Notes: Title comes from You and I by T.a.t.u
You and I
Holding tight
You and I
Gotta fight
You and I
Side by side
You and I
For the rest of our lives
UNBETAED!
Chapter One: The Bravely of a Muggle
She didn't like it, at all.
But her mother of course persuaded her to find a job. She didn't mind working at all but what she didn't like is the fact she had to work as a waitress, with such a short skirt and as she noticed the day passes by her clients, well the cafe clients, especially at the end of the summer had been all guys and worst those eye perverted guys. Her mother knew her potential. She was pretty, long black hair, lovely round honey eyes with a nice body shape, round breast just the right size for her gorgeous body, and the nice thighs that just matched her waist. She was hot, as other guys said to her and she hated that compliment.
The tips weren't that bad. She could easily make around 60 to 80 dollar a day in her six hours shift but she couldn't stand the perverted offers those clients offer while their eyes desperately probe her breast out. The boss knew it, but according to him those were one of his best clients and getting into a fight with them can damage his entire career. He even volunteered to pay extra for it. She didn't like that treatment at all but her mother didn't earn much enough to pay the house and her school expenses, so she reluctantly agreed for the sake of helping her mother by paying all her own stuffs.
That's why she found herself getting a job at this metro cafe, who happens to be own by one of her mother's best friend and is the one paying her extra to tolerate the freak's stares she obviously consider offensive. However the clients on the cafe have grown over the last few weeks and many other girls joined the cafe's staff but none were as acclaimed as she was.
She had noticed the last months to be a bit of a rocket around the streets. Many news flashed upon the tv and over the radio about mysterious disappearances on families, murders, tortures and all sort of twisted stuffs a complete lunatic could do and that sort of news made her shiver down to her spine. The latest news stated to be a work of a mass demonic cult. For the past months there has been allot of policemen walking around the street, along with funny lawyer looking people sitting randomly around the block.
"Probably undercover cops," she mumbled, as she walked over one of her tables outside, placing one of the plate in front of her guess, "One hot Cuban wrap extra mustard," she repeated with a fake sweet tone to the older man, around his 40 as he winked at her, licking his lips. Her lips twitched in disgust and walked away before the man could do something disgusting. "I must love my mother so much," she mumbled, laying her tray on the counter where the orders were dispatched.
However her disgust washed off when she saw him arrived.
The young man was no older than 25 years. He was tall, well build and with the most messy pit black hair she had ever seen. He wasn't as pale as she was but the tone matched his build perfectly and his bright emerald eyes behind the round black-framed glasses. He always dressed with turtleneck sweaters and low hip jeans, not too baggy but not too tight. Everything around him linger perfectly especially when he noticed her as he sat don't on his usual spot and smiled at her.
"Hello James," she said as she moves swiftly to him, "The usual?"
James, looked up from his chair as she place his coat on the table, "Thank you Lil"
James, as he said his name was, was the only client Lil love to serve, "perhaps because he's extremely handsome," she giggled to herself as she served him the usual hot chocolate he drink as he read the newspaper the young man always seems to bring with him.
She glanced over to James's table as he opened the newspaper, scanning the area around him and in a flash, as he shook the newspaper, Lil swore she saw one of the pictures of the front page move. That caught her off guard and made her spill the hot chocolate a little as she walked over to the young man.
James smiled warmly at her as she hand him down the drink, "You're the best," he whispered.
Lil giggled, "Always a pleasure."
As she turned she noticed a man, with a gauntly dark face standing on the next store door against the wall, pretending to read the newspaper apparently tacked from the stand infront the store. He had a long black cloak around him, and a black hat matching his cloak almost hiding half his face. What just caught Lil eyes was the cold gleam on the blue men eyes, staring past her. Lil gulped, she knew who was behind her, she could easily see his reflection from the cafe's crystal entrance.
James was looking away from the men, unaware of his presence while he sip on his hot chocolate, newspaper forgotten on the table. Lil felt her legs tremble a little; having known such situation just make her nervous. What if something terrible happens?
Lil felt extremely guilty at the comment that crossed her mind now seeing as the gauntly man, dropped his newspaper, reaching inside his cloak for something his cold blue eyes fixed at James.
He's going to kill James!
Lil didn't know what drove her to do this but as the man drew a long stick out of her cloak she dashed over to James, Knocking him off the ground, screaming, "Look out!" as a raspy cold voice shouted at the same time "Sectumsempra!"
Lil felt something never before. For a second she thought her body was being ripped into sheds. Like a invisible demon ripping her skin off, blood flying everywhere as a loud terrifying and agonizing scream came from her. Soon other screams filled her ears while others around her scattered away from the scene. She felt her body slipping down, her gaze blurry but her head never hit the hard stones of the café, instead she felt how two strong arms grabbed her softly to the floor level.
"Oh Merlin!" she hear James exclaimed holding the girl in his arms as she felt hot liquids run down her arms and the rest of her body. "Shit Lil!"
Her eyes came into focus with the image of the concerned emerald eyes of James. "Hang in there Lil! Kingsley!"
"I'm on it!" replied a strong voice from behind. Lil saw how James, duck down a string of hissing light and passed by his head, shaking the strands of the messy hair. As she looked over to her side she noticed half of the tables scattered on the floor along with people lying still, while others screamed, running away from the mayhem of various strings of light flying on different direction and spoken words that sound it was coming out of the Latin dictionary she had at home. She felt someone grabbing the tip of her jaw, turning her gaze over to James again.
"Stay with me!" he exclaimed taking something out of his pocked and stuttering," Fini-nitem Incantat-tem!" She didn't felt the pain go away but the blood stopped oozing off her multiple wounds and her gaze became blurry again, a cold wet feeling rising from her arms and forehead. Her eyes were starting to roll up while everything started to swirl, the sounds almost muffled.
"Take her to a hospital!" the strong voice of Kingsley exclaimed, "We're almost over Harry! Hurry before she dies!"
With a growled of despair, James lifted her up on his hands and ran down the street, ducking the strings of lights flying at his direction.
Harry Potter never felt guilty as he feel right now. He ran desperately, pushing people away, earning squeaked and protests from the people around that were soon replaced by gasped at the body of the young girl bleeding in his arms. At first be thought of St. Mungus, but taking a Muggle there and explaining the situation when waking up would be rather troublesome and so his mind prefer to look for a nearest hospital.
"Where's the nearest hospital?" He should out load, as he stopped, scanning the area around.
A tall old man with gray hair broke the silence pointing at the building two blocks down the street, "Not the best but the nearest." Harry thanked the old man, and ran over the white tall building the man just pointed out.
"Lil, stay with me!" Harry exclaimed as the girl let out a small moan.
If it was someone else, Harry probably wouldn't have done this, but the girl has been very kind to him since he started visiting the cafe to scout the area. She was also a valuable resource upon the oddest things happening around. From time to time Harry would order the same drink to gain the trust of the girl and was able to bond with the waitress to the point of using her to know any odd activity around the cafe. Not to add the girl was very attractive.
She jumped between the guy to save me! His mind screamed. What kind of Muggle would do that kind of thing to a stranger? What if it was a gun and the guy had fired a hole on her head. Obviously that showed how much the girl cared for him.
How much she likes you, he thought, his cheeks feeling a little hot.
In minutes he arrived on the Muggle hospital, bursting over the emergency entrance with the girl in his arms. The scene was greeted with gasps and screams from the waiting room. Blood was dripping down his own hand and Lil's legs to the floor. "Help!" Was al Harry could muster, "Please!" he said desperately to the started nurse over the counter. Everything became fast pace; three blue dressed nurses who saw the scene from behead doors dashed out to the waiting room with a stretcher. Harry wasn't told twice as he laid the bleeding girl on the stretcher and now held to her hand. An older man came out, dressed with a white cloak. He had a statoscope over his neck, and placed a pair of latex gloves. He tried to open the eyes of the girls, pointing a flashlight to her eyes. The nurses were hastily placing tubes and needles over the free hand of the girl and with a jolt they started to wheel the stretcher away from the waiting room into the hallway. Harry did not let go of the girl, and completely ignore the nursed calling out to him to stay.
The man opened her mouth, holding the flashlight on his and his other hand looking for a pulse on her neck. "We're loosing her!" he exclaimed.
"Do something!" Harry exclaimed desperately at the words.
The doctor looked up, with a stern expression, "Get him off," he whispered to one of the nurses.
Harry felt his blood boil and held the urge to curse the men, he shook the nurse away as he follow them to a white room with curtains in the middle and various machines, "I am not letting go until I know she is safe!"
The doctor sighed, as the nurse stopped moving the stretcher and set it in a comfortable position on the room. "She has lost allot of blood," the doctor replied looking over the top of his square glasses, "We don't know if we have the necessary to get her to a stable position."
Angrily Harry rolled up his right sleeve and showed him his pale arm. "You have everything here. Take all you need and safe this poor girl."
"We don't know if you are the same blood type-"
"I don't care! Do something!"
The third nurse took over on the needles from the table placed beside the stretcher by the second nurse and placed it on Harry's forearm.
"What are you doing!" The doctor exclaimed to the nurse. "We cant do that without the proper paperwork-"
"I'm trying to safe a live!" She exclaimed to the doctor, "If we don't move, "she continued as her needle was filled with Harry's blood, "Another live will be lost!"
She twisted the beginning of the tube filled with blood, and locked the containing and the flood of blood from the needle, "Hold it," she said to Harry, placing his left finger on the needle. Harry felt a little dizzy at the feeling of the needle; he was never fond of them. The nurse wiped a bit of blood from Lil and placed the gash along with Harry's blood into a microscope. In few seconds, she looked away from the machine, Took a tube from the table beside the machine and locked it to where Harry was holding the needle.
"Same type, "She said shortly. The second nurse nodded, left the room and in a matter of seconds came back, carrying plastic bags with labels on them.
"What is your name?" The second nurse asked as she passed one of the bags to the third nurse, who continued to attach it to Lil's arm.
"Potter," he said weakly, as the second nursed connected one of the bag to the needle he had been holding. "Harry Potter"
"Well Mr. Potter, I hope you had a good breakfast because this will wear you out for a long time." She said as Harry eyes saw how his blood passed from over the thin tubes, to the bag and then travel to a series of other thin tubes, connected to Lil' while the doctor work on healing her.
He felt a cold shudder travel over his body and looked away. "For a good reason," he mumbled, "All for a good reason."
Next Chapter: Hunted for the Saviour