Chapter four

Harry doesn't move closer but he does kneel down and holds his hands up in front of him.

'I won't hurt you, I promise, but you both look like you could use some healing,' all Harry saw was frightened wide eyes staring at him, 'My name is Harry, I was here visiting my parents graves, they died when I was little. I'm a good person and I would like to help, but I can see your scared,' again all Harry saw was fear but the older girl tightened her hold on the younger girl, 'I live here, just a few houses away, if you want, you could rest there, have something to eat and drink. But I promise I won't come near you or anything.'

'I'm thirsty Julie,' the little girl's voice said as she looked up at the older girl.

'I'm not sure if I should trust you, you have bruises and cuts over you. But Sandy needs food.'

'I can explain about the cuts and bruises if you want. But for now, why don't you come to my place and eat. I'll stay in front so you can see what I'm doing and you just follow, how's that sound?'

Julie looked down at Sandy who gave a small nod, 'Okay. Can you turn around?'

'Alright,' Harry stood and turned but he also moved a few steps away.

'Okay, we're ready.'

Harry nodded but didn't turn around, 'It's not far, a few houses down that way,' Harry pointed then walked off. He noticed a few people and very cautiously cast a confundus charm so the people walked off the other way. Then Harry opened the gate, leaving it open he walked to the door of his home and opened that. He stepped inside and moved away, 'I'll leave the door open if you want, so you feel safe.'

Julie nodded then stepped in with Sandy, but she stood near the opened door, 'Can you get her a drink?'

'I'll get you both one,' Harry quickly went to the kitchen and poured out two large glasses of juice and hurried back to the girls. He kept his distance, just stretched out and handed one glass to the small girl first, then to the older girl. He watched the girls drink, the small one never stopped, 'Do you want more?'

'No, this is good, thank you,' Julie took Sandy's glass then handed them back to Harry.

'I can get you something to eat, a sandwich, or fruit, anything, I have a lot of food here.'

'Do you have any banana's?' Sandy asked.

Harry smiled, 'Yes, would you like one?'

'Yes please.'

'Julie, what about you, some fruit, banana, apples, oranges, peaches, pears, mango, I have all different types of fruit.'

'An apple, please.'

'Be right back,' Harry hurried back to the kitchen, grabbed a banana and an apple, when he went back to the girls he saw the door shut and they were sitting on the floor near the door, 'Here,' Harry hands the fruit over, but still kept his distance, 'You could sit on the sofa you know, you don't need to sit on the floor.'

'We're not clean.'

'That doesn't matter, please, you should be comfortable,' Harry moved back so the girls would feel safe, then smiled when they both got up and sat on the floor. One thing Harry noticed though, neither girl had anything on, just the blanket he conjured, 'If you want, there's a bathroom downstairs and I'm sure I could find you something to wear, something that belonged to my mother.'

'But you said your mother died when you were little,' Julie said, looking suspicious.

'She did, but the house stayed closed up until I moved in a few days ago. It's the first time anyone has been in here since they died. The clothes I'm wearing belong to my father, so would you like something to wear?'

'Um,' Julie stared down at Sandy, 'they might need evidence.'

'Who, can you explain what you mean?'

'The police, they might need to see if there's stuff on us. I remember a long time ago I saw a show on police.'

'Okay, look,' Harry knelt down but kept his distance, 'I have a friend, a women, she's like a doctor, a healer. She could come here and have a look at you if you want, I won't make you. But I also have another friend, a man who's like a policeman, he's very nice and kind, he could come if you want?'

'I saw you pull this blanket out of nowhere and I've seen some strange things over the last few years, people with sticks that make things move.'

Harry sighed, 'There called wands,' Harry slipped his wand out of his sleeve, 'This is mine, I'm a wizard. The women I mentioned, she's a healer, we don't have doctors, but healers can fix things better than doctors. The man I spoke about, he's an auror, that's like a detective, sort of, it's hard to explain. But I can tell you both need healing, so it's up to you if I contact them or not. If you want, think about it, I'll stay in the kitchen so you don't need to worry. If you want the bathroom, it's just down the hall over there and on the right,' Harry moved slowly back and sat at the table, but he never took his eyes off the two girls. He thought the older one looked to be about fourteen or fifteen, the younger only looked to be about six or seven. He knew from the quick glimpse he got of the older one that she'd been hurt, hit a lot by the bruises she had, both were under weight, way too skinny and because they were naked, probably raped. Harry hoped that wasn't the case, but nothing else made sense to him. Harry sighed but his eyes never left the two girls and wondered where they came from, who did this to them, it had to be wizards or witches, Julie said she saw wands and things moving. So magical people had them and Harry wondered if they were muggles captured by snatchers or even death eaters, maybe they are magical but have never been told. He wondered how long they had been prisoners, he wondered about a lot of things. He had to wait until the girls decided what they wanted because these two girls were going to need help, a lot of help and Harry didn't want to frighten them by pushing, so he sat and hoped they would let him call Poppy and Kingsley.