A/N: This is 'Not a Bloody Kid', from Harry's point of view. Big thank you to everyone who favourited, and alerted. Special thanks to Lemo, Softball Angel, kirallie, LightLessStar, and the-bunnys-echo for reviewing.


He wasn't surprised. He had known that, even after leaving the wizarding world behind, he wouldn't be left alone. He had hoped, wished even, but it just wasn't destined to be that way.

He had been traveling around America for some time, and had only run into trouble a few times. After that one run in with a demon though, they didn't want to just forget about him.

They learned what not to do as time went on, which is how Harry ended up surrounded by six demons, with no sign of escape. They were slowly closing in on him, and though he might take down some of them he couldn't take them all on. He knew they had more waiting in the shadows, in case these six failed too. Normally Harry wouldn't feel overwhelmed. He was an extremely powerful wizard, and had defeated tougher opponents. He had been caught off guard, and was now suffering because of it.

He had been talking a stroll through the small town he had stopped at, just needing some fresh air. He had been on the road for days and was sick of driving. He had pulled into the first motel he saw and paid for a room. After throwing his bag into the room and securing it, he left to go for a walk. It had been dark for a few hours, but he wasn't worried. The light from the street lamps was enough to let him see the road in front of his feet. As he walked he reflected on the past few years of his life, how he had left the wizarding world and coming to America for so peace.

He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the person walking towards him almost ten minutes later, until they bumped into him.

"Hey, watch it."

"Oh excuse me. I didn't mean to leave you on your feet."

Harry, who had just kept walking, stopped and turned around. Harry's hand slowly inched towards his jacket, where he kept his wand on the inside pocket.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, are you looking for this?"

The man held up Harry's wand. The guy grinned and his eyes turned black.

"Call me Carl. Not a very sporty name for a demon, but there's no use in giving you me real name. You won't be alive long enough to use it."

Harry gritted his teeth together and put his hands above his head in an 'I surrender' position.

"What do you want with me?"

"I don't want the same thing every other demon wants, to possess you. But we both know that isn't possible. So, beyond that, we have orders to kill you."

Harry gave up the pretense of being at ease and ready to surrender, and lowered his arms.

"Well, if you haven't heard, you may find that kind of difficult to do."

At this the demon laughed, holding up Harry's wand again.

"Ah, yes. This little twig has quite a history. We have heard from reputable sources about its power. There is an easy solution to that."

Before Harry could as much as twitch, Carl snaps the stick.

Harry gasped, feeling as if a part of him was broken.

This caused Carl to laugh again, and motion to something or someone in the shadows just outside of the street lights glow.

They are immediately surrounded by men and women of varying ages, most looking older than 30. Normally this wouldn't be a problem for Harry. Normally he had his wand.

"Now that, my fellow demons, is how you deal with a wizard. Look at him. Without his wand he is nothing."

The insults continued to fly as the demons closed in on Harry. They taunted his lack of strength; they bragged about their fellow demons hidden in the shadows; they even made a crack about his intelligence.

Harry ignored them, prepared to fight to his last breathe. He wasn't about to go down without a fight. The closer they got, the more agitated he felt. He felt something stirring inside him, but wasn't sure what it was. He passed it off as an after affect of losing his wand.

Carl, the demon who had snapped Harry's wand, suddenly gave a signal. At this signal all the demons had lunged at Harry.

The next few moments were a blur of screams, fist, and a blinding green light.

When Harry opened his eyes he saw all of the demons lying on the ground, probably dead. It only took him a minute to realize that his accidental magic had taken hold of the situation and removed the threat. Upon realizing this Harry slumped a bit, suddenly feeling drained. The professors had been right. Wandless magic was draining.

He snapped out of his exhaustion as he suddenly heard applauding. A figure slowly walked out of the shadows, and it reminded Harry that there had been more demons hiding out.

"How many more of you are there?"

"Oh, it's just me. You managed to kill my weak little siblings. I would mourn, if I were the type. I'm not. So instead, I'm just going to possess you. That little burst of power drained you, didn't it? It will have also lowered your defenses, and I plan to take advantage of it."

As the demon was talking, he continually moved closer to Harry. Harry nearly rolled his eyes at the demon, until he realized that his defenses were indeed low. After shooting a nervous glance at the burly man the demon was riding, Harry bolted with speed reminiscent of his days as a seeker.

"Why? Why would you run? You are just delaying the inevitable."

They ran for blocks, Harry unfortunately tired quickly due to the magically drain he had suffered. The demon in turn had no problem catching up to him. Once he did he grabbed Harry, and quickly pinned him to the wall of a nearby building.

Harry whimpered slightly as the guy slammed one of his beefy arms into Harry's windpipe, effectively stopping Harry from breathing.

"Who knew the famous Harry Potter would finally run out of luck? Poor baby Potter, all alone, with no one to rescue him. Imagine how famous I will become if I were to possess the Harry Potter. I would be able to enjoy the use of all your magic, and I would have access to the wizarding world. It will be a beautiful thing."

The demon moved his arm away from Harry's windpipe, only to have wrapped a hand around his throat and slammed him back against the wall.

Harry whimpered again, and his vision began blurring as he quickly ran out of oxygen.

The demon continued taunting him, and seemed to enjoy the moment when Harry passed out.


"Kid? Kid! Wake up!"

Harry felt his head throb in time with the strangers shouting and groaned. He opened his eyes to glare at the person, hand going to his head to try and stop the pounding.

"Would you stop yelling? I'm awake. And I'm not a kid."

"Sorry. Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Harry sized up the guy kneeling beside him, and figured that this was the person who had saved him.

"I'm fine; could you help me stand up though?"

The guy nodded and stood up quickly. Once standing he reached his hand out to Harry to help pull him up.

"Damn you're tall." Harry grumbled as he let the giant help him up.

The guy just laughed and helped steady Harry.

"So, kid…"

"I'm not a bloody kid! I'm probably older than you!"

As he was ranting he suddenly felt dizzy and pitched forward slightly. The gentleman beside him grabbed him before he could fall over.

"Whoa there, are you sure you're alright?"

"…I feel really dizzy…"

"Come on, let's get you home. Where do you live?"

"I don't live here, I was just visiting…"

"Well where are you staying then?"

"… A motel..."

As he talked he felt his head swim even more, and nearly fell over again. The guy wrapped an arm around him one more and Harry couldn't help notice how strong that arm was.

"Let's try this. Hi, my name is Sam and I am staying at the Red Ridge Motel. I won't hurt you; I just want to get you to safety."

Harry didn't appreciate the patronizing tone the no-longer-a-stranger used, but replied anyway. He had begun to feel giddy along with his dizziness, and figured letting this Sam help him was the best option.

"I'm Harry. Good to meet you Sammy. That's funny, 'm staying at the Red Ridge too."

Harry then lost his balance again, nearly hitting the grass. Sam's arms wrapped around him were the only things that stopped him.

"Do you remember which room you were staying in?"

"Of course… It was…4… Or 8… Definitely one of those two… Or maybe 14…."

"Do you have the keys?"

"Mhmm… Here. I don't know why, but I trust you. Consider it thanks for saving my life."

He couldn't understand why he trusted Sam, but his magic didn't have an issue with it and that was good enough. He also just wanted the questions to stop.

"Thanks. Come on, I'll help you back to you're room."

Sam hauled Harry to his feet again, and wrapped his large arm around Harry's body. Harry leaned heavily against Sam and they began their trek back to the room.

A burning pain suddenly filled Harry's skull and caused him to gasp and grab onto the nearest thing, which happened to be Sam's shirt.

"Harry?"

Harry panted for a few minutes, unable to reassure Sam that he was fine. He felt as he slowly lost consciousness, and tried to warn Sam.

"Sammy… 'M gonna pass out now…"


Harry shifted, not sure what had woken him. He lay still for a moment trying to determine the cause of his return to wakefulness, and then felt someone removing his coat. He sat up and grabbed the person's wrist, and glared at them in the dimly lit room.

"What are you doing?"

"I was just taking off your jacket so you would be more comfortable."

"Who're you?"

"It's Sam. You met me earlier remember?"

Harry blushed as his memories of earlier returned to him.

"Sam… Oh yeah, the giant… Could you help me get the rest of these off too? They are all muddy…"

"Sure."

In no time Harry was laying in just his boxers. He shivered pitifully, and held back a groan.

"I'm cold…."

"Come on, under the covers. You should feel better in the morning; I didn't see you hit your head very hard."

"It hurts…"

"It will be alright. I will leave a note for you, telling you which room I'm in. You can come get your keys in the morning."

Harry felt himself slipping away again, and only half-heard what Sam was saying.

"…Okay…."

Harry closed his eyes prepared to fall asleep, when he heard Sam as he prepared to leave the room. He panicked a bit; he didn't want to be alone while he felt so vulnerable.

"Sammy, wait… I don't want to impose… But would you maybe…. Stay with me tonight…?"

There was a pause before Sam replied, but when he did Harry relaxed.

"I'll just sit by the bed till you wake, alright?"

"There is another bed. I always get a room with two, though I don't know why…"

"Alright. Goodnight Harry."

Harry heard Sam get undressed and climb into the other bed. He tried to make himself fall asleep, but he had become unexplainably cold. He lay awake and tried to keep the chattering of his teeth quiet. He heard the other bed creak after a little while, just before he heard Sam's voice just beside his bed.

"Harry? Are you still awake?"

"Mhmm… Kinda… Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, I couldn't fall asleep. Are you alright?"

"…I'm just a bit cold. It's nothing."

There was a pause of silence, and Harry tried to open his eyes. He couldn't though, as his exhausted brain refused to co-operate.

"Sit up."

"What?"

"Come on, sit up. Trust me."

"…"

Harry didn't say anything, but did as he was told. As soon as he was sitting up he felt Sam slip something over his head. It took him a minute, but he recognized the feel as Sam's shirt.

"There. That should keep you warm."

"This is your shirt. What about you? I have my own shirts…"

"I will be fine. I figure you probably don't want me going through your stuff. Just get some sleep, I'll take it back in the morning."

Sam guessed correctly, Harry didn't like others going through his stuff.

"Well, alright then…"

Harry heard Sam pad back to his own bed and heard the bed creak as Sam climbed in and got settled. Harry snuggled into the shirt, which was unnaturally warm. He felt his mind shutting down as his body warmed up, and uttered a few quiet words before letting sleep claim him.

"Thank you Sammy…"


A/N: Just to give fair warning, I'm not sure when the next update on this will be. I know a few things that I want to happen next, but it will take me a bit to put them all together. I will probably put it on a very similar update schedule to Shadow Protector. I will try for weekly updates, but it may be bi-weekly. I will warn you in the authors note of either story if it's likely to be more. Luv you all.