Harry's POV:

I gulped at the sight of her arms around my waist, her tiny body so pale she could've been a ghost. But that wasn't why I was so nervous, I was nervous because I was already wrapped around her finger and I would do anything for her. When she let go of me I asked:

"Do you have anything to sleep in?" I asked. She shook her head.

"I'll be right back, stay here." I sprinted down the stairs, out of the house, into my own, ran up three flights of stairs to my room, and grabbed and the first shirt I saw, out of my closet. I ran back down the stairs, out of my house, into Louis's, back up the three flights of stairs, and into Lily's floor.

But Lily wasn't there, where was she?

I heard a soft ringing sound from the floor below, I peered down the stairs and saw Lily running with a glass of ice water, climbing up the stairs. When she reached me she thrusted out the glass to me, never spilling a drop.

"I thought you'd might do that, so I went down stairs and got you something to drink." I mumbled a quick thanks and took the glass, and gulped it all down. I was still thirsty so I started sucking on the ice. Lily pried the shirt out my sweaty hands and left for the bathroom. When she came out the shirt came down to the tops of her knees, she held it out to read.

"Holmes Chapel, est. (established in) 1974," she read slowly, "What's Holmes Chapel?"

"It's where I grew up," I set the empty glass down, carefully on the staircase.

"I suppose you should go to bed seeing its 10:30," I nodded to the clock, but Lily almost looked scared.

"I'm, uh not tired, I'm still on America time." I cocked my eyebrow.

"And I don't want to be alone," she mumbled and looked down at her bare feet. I knew what I had to do.

"Come on, lets watch a movie. I'll pick."

"But I don't see a TV in here," I smiled and just patted the bed.

"Lay down and you'll see." I went over to the DVD player and inserted the disc, I was going to play The Boy in the Stripped Pajamas. I knew that it would make her cry, and when she did, cry she'd cry into my shoulder and then from then on, she would feel secure and safe in my arms.

On the ceiling, commercials started playing and Lily gasped, her eyes as wide as when she saw the house for the first time. I laughed at her expression, then snuggled next to her, getting under the comforter. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and stared up at the movie.

I watched her during the flic and listened to the story about a young boy who was the son of a Nazi officer. Their family moved to a house in the woods, and one day the boy went out exploring and found a concentration camp. He met a boy his age, with stripped pajamas, and befriended him. As the story rolled on the boy realized that his friend was the enemy, a Jew. And in the end, the boy came into the camp with his friend and died in a gas chamber.

Lily did indeed cry and she wept on my shoulder until I have her a big hug, she cried into my chest. I stroked her hair and rubbed circles into her back, comforting her. I stayed in that position until I realized she had fallen asleep. I pulled covers over her shoulders and tucked a pillow under her head. And before I left, I gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Sweet dreams," I whispered.