"How are you?"

"I am fine, as I have already told you several times before," the answer was like a trained reflex. Repeating every time that question was asked. Both of them knew it, well more or less. The raven not bothering thinking about it just wanting to slip into a fantasy world of his own making, were nothing bad ever happened. Harry had become rather good at it actually perfecting it when he still lived with the Dursley's. But this time it wouldn't be that easy, seeing everyone you had ever spoken to lying dead around you did that. Harry knew though that his companion would not allow them to take him to the mental ward. Being the precious boy-who-lived had its good points.

"We both know that is not the truth," the figure behind him said while taking short steps to stand besides him.

"Then tell me what is, amuse me, just don't expect me to laugh right now I feel a little tired," his answer, true to what the raven had said, sounded tired.

"I think you blame yourself, not such a large leap, considering it is in your personality,"

"Pentecost, why are you here really? It cant be for little me after all you got something more important to worry about," the voice had an irritating tone to it.

"I want to recruit you,"

"No. I won't, so take someone else,"

"Is there anyone you recommend? After all I thought you were the only one dwelling on these kind off things," Pentecost said, clearly a tiny bit amused behind the steeled tone and the impeccable mask.

"Not really, not anymore anyway, you know what? It might be fun, I will give you four years and after that I will quit," Pentecost turned and left the scene, having gotten what he wanted. A little light went off in his head and a tiny smile graced his lips.

"The Becket brothers will be happy," he said still walking towards the black car. When hearing the Potter heir turn around sharply, the smile grew larger. Who wouldn't jump at the idea of getting back to the only living friends in the entire world?

"I will expect you on Monday then?"

"Sir, yes sir," Harry answered a smile on his face but the former jaeger pilot could practically hear the stiff pose in his new subordinate. No worries there, that would go away, it is only a matter of time. Like all others the young lord would heal.

This might become a multi-chapter but I feel that if I don't continue it will not be this weird thing (I don't know what to call it) I think (or rather I want it to be able to be a one-shot if I don't write more on it. As you might have noticed it is sometime after the whole Voldemort scandal thingy (my brain don't want to work today I am so sorry). Also it shows that Harry knew the Beckets before but somehow broke off contact (probably in fifth year or something, might become a story on its own or a flashback chapter in this one) and that they meet up again in this story (or might not be story, I don't know so I won't promise anything). I don't know what Harry should work as so please leave a suggestion in the comment box below. For NOW (or for EVER) it will stand as completed.