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He was finally going to see him again.
He was finally going to see best friend for the first time in 10 years.
As he stood their looking at the oak doors, he realized this was the first time in 10 years that he was truly, properly scared of being rejected.
Scared of what he would say.
Scared that he wouldn't want to be friends.
Scared of losing the one person that had cared about him all over again.
The doors opened and Harry stared at his fri-no the stranger who walks through. If he looks hard enough he can see the little kid he defended from the bullies, the kid who was always just a little bit sad, yet never failed to make Harry laugh. The guy standing in front of him was alien and he wasn't sure what to make of that. Harry could still see the hidden pain, but now it was paired with a weary expression and darkness under his eyes and Harry isn't sure what to make of that either.
Harry slowly climbed down the stairs until he reached the bottom, all the while, watching as he took a couple steps forward until they were barely a yard apart.
All of a sudden Harry let out a laugh that echoed around the room for a couple seconds before it fell silent again.
Then he laughed and all of a sudden they were both laughing. Harry closed the distance between them in two long strides and pulled the other boy into his arms.
And incased in hi-Peter's arms, he finally felt at home.