-"The legend says that, two lovers... their love was so real, so strong that the gods themselves couldn't make it die, but when bodies die they must find another one, here, there, anywhere. And they found their bodies, next to each other, up there, in they sky, they go and live, and work at day, but every night they come back to where they belong. And every 3000 years, in their periods, that tends to be at the same time..."
-"Harry they don't need to know that part"
-"Yes they do... so, they... have sex, and create a new creature to the world, isn't it amazing?"
-"yes it is, but the're kids, they don't know what that means"
-"yes they do... good thing is guys, we don't have to wait too long for that"
-"ugh you're unvelieable"
-"and you haven't tried it with me yet, m'lady"
harry was just like any other boy his age. Sure he didn't have many friends but at least he had one. One friend was good enough for him. He was happy with this friend but the other kids treated him as a freak. harry didn't understand why. A part of him thought that it was because he was so different from others but it didn't matter. As long as he was with his friend, he knew everything was going to be alright.
At least harry thought everything was going to be alright.
He remembered being out on the yard playing with his friend.
He remembered a black car driving up to his house.
He remembered his parents both crying in each others arms.
He remembered being taken to the hospital.
harry wasn't sick. He didn't have to be in hospital. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him. He went to school just like every other kid, he did his work just like everyone else, he even did his chores with minimal complain. But there was one problem.
That friend wasn't real.