a/n: hey guys. I am sorry about the extremely late update. My dog had gotten really sick a few months ago and we recently had to put him down.

I'll try to keep the updates more regularly. I would appreciate it if you can comment about how you like the story so far.

I don't own Harry Potter or the Provost Guard series.

Enjoy!

~Tee

Chapter 4

When Harry woke the next morning he wasn't alone. Laying next to him was a sleeping Beka, being careful not to wake her Harry carefully maneuvered out of bed. The sun's rays were barely raising over the windowsill, casting a warm light across the wooden floors. Pounce the black cat was watching him as Harry walked over to the water pitcher to pour cup of water. Little Harry felt like a fool, he had gotten so worked up over nothing yesterday night. Beka had warned him about what her job would entail and asked for him to stay in the room, but he didn't and now she might get in trouble. He bit his already raw lip, and contemplated leaving. It would be better for Beka so she wouldn't have to look after him anymore, plus he can take care of himself. He knows where to get food and semi-clean water. With that thought Harry quickly began packing, he didn't have anything with him when Beka let him sleep in her room on the first night. But now he has new clothes, and shoes. He takes the clothes off and changes into his old ones, being careful about folding them and putting them in a small sack on the floor. Next he take out some old bread that he stored under the bed along with a small cut of cheese.

But before he can even unlock the door, he hears Beka move. Glancing over was not a good idea because there she was sitting up in bed watching him. Her hair was a mess, but her light grey eyes looked bright.

"Are you sure you want to leave?" She asked, watching him. "I was just about to have breakfast, would you like some before you go?"

Harry's body betrays him, as it begins to shake. "Y-yes please" he whispers, now looking at dulled doorknob. He tilts his head down letting his hair fall over his face, he was about to leave; Beka wouldn't have even needed to know where he was going. He was a needy child that no one liked because he took up too much space, and was too loud, and ate too much. Harry knew this was true because his Aunt would tell him that every day. And now here he was taking up Beka's space, eating her food and being a burden she didn't need to care. A wet sob rolled up and out his throat, and he was then crying.

"Oh Harry," He hadn't heard Beka get out of bed, but there she was warm arms wrapped around him. She turned his body around so his face was nestled into her neck as she held him. "Don't cry. You don't have to leave and you are not a burden little one." Oh no! He must have spoken aloud the thoughts he had, now she knew! Oh god now she knew!

"I'm sorry! I'll leave, you don't need to look after me...I can feed myself and-" He was silenced with a gently placed kiss on his forehead right over his lighting bolt scar.

"Oh hush, you are not a burden. I wanted you here, so relax and sit down while I get us situated for breakfast" As she went to stand Beka's legs gave out, "Oh hells."

"Beka!" Harry panicked as he watched Beka fall, "Are you okay?" He fretted around her, he noticed her leg muscles twitching. "Do your legs hurt?"

"You hit on the mark kid, can you unlock my trunk over there and hand me the ceramic jar please?" Harry did as he was told, the jar was quite large but felt almost empty. He handed her the jar and sat down.

After she finished rubbing her Mama's special ointment on her legs, the spasms went away and she prepared some breakfast for the two of them. As they ate some bread with a small summer sausage and a jar of jam Beka talked. "So today we can get you some more clothes and perhaps a I can buy a bath token for you as well. I wonder if they have any spare ointments for cuts and bruises at the bath houses I can buy. We can also go see the pigeons today and visit some old friends of mine later too." They spent about an hour or more just chatting, well it was mostly Beka talking and Harry nodded in agreement.

Once breakfast was finished, Harry sweeped up the crumbs into a small bag for the pigeons and placed a fresh bowl of water out for Pounce. Beka had placed his 'runaway' sack on the bed, and allowed Harry to change clothes. She changed into more common civilian clothing, keeping a small knife under her shirt. She tugged the shirt somewhat straight, found an old belt for the pants. "Hmm I think your hair needs to be trimmed as well. We will see if I can get it cut for you today, for now let's see if I can pull it back in a small tail."

She grabbed a small thin leather strap and a brush, soaked the leather in some water and brushed Harry's hair back into a small tail and tied it off. Some hair fell forward, framing his face with ink colored strands. "There! Now we are ready to head out." She took his hand in her's and headed down stairs.

Her landowner was oddly quiet as they left, but Beka didn't think much of it. She tugged Harry away from a garden window box, and noticed that Pounce had followed them out. "But I swear I locked the door!" Harry exclaimed as he saw the black cat sitting on the bottom step. "It's okay Harry, he somehow allows get out. He's magical like that." She ignores the flinch he makes, "Let's head this way Harry"

Beka turned and was hit with rotten vegetables. One square in the shirt and one glancing her shoulder. She made a motion to grab something that wasn't there, and looked for the enemy. She caught the culprits in the form of children, Orva's gixies to be exact. "What are you doing?" She asked, the wetness of the rotten vegetables soaking through her shirt.

*"Y' took our mama!" the eldest yelled, tears falling "Giver 'er back, y' stinkin' puttock!"* Beka swore, she knew this would happen. But before she could do anything, a strange feeling fell over her it was thick with static. The hairs on her arms stood on end, and the children across the street also seemed to feel the same sensation. "Wha'?"

"Why are you being mean to Beka!" Harry's scratchy voice carried over, Beka turned on her heel and blinked. There Harry was a few feet from here, there was no wind blowing yet it looked like Harry was standing in harsh winds. His hair had fallen out the tail and was flying around, she couldn't see his face but she had a feeling that if she could his bright green eyes would be glowing. "Your mama was mean! She hurt Beka's friend! You should be glad that she didn't die!" Harry yelled.

Beka went to calm Harry down, she had a feeling that if she didn't this could get much worse. But before she could do anything, Rosto was there. He shooed the frightened children away, and gave them each a coin. Rosto slowly made his way over to her, his eyes glancing over to Harry who calmed down during the exchange. Beka rushed over to him, placing her hands on his thin shoulders and looked him over. "Are you okay? They wouldn't have hurt me, they were just angry that's all Harry."

"They threw yucky vegetables on you, and we're calling you mean names." Harry's voice seemed to have vanished, all that was left was a raspy whisper. "And that's okay Harry, they can call me names and throw things at me. I wouldn't have let hurt me, okay?" She pulled his body closer and hugged his stiff frame. "Don't scare me so."

"M'kay." he whispered into her shirt.

Harry was let go, and he moved back. The tall blonde man that made the mean children leave had tapped Beka on the shoulder and afford her a wooden disk, he told her what it was and she passed the disk over the wet vegetables spots on her shirt. The wood glowed and the pieces fell off, and the stains disappeared. She thanked him, Harry concluded that they must be friends. He watched them but headed no mind to what the two of them were saying, instead he was thinking about what had happened a few moments ago. He did something bad again, he used his freakish abilities again. He used it last night when he got scared and now when he got mad. He needed to be more careful, he could hurt Beka!.

His thoughts were cut short by Beka gently tapping his shoulder, he looked up at her. She was grinning and holding two silver coins. "C'mon Harry if we hurry we can visit my old friends and buy some goodies for later." The tall man from before was gone, but it looked like he gave Beka some money. Was she not making enough money? Did she use too much on him already? "Oh stop thinking so hard Harry, or you face will be stuck that way,"

Harry patted his face, to make sure it wasn't stuck. Beka laughed, and smiled. "Hurry up Harry let's go meet Hasfush."

Sorry for it being so short, it'll be longer next update! Comment on the way out.