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Wyatt Lazarus

It had been a complete accident.

 

Over the last year he had been encouraged by his progress within his makeshift potions lab. The empty classroom had seen many triumphs, a few failures and a couple of breakdowns along the way. It was his safe space within the castle where no one could bother him. Then… his concentration had faltered; the potion turned a little too green and he found himself with a burnt arm that he could only explain to the staff at the hospital wing as an accident.

 

He was certain a stay within the wings wall was unnecessary. Wyatt lay on the bed, grumbling that just because he had refused to tell the staff how he had gotten injured, he was being treated differently. He did not want his lab to be found and taken from him. The potions were the only part of his life that he could control, that were there for him, that usually didn’t betray him.

 

Unlike certain fifth year hufflepuffs.

 

Wyatt sighed.

 

It had been a long time since he had spoken to Desmond. The start of the year they had uttered a few words, then he had fallen back into his usual silence. Resting his head against the pillow, knowing he wouldn’t be getting any visitors this late at night, Wyatt wondered when his life became a walking muggle soap opera.

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Desmond Potter

This year it was crazy, he had not spent that much time with Milo, and he was almost always spending his time with Seeley. Even trying to see his own family members was hard to do. And one cousin was even in his own house. It was just odd, to think that because he was a fifth year that life got crazy. But he was sneaking around trying to be able to study for OWLs and not have anyone know he was thinking about them and wanting to move on. 

 

Desmond was laying in bed one night, when something hit his head. Glad that it was his head and not someone else like Nox or Phillip. That was not something he wanted to deal with at this time and it was late at night. And there was something on it that said Wyatt was in the Hospital Wing. 

 

Knowing that he has barley talked to his best friend, since their falling out, Desmond grabbed a robe and walked up towards the common room and made his way out of the common room. Making sure that no one was around he didn’t know what time it was at all. 

 

And some how he was able to make it to the wing and hoped that no one would ask what he was doing there and hoping that he was going to be able to find Wyatt there and not looking around to much. And that was when it happened and Desmond smiled and walked in. 

 

There was his best friend, laying on the bed. “Wyatt? Is that you?”

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Wyatt Lazarus

He had rolled over slightly when he had heard footsteps. His side ached – probably not the best move – however he did not want another awkward conversation with the staff at the hospital wing. No doubt they were going to be retrieving his head of house in order to interrogate him further. He was already planning his “great escape” in the early hours of the morning. If he could just remain as silent as possible until that point, he had a chance off…

 

“…Desmond?”

 

Wyatt turned back towards the entrance. His side panged once more and he uttered out a small grunt of pain as he slowly sat up. For a moment his ran his eyes up and down to ensure that Desmond was not injured. Why else would the boy be in the hospital wing by choice? When he noticed nothing out of sorts, he wondered whether it was possible to distract the healers sooner.

 

“Did you get a detention or something?”

 

That was the only other explanation the Gryffindor was able to provide for his ex-best friend’s appearance. They fell into a silence that he had no desire to break. Well, he had no idea how to break. It had been a long while since he had to force himself to try and have a conversation with Desmond. They were once in sync. They were once in formation. Now? Wyatt knew that he had no place in the other boys world.

 

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Of course Wyatt thought that he was her because of detention, but it was funny. Since a few years ago he wasn’t getting detention as much as he used to. Which was something he was shocked about since he still did things that could easily get him into truoble, but he wasn’t worried about that. He was worried about his best friend, even if they havnt talked in months - years - Desmond didn’t know any more. 

 

“No detention, I have came to check in on you.” While they didn’t talk often it didn’t stop him from caring did Wyatt. 

 

Looking around it seems like no one else was there. Hoping that Wyatt wasn’t going to kick him out of the room, but Desmond would have understood if that happened. 

 

“Can I come closer and see what happened. Someone told me a potion went wrong and I had to make sure... make sure you were okay.” 

 

He he would be so upset if something happened and Desmond didn’t come make sure things were find. 

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Wyatt Lazarus

Check on him?

 

Wyatt was floored at that comment. They hadn’t spoken in what felt like forever. They hadn’t shared a kind word, nor remotely looked at each other in shared classes. It seemed that day would be one for surprises. First, he had ruined his potion, then he was reunited with the one person he had actively tried to avoid. Still, for some reason, he did not want Desmond to leave.

 

“Sure.” Wyatt replied eventually. He slowly sat up and rested his back against the pillows. The pain potion was kicking in, though he wondered how long it would last. How had Desmond heard about this? Then again it was Hogwarts. A secret couldn’t be kept for more than a single minute before someone found out. “I was a little silly with a certain ingredient. My potion became unstable annnnnd…” he lifted up his burnt right arm. It was covered in salve that would smooth it over. “I’m still alive.”

 

Just.

 

He did not know whether he would survive this meeting with Desmond. If it ended badly, then his fears would truly come to life.

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He didn’t care that they had not talked in a while, he will always think of Wyatt as his best friend, no matter what anyone was to say to him. Wyatt was someone that he cared for a lot. And when he said that he was able to come in, there was a small smile on his face and he walked in and hoped that nothing horrible was about to happened. 

 

Wyatt started talking about what happened. “I am glad that you are alive. I am very happy. When I got the letter it freaked me out,I just didn’t know what to think at all. I had to know that you were okay. I couldn’t think of us not talking and then you…” Desmond was trying to not let anything happened. “Then something happen to you and there was nothing that I could do about it.”

 

He hated it, hated not being friends with Wyatt at the moment. He wanted everything to be fixed. 

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Desmond actually cared about him?

 

Wyatt was surprised the words that were being spoken. He had spent so long believing that the friendship they had shared had been mostly one sided. He had spent so long believing that they would never speak to each other again. It was the reason he had remained distant – wanting to make it easier for the both of them.

 

Yet… Desmond was here. He had somehow heard about the accident and had come to make sure he was fine. If Wyatt had any thoughts about telling the Hufflepuff to leave, they were removed by his longing to have an actual and genuine conversation. Realising that he had yet to speak, Wyatt looked back towards the other boy.

 

“I… I would want to know you were okay as well.” He said eventually. “If you were in an accident.”

 

Wyatt then let out a small sigh as he finally spoke the words he had been hiding for a long while.

 

“I’ve missed you.”

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He never stopped caring.

 

Not once since their friendship was thrown from the rocks and just kept falling. Desmond always cared about Wyatt. Knowing that Wyatt might not known it since Desmond made no effort into talking to his friend but he couldn’t hide it anymore. 

 

When hearing that Wyatt would want to know the same thing. It made Desmond smiling, knowing that it was true what Wyatt was saying and seeing him laying there hurt Desmond since he didn’t know what happened beside what was told in the letter and it made him sad knowing that he found out from someone else. 

 

But he was here. “That is a nice thing to know, I miss you also Wyatt. These last few years with out you they...” He took a deep breath. “They have sucked with you.”

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It seemed liked Desmond actually felt along the same lines as Wyatt. The thought alone caused a sensation of grief and hopefulness, mixed with the knowledge that they had spent years apart in the same frame of mind. In all honesty, he felt like the break had been needed. He had learnt a lot about himself through his solitude. He had managed to perfect a number of potions, to blow up a few and to realise that he had never been upset in regards to the circumstances of their friendship breakdown.

 

“I… I can’t apologise for what I said back then.” Wyatt said, as his words circled around his mind. “I was very hurt for a long time. Just as I know you more than likely were. I do regret that we haven’t been able to be like we were for so long. There were so many moments I just wanted to tell you something – then half way to the Great Hall I would remember I wasn’t speaking to you and the pain would restart.”

 

He let out a pained sigh.

 

“I didn’t just loose my best friend, Desmond. I lost the only brother I have ever known.” There. He admitted it. “I don’t think I can ever let that happen again. I can’t let anyone in. What if it happens again? What if there is an argument that breaks my heart in two once more when I still haven’t completely fixed it? I missed you so much Desmond… but I have to protect myself.”

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There was a lot that happened with them, and it was something that he wished that he was able to take back all the bad things that happened that lead up to this point. The reason why they would be having this conversation.Knowing that this was not a conversation that he ever wanted to have with Wyatt at all. 

 

“I don’t expect you to, those are years I wished I was able to get back. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He didn’t and he hated that this was happening. “I wished you could come to me, there is so much that I want to tell you. I always wanted to tell you and just say how my day was going or something like that.” It was sad that he wasn’t able to do that, and Wyatt had been his best friend for so long and still was to this day, no matter what anyone said. 

 

He was trying to not get sad, but it was something that was just there. He wanted to cry, but no one has ever seen him cry. 

 

“I understand that Wyatt. I would love to be your friend again and hang out. I don’t want to go though this life thinking what if. I want to be friends again, but if you don’t want to I shall leave you alone.”

 

Hoping that he wasn’t going to have to leave.He didn’t want to leave.

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“I don’t want to be friends with you again, Desmond…”

 

Wyatt started after the Hufflepuff has spoken. He could feel the emotion coming through in his speech, he longed to just reach out and bring him into an embrace. He did not move for the fact he was still in pain, and the fact he was trying to carefully come up with the words to reply. The fact he wanted to protect himself was true and obvious. He hadn’t changed his mind in the last couple of minutes nor did not want to allow himself to feel pain.

 

However, he also did not want to lose the one connection he had made on the train to Hogwarts in first year. The fun times he shared in the first few years were still fresh in his mind. Wyatt blinked back a few tears – he was not going to show emotions if he could help it – and he spoke his next few words.

 

“… I want my brother back.”

 

Wyatt looked towards Desmond fully for the first time. His eyes were wide, his expression was full of a wistful hope. In this moment he may just be able to get back the one person who meant the world to him. Well… one of them. He had a long way to go before he could get his second best friend back as well.

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Those words, they hurt. Hearing that he didn’t want to be friend with Desmond. Knowing that they had some of the best times when they were friends. Something that he enjoyed and it was nice to have those people in his life. The ones that were going to be able to help him in the long run to be able to do his best and not just be super lazy, which was something he was. 

 

Desmond was ready for the words to leave, but what he wasn’t expecting Wyatt to say that he wanted his brother back. Desmond was holding back tears. That is all he wanted with Wyatt was to be friends again, he was thinking the brother friendship level that were at was something that was far from reach and Desmond wasn’t ready for it at all. 

 

“I want my brother back also.”

 

He looked down, hoped that while there might be a lot of work ahead of them to be able to get things back to where they were he wanted to go though the rest of fifth year and the start of sixth year with Wyatt by his side and not feel like there is an empty part of him that he was never going to get back. 

 

“So… does that mean.. mean we are good?” He hoped that it did. He really wanted it to mean that they were going to be good again and be friends again. He just hoped.

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Good.

 

“It means…” Wyatt paused as he tried to formulate the words. There was a lot of time for the two of them to get back what they once had. It would mean a lot of conversations. It would mean a lot of time spent together. They both had changed a great deal over the years, so he knew that they needed to reconnect. “…it means when sorting night occurs for sixth year you will find me in my potions laboratory. It’s the unused classroom where we had the ‘experiment’. If you come and find me, then we can work on our friendship.”

 

He was offered the boy a way out.

 

Wyatt did not want to allow himself to be hurt once more. If Desmond did not show during the sorting night, then he knew their friendship was over completely. If the boy did show, then he knew that they would be able to be friends once more, and maybe even be the brothers that they once were.

 

“It’s up to you, Potter.”

 

He sounded amused more than anything else. There was no animosity in the name he said, not like there had been in the past. It was almost said in fondness.

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