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Answering The Call

Little Whinging, Surrey 11:01 P.M.

The street lamps seem to give a shudder then winked out as two girls appeared. The two stood there for a moment in shock. The taller one recovered first and whispered "Where are we?"

Carman replied back, "I don't know … wait Dal! Where are you going?" Dalinda put a finger to her lips in response and motioned for her to follow. The elder girl shook her head but followed anyway.

The multi-colored girl analyzed her surroundings as best she could in the abnormal darkness. She felt Carm's stare upon her back but couldn't help but continue towards one of the identical houses. It felt like the boy's call but no noise came forth. That alone scarred her far more then the cries had. Dalinda went to make a round of the house but Carman stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "Dal, what are you doing? … Ok I know what you're thinking but why are you thinking it?"

Dalinda turned back and to Carman's surprise her eyes seemed to glow like an animal's would at night. "It's the boy Carm. He's in this house; and like I told you, I'm getting him out and right now that means breaking in."

Carman nodded her head, "Alright Dal, but I should probably warn you that your eyes are glowing like a cat's."

The scheming girl blinked in surprise, "Good to know … might explain why I'm able to see better… But where's the light coming from then?" Carman shrugged her shoulders in response. "Oh well better things to worry about right now. And look, the perfect place to enter!" She pointed towards a window to what looked like the living room.

"Ok, looks good. Now how are you going to get in?" Carm only received a fox grin and saw her multicolored friend fish into her pocket for what was most likely a knife from one of their used-to-be friends. The curly brunette shook her head when she heard a click and had the silent thought 'I hope they don't have a security system.'

"They don't," Carman looked up to see Dal already in the house holding out a helping hand. Together the two snuck up the stairs as the pull grew stronger. They ended up in front of a door with far too many locks. Dalinda stopped to listen for the deep breathes of sleep akin to her own home and started to pick the locks. They both stared intensely at the locks trying not to panic as the pull began to fade. After a minute she broke through the last lock and opened the door to horror. A tear struck "No," softly filled the air as the two friends ran over to a bloody pulp of a young man.

Carman glanced over at her friend, "Dal we have to get him to a hospital."

"We don't have enough time, besides the fact that we don't know where one is around here. We need to get him out of here though."

The boy suddenly opened his eyes, a beautiful green and the girls we're struck by them. "*cough* get in the closet."

Dalinda turned to Carman with bright eyes. "Control what bleeding you can. I'll go break into the closet and then we're getting the hell out of here comprende?" Carman nodded fiercely and followed her soul sister's lead from suburban white girl to military leader and went into doctor.

As Dal vanished downstairs, Carman started asking questions. "Where doesn't it hurt? What hurts the most and what kind of pain? Most importantly, what's your name?"

He stared in wonder at the savior before him, "There is nothing that doesn't hurt, and one of my cracked ribs is about to poke a hole in my right lung. My name is Harry Potter."

"Well … fuck .." Carman muttered under her breath. "Keep your breathing as steady as you can for now while I clean you up a bit." The young doctor felt a bowl of water and a cloth beside her. "Thanks Dal," she muttered as she began to clean him up. Carman continued to do so for a minute before she realized her best friend had yet to return. Staring at the supplies, "Where the hell did that come from?"

The young man in pain stared up at her in confusion. "I assume you used magic to summon what you needed." Harry replied softly to avoid aggravating his wounds.

The girl above him rolled her eyes, "Magic? … right, if anyone would end up being able to do something like that It'd be Dal. She's certainly weird enough." Looking down at her patient Carman was shocked at the disgusted glare sent her direction as detest radiated off of him. "What did I say?" Harry shook his head and didn't respond. At that moment Dalinda reappeared.

"Ok, I have his stuff. What do we need to do in order to move him and get the fuck out of here?" Seeing the dark glare herself Dalinda met eyes with her sister to convey her unspoken question.

"We need to do something about his ribs. Otherwise if we move him to much one might puncture his right lung." Carman replied and shrugged her shoulders in a silent response."

"Hmm, do you have anything hard in your luggage, …" Intending to say his name the almost thief blushed realizing she didn't know it. "Erm … What is your name?"

"Harry, and I have some books in my trunk, but be careful some of them have a tendency to bite." Harry laid back as she replied with a soft snort and started to searched though the items. Trying to relax, he thought of the two girls 'They know my name but I only know one of theirs, Dal. Such a peculiar name and the two have odd accents to go with. I wonder where they're from.' Hearing a loud squeal he tried to bolt up but was gently held down by his temporary doctor. "I am soo fucked." Harry muttered aloud as he heard his Uncle wake up from the odd noise.

"BOY! I told you not to wake me up! If you think you're in pain now just wait 'till I'm done with you!"Thunderous steps made their way towards the door and Dalinda jumped up to block it.

"Who the hell is that?" Carman shouted as best she could in a whisper as her sister relocked the door from the inside and broke as many of them as she could to buy some time.

"That would be my Uncle and you two need to get out of here now. If he finds you two he will kill you." It was his turn to be shocked as twin glares stared him down.

"The hell we are, not without you! You called us now we're getting you out. Carm do something quick so we can scram. He's about to break through the door." The door then lurched forward and the guarding it almost slammed her head against it as she shoved it back.

"Boy! Let me in now you ungrateful little shit!" Everyone grimaced at the door.

Staring at the door Carman spoke "he sounds like your step dad when he's pissed and what?" The last in reply to Dalinda's demand.

"How did you two get here?" Harry asked as wheels started to turn.

"Umm well, we kind of poofed here." Carman replied with the proper hand motions.

Harry rolled his eyes, "And you don't believe in magic …" He pointed to his temporary doctor. "You hold on to your friend and myself, and both of you need to concentrate very hard on where you came from." The two did as he said and right as the fat lard broke down the door the three disappeared.