A/N: The story is an idea I got while reading Hogwarts read the series by MissCHSparkles and I give her full credit for the OC Romulus.

Harry woke up in the Hospital wing after what was a nasty accident in potions, he remembered inhaling the fumes from Neville's potion as he pulled said boy out the way.

As he got up Harry heard a pained whimper and walked over to the closed curtains. Looking around them he saw Romulus White wrapped in bandages, Romulus eyes grew wide as Harry came in but Harry shushed him.

"Don't panic you'll only hurt your self." Harry said in a gentle voice that he reserved only for those closest to him but Harry knew what a werewolf went through on a full moon, Romulus deserved the special treatment.

Harry adjusted the pillows ever so carefully, he lifted Romulus and checked the bandages and noticed the blood pouring through. Harry shook his head. "This is where he bit you." Romulus looked at the raven haired boy in shock when he heard the soft, almost pained note in his voice.

Harry unwrapped the bandages not saying a word and for some strange reason Romulus didn't feel the need to tell him to stop, he felt safe, well cared for and there was no point in waking Madam Pomfrey in the middle of the night.

Harry let out an audible gasp making Romulus looked down in shame , he should have known Harry would see what a monster he was, the scar that ran from over his shoulder down his right side and half his back. The old wound that Greyback had given him had ripped open last night at the full moon but what happened next surprised Romulus, he felt soft lips press against his skin, on the scar at his shoulder. Romulus relaxed as the touch left his skin, soft material brushed against his side cleaning the wound, fresh gauze placed against the rip and finally fingers gently grazed his skin as the fresh bandages were wrapped around his torso, chest and shoulder.

"Where did you learn that?" Romulus posed the innocent and obvious question and Harry didn't answer, his fingers lightly trace the place on his chest where material met skin looking deep in thought.

Harry looked through everything, he'd never tell his friends this but he felt that for some reason he could trust Romulus.

"My Aunt and Uncle hate me, they never hurt me but I was my cousin Dudley's favourite punch bag and his friends, for lack of a better word, loved to help. My relatives." Harry said the word with obvious disdain. "Couldn't care less so I had to learn to take care of myself." Romulus had a dark look.

"When I change my parents left me, I still live with them but they don't care." Harry gave him a small smile as he checked the bandages over.

"Your strange Harry, knowing what I am, most people would freak but you..." Romulus could see some kind of understanding in Harry's eyes.

"In my second year and this year all I've heard are whispers about how I should be locked up or sent away." Harry shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed. "I may not be a werewolf but I know what it's like to not be accepted, I've had it my whole life."

Romulus reached up tracing the raven haired boys hair line and he realised that there was more than just prejudice against his kind.

Emerald eyes looked into Amber ones and the two seemed to share something, a bond, knowing that they finally had someone their own age who understood.

"You should get some sleep." Harry said, his voice a little above a whisper. Romulus leaned back down and got into bed but just as Harry made to go he felt a soft tug on his sleeve.

Harry smiled at the older Slytherin and rather then going back to his own bed he slipped into the covers and rested his head next to the werewolf.

The next morning Madam Pomfrey was fuming and was ready to charge out of the hospital wing when Minerva and Severus walked in.

"Where is Potter?" McGonagall said crisply.

"I don't know, he wasn't in his bed this morning." Poppy said irritated but kept her voice quiet.

Severus kept quiet and walked over to check on his student and was shocked at what he saw.

"I believe I've located Mr Potter."

Poppy and Minerva looked in and nearly awed at what they saw. Both boys laid facing each other taking shallow breaths with faint smile on their lips but in the night their fingers had laced together. Poppy, much to her delight could see the old bandages on the side in the waste container meaning that she need not wake either boy up though she did take a rather nice photo of the two.

Harry finally felt himself stir from the first peaceful sleep he'd had since the year began and could feel a slight warmth next to him. Looking at Romulus he could defiantly say that the hospital wing wasn't all bad.