Their first meeting had not been significant in the bigger scheme of things. Hadrian had been four and he had been strolling through the cobblestone paths in the upper tier of the Capitol. His twin brother Adrian and their Governess had accompanied him. The upper tiers, where their manor along with other nobles resided didn't require guards for them.

Harry was trudging behind his overly excited brother when he first spotted her. With her brown hair in a pixie cut and shining blue eyes, she had barrelled him over in her run away from some unknown pursuer. Harry had been displeased but that was all the thought he had spent on the rude girl until their second meeting.

Unlike the first, it had been much consequential and in that moment of time, their futures were written and intertwined. For the better or worst he doesn't know or will ever know. What he knows is what happened because of that single event. Years later how some people's worlds came crashing down like houses of cards because one boy got lost in the slums of Capitol.

Harry hadn't meant to get lost or ditch his parents. He had been distracted by the strange new world in lower tiers and had unkownly lost his family and guards. With everyone's attention on the boy who lived, it won't have been hard had it been intentional. But the bottom line was, he was lost and being cornered by four, big, smelly men. Harry was prepared to scream his head off when a man leered and pinched his cheek.

Harry was assaulted with a slew of emotions that had him on his knees with a cry.

Young witches and wizards do accidental magic when their cores are stabilising. It's a way out for the excess magic in their systems because unlike adults, children don't cast any spells. But even if the adults don't cast for a period of time they won't have accidental magic because their core is stabilised by seventeen. There are some children who are too powerful and accident magic is not enough. They tend to develop certain gifts that fade away as they age. Harry had the ability to feel people's emotions with a touch since he was two.

Because of this he always wore gloves and never allowed anyone outside his family touch him. Up until this day he hadn't known that it's possible to feel such negative and harmful emotions. Hastily wiping away his tears he glared at the laughing men. If his brother could vanquish the most powerful Dark Lord in history, he can face some thugs and survive.

But other than some convenient accidental magic that would have banished the men, he didn't know what to do. The best he could do with his magic was to levitate a feather. The men's laughter and jeering was interrupted by a sharp clapping sound.

Harry couldn't see past the men to find out the source.

"A kid? Really?" A girl's voice drawled. "Isn't he bit too tiny?"

"Are ya volunteering, girly?" One of the men said amidst others guffaws.

"It's a policy of mine to not volunteer for anything. Unless you are talking about murdering people that is." Harry was sure that the girl sounded bored.

The men seemed to not take the girl seriously and mocked her some more. One brave soul approached the girl. Harry stared at the girl's bare feet through the men's fat legs.

With a squelching noice and a gasp the man fell to the floor. Another man charged at her only to face the same fate as his friend. Soon enough the tiny bare feet were in front of him and he slowly looked up. With the sun shining high in the sky he couldn't make out much of her face but without thinking he accepted the outstretched hand.

Standing up he realised that the girl must be around Dylanin's age. She was the same rude girl who bumped in to him months ago.

"It's you!" Harry pointed a finger in accusation. The girl rolled her blue eyes in exasperation.

"Do I know you?" She asked mockingly.

"You pushed me in to the ground."

"Where?"

"Somewhere in the Upper tier."

"I don't remember. Consider saving your life repayment then."

"Ah. Okay." Harry felt kind of confused. Isn't she supposed to incur a life debt or something?

"You alright?" She wiped his tear stained cheeks gently with her rough fingers. He stared dumbfounded at her when he felt her loneliness and sadness through his gift. The man had felt malicious but her feelings felt unbelievably sad. He clutched his heart as new tears raced past his puffy cheeks. The girl looked alarmed and tried to wipe his tears again.

"Don't touch me!" Harry hiccuped through his melt down.

"Oh. Alright brat." She held his hands up in surrender. "Where are your parents?"

"I don't know. They'll come for me."

"What's your name?"

"Hadrian." Harry answered wiping away his seemingly never ending tears. "You?"

"Er" She tapped her chin in thought. "Call me Alexandria."

"Too long." He sniffled and tugged his coat more securely. The girl burst in to tinkling laughter.

"You can call me whatever you want kiddo."

"Dri" Harry decided. Alexandria scrunched up her button nose in distaste.

"That's unique."

"Good."

And so had happened their first meeting. Newly named Dri had left before his parents could see her but he had told his parents about the incident.

And so the time passed for Harry amidst the games and lessons with his brothers and friends. The days turned into weeks and months but Harry couldn't forget about Dri and her all encompassing sadness. He wished he could help her.

Harry was six when he met her for the third time. That time Harry had gone looking for her when he felt her brand of feelings while he was in the public library. She was passing by and he had ran after her.

Everyone felt differently to him. Adrian's happiness was different to their mum's happiness. They had different flavours Harry could distinguish. Though he was bewildered to feel emotions without direct touch he didn't hesitate to follow the familiar emotions.

When he ended up in a blind alley with a blond girl staring at him blankly, he was confused. The emotions coming from her said it's Dri but she looked nothing like the girl who saved him.

"Dri?" He questioned uncertainly.

"What?" The girl was alarmed.

"You saved my life. I never got to thank you."

"I don't know what you are talking about." The girl looked confused but her emotions were surprise and wonder. Harry took a step forward.

"Don't lie, Dri. I know it is you."

She sighed noisily and pinched her nose bridge.

"How. Do you?"

Harry grinned in victory at the girl. "It's your emotions." He shrugged. "I felt you."

"What?"

And so started the young Hadrian Antares Potter-Black's stalking of Alexandria and the consequent friendship between two very different people.