Opening his eyes, he found him staring into pools of a liquid blue, they were a beautiful cobalt blue, with what seemed to be patterns of cornflower blue, it gave them the impression of the ocean after a storm. "It's you" he whispered, as he felt his magic rejoicing, it was skimming along his arms and towards his savior, the pull was like nothing he had ever felt before. He felt like he couldn't breath but at the same time it was like this angel was helping him breath with every breath he took himself. It was like his magic was already stronger as it played around them with his mates magic, like it finally was complete. "It's me" the redheaded spoke back his voice full of amusement but also concern, his voice soft but easily heard over the crowd's screams from the fall, and cheers for the catch. "The names Fred Weasley, or Forge" he said with a roguish smirk as he placed Harry on the ground. "Hartford Riddle, but call me Harry, everyone else does" Harry whispered back, suddenly now they weren't touching he felt cold and alone but also embarrassed. Suddenly the fluttering in his hand gained his attention.