It has been seven years since Harry last saw his tree. One day he decides to visit it. He gets in his car and drives and drives, all day long, so he can see his tree. 

But when he gets there, the tree is gone. 

"No!" He say feeling tears start to spill down his cheeks.

He gets out of his car stumbling numbly to where his tree used to stand. Where there should be empty ground, except...

...a young man stands in it's place.

"Are you okay?" the man asks.

"My tree..." is all he can say. "It's- it's gone."

He falls to the ground sobbing. "My tree," he cries. "Not my beautiful tree. I love you please come back to me" he says. "Louis," He whispers. "Please. I love you."

The man sits down next to him on the grass, and tentatively places a hand on his back.

"I'm sorry about your tree," he says.

"I loved it." 

"I know."

"I gave it a name and every thing. Louis. That was it's name."

"That's a nice name for it," the man said. "That is my name too."

Harry turns to look up at the man. He now notices the feathery brown hair and the brilliant blue eyes.

"I don't believe it," he whispers.

"What?" Louis asks.

"You look- you look like my tree. Like how I imagined him to look if he were human."

"I'm sure many other people have brown hair and blue eyes. It does not seem uncommon."

"No. You look exactly how I pictured it. The jaw line and everything."

"Well, that is strange, isn't it..."

"Harry."

"Harry."

That was the day they met. They day they became friends.