If there was anything Harry Potter was good at, it had to be keeping secrets. Unless you count telling his friends, and Dumbledore somehow finding out, and Hagrid reassuring him about things, and the snickering he hears from Slytherins and- okay..Maybe he was bad at keeping secrets. But this one was big. How would he cope with everyone knowing the cravings he had? The longing for his childhood - the one he never had? How could he possibly handle one platinum blonde, green-clad slytherin boy who knew too much?