was accepting, and the ones who weren't were usually targets for Fred and George's pranks.
While Henry was close with the trio, he was apart of his own. It was him, Wren Harrison, and Spencer Matthews. Wren was a pale girl with freckles covering her face and shoulders, and her stature was fairly short. Her eyes were light blue, and her hair was long, and light blonde, with hints of platinum highlights. Spencer was tall, and had brown eyes with dark blonde hair. He had only a couple freckles on his nose but an obvious scar through his eyebrow from a childhood accident.
As for Henry's appearance, it differed with Harry's quite a bit. While they both had messy, brown hair, Henry had they eyes of his father rather than his mother. Another thing, Harry wore glasses, but Henry had twenty-twenty vision. He and Harry were the same height, around five foot five inches, the two were short for their age, but they couldn't care less.
Henry thought his life would finally be normal during his third year, but now he knew Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban to kill him and his brother. Not only that, but Henry was terrified of another thing as well; Falling for someone. That someone in particular, George Weasley.
Just the thought of him made Henry so frustrated, he could barely function. But, of course, he could always play off the interest well with a few eye rolls at a stupid joke, when really it made his heart melt in his chest or when he'd make some sarcastic remark when one of Fred and George's pranks backfires, when honestly all he wanted to do was tell him how insanely creative he was.
Now, in the freezing temperatures of early December, he's laying flat on the snow just on the edge of the Black Lake. Hermione, Ron, Spencer, and Wren went to Hogsmeade without him since he wasn't allowed because of Sirius bloody Black. There was no use in trying to hang out with Harry, he snuck off to Hogsmeade using some map Fred and George had given him.
If McGonagall or another professor were to find him out near the lake, he'd get into deep trouble. He's already been told repeatedly to stay away from anywhere a dementor would be. After the attack on the train, and the boggart he had faced in Defense Against the Dark Arts, he and Harry were told to avoid all danger. Easier said than done for the Potter siblings.
"Forgive me if I'm wrong," A familiar voice said, Henry's eyes snapped open at the sudden noise, "Shouldn't a teenager be hanging out with his friends when he doesn't have class?" He identified the voice when he stood up, Professor Lupin.
"Not when someone's out trying to kill people," Henry replied, since school started, Lupin had become a parental figure to Henry and Harry, he was different from the other professors. "Spencer and Wren said they'd bring me back something, though."
"That's good, yeah?" Lupin asked as they looked out at the nearly frozen lake.
"For the most part. I don't think its very fair that I can't go to Hogsmeade myself. I've been for the last two years, and now every professor I see says, 'You can go to Hogsmeade with a killer on the loose.'" He said, "I don't know who the hell Sirius Black is but he's a real arse for this." He mumbled. Lupin just sighed; Henry and Harry both reminded him of James.
