Ner words in this chapter: 3,058


"Talking"

'Thinking'

{Talking on the phone/over the fireplace}

{Text message}

–Parseltongue–

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV


Chapter III

–With Batmobile at the Park–

Friday, 13 September 2013

WG's POV

Will picked his phone as his class finished. Someone had texted him a picture of a massive black dog in a batman-style guide-dog harness and leash.

{Fater got m a mobile. Im at te park. Fater treatening to put Snuffles in classlessons.}

Will smiled and wrote back, not commenting on the typos.

{What did Snuffles do?}

{Undid te special knot tie tat fater bougt m.}

{Mini-Doctor Lecter?}

Will started packing his things. He glanced at his wristwatch. He could pass by the park.

{Tat's wat I said!}

Will chuckled.

{Which park?}

A picture was sent as an answer of Harry and Snuffles besides the Clifton Park's sign. The boy had obviously already managed to get someone to do it for him.

{Give me 10.}

{I could giv yo 20 and not now diference.}

Will smiled sadly. Harry needed to learn to use the cellphone enough to know the time.

–BT–

HJP-L's POV

"Someone's misbehaving." Harry grinned at hearing the Professor. "We need to bath Snuffles before your Father catches sight of him."

"He followed after some ducks, I believe. Next thing I know, he fell on a pond."

"And he looks completely proud of his feat." Professor Graham agreed, which made Harry snort.

His phone started ringing.

{Father is calling. Father is calling. Father is calling.} The phone rang.

"Go on, I'll look for somewhere where we can bath him."

Harry put on his earphones.

{Sir.}

{Are you still at the park?}

{Professor Graham just arrived. Why?}

{I have an FBI Agent on the waiting room. I was going to leave and pick you up, but I may take a while longer than I previously accounted for.}

{Well, Professor Graham is here now. Just ring me if it's anything to do with my relatives.}

{I will.}

Harry stored the mobile.

"The gardener is letting us use the hose."

Harry took out the jacket and pulled up his shirt's sleeves.

"Father had an unannounced FBI visit. He will stay a while longer than expected."

"That will give us time enough for the cleaning. You should take that leather and stick from your forearm as well."

Harry took out his wand holster as well as they arrived the Gardener's hut.

"You can put your things inside the room, Chap." The Gardener offered.

Harry let Professor Graham take them inside before they approached the dog.

–BT–

"Do I want to know why you two are completely soaked through?"

"Most likely not." Harry argued truthfully.

"Come on. Let's go home. You need a change and those clothes some dry cleaning. I don't care what you say about Dobby. I still prefer the old-fashioned way when it comes to clothes."

Harry chuckled and stood.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better: Professor Graham was even worse than I was. He tried drying me with his own jacket."

Dr Lecter hummed.

"I'll have to ask for his laundry bill."

"I know you don't like mess. Even Professor Graham noticed it. Which is why we bathed Snuffles in the middle of the park with a hose instead of enjoying the free space."

Dr Lecter stopped walking and Harry tensed. That wasn't a good thing. Was it?

"Thank you. Mud?" Harry nodded, uncertain if the other was seeing. "Water is always better than mud."

Was that a compromise? "Am I getting into trouble?"

"No more freeing Snuffles when you are alone. Although, I don't believe that I can consider your friendship with the Good Will as someone trustworthy to keep any of you out of trouble."

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Where indeed. And no, you are not grounded. Do remember: I am not your relatives. I don't ground you for just breathing."

"That was just one single time. I had this cold and I was breathing really loudly… I am digging my own grave again, aren't I?"

"As your previous Psychiatrist and actual Father, Harry, I'm happy that your relatives are dead. For both your mental and emotional's sake."

Harry blushed and they arrived the car. Snuffles was set in the back, Harry's jacket in the backseats and Harry sat in the passenger seat.

"There is a difference? Mentality and Emotionality?"

"Mental is the way you see things. Emotional is how you feel about it."

"My psychic."

"Indeed. Besides bathing Snuffles and having it bath you back when you were done, what did you two done?"

"Talked about dogs mostly. His mind was somewhere else. I believe he was on the field earlier and just needed to release some tension."

"He told you that?"

"Not… really. It's more like… remember I said psychic? I believe my blindness intensified my powers. I can sort of see emotions."

"That's fascinating."

"Uncle Vernon wanted me to learn to use it as a bat's radar. Yet I'm using it in a lot more elaborate than that. Being still a freak."

"No!" Harry jumped afraid at the sudden order. "No using that word to describe yourself while you are a Lecter. Understood?"

"A 'thing' or whatever people want to name it in their own language." Harry argued petulantly.

"We will have to have a massive conversation about your low (practically non-existent) self-esteem. Until then, I don't want to listen to this degrading treatment of your own self."

"Yes, Sir."

–BT–

Saturday, 14 September 2013

Harry walked down the FBI Agency. Dr Lecter was in an office having a work-related conversation. Harry entered a classroom and sat on one of the front chairs. Didn't take long for students to start entering and sitting. He stayed quiet as he finally felt a man enter the classroom and stand before the class, getting ready to start.

"Settle down, everyone."

It amused him that he managed to enter uninvited and attend a class not meant for him.

–BT–

HL's POV

Hannibal left the office with Jack Crawford to find Harry's seat empty. Of course.

"Where is Will Graham's classroom?"

Jack glanced back before guiding him down the corridors. They arrived the room where Will was – as he'd mentioned – doing a psychoanalyze class.

"Found what you were looking for?" Jack whispered.

"Yes, my teenage son."

Jack immediately turned towards the teenager obviously out of place and that Will probably hadn't even looked at twice. Jack knocked on the seats wall and entered, making Will stop and look back.

"Excuse me my interruption, but we have a squatter in the classroom. Mr. Lecter, if you don't mind?"

Harry stood from his place by the front row. The 13-year-old male didn't even look ashamed.

"Goodbye, Professor Graham."

"Goodbye, Harry." Will agreed and showed, towards a surprised Jack, how the two already knew each other.

Hannibal entered the classroom and made Harry set his hand on his forearm, before guiding his son away.

"Excuse me for my son's misbehavior, Jack."

The Agent shook his head as he walked them towards the exit.

"I was just listening." Harry argued.

Hannibal smiled at the joke.

"And we will have to have a talk about the disappearing from my sight to appear next to Will."

"Not the first time you two met?"

"I once entered into a blank and, when I was finally stopped, it was Professor Graham who stopped me in the middle of the road in… Wolf Trap?" Harry finished, turning his head over at Hannibal questioningly.

"An hour drive away from home." Hannibal agreed.

"You were lucky then that it was Will of all people to find you."

The teenager nodded and they arrived the entrance where Snuffles was sitting down besides an officer, almost like mocking the human and copying his stance. People passing-by stopping to take pictures. Then again, Magical Creature with an out of usual intelligence must be normal when your adopted son is a Wizard.

"Snuffles, we're going now." The dog stood at once and hopped forward with its Batmobile harness on its mouth. Hannibal leaned down and put the harness on, before setting Harry's hand on the leash. "There you go, Bruce."

Harry chuckled.

"My very own Batmobile."

Hannibal stood and cleaned himself as Harry and Snuffles walked away at fast velocity.

"I don't remember anything about a son." Jack pointed out, probably not meaning to say it out loud.

"Harry was my patient. His relatives moved from the UK this summer after the accident that ended with Harry's blindness. He was put with me to cope with it but last week his relatives were killed."

Jack stared back.

"The Dursleys' case?" Hannibal nodded, wondering if he'd be found out for… that. "How much does he know of what happened?"

"He thought it was the same person who blinded him. I had to tell him for his own relaxation."

Jack nodded as Snuffles sat beside the car and Harry grabbed the trunk door, waiting. Hannibal picked his car remote control and unlocked the car. Harry opened the trunk and Snuffles hoped on. Blindly but easily Harry reached his hand up to close the door again.

"He is reacting well. I don't know how he arrived your office, but if he blacked out enough to appear in Virginia, I should say you are doing a great job. Most people I know react negatively and are afraid of any noises they hear and stay indoors."

"He is a special case. Like good Will."

"You are the specialist, not me."

Hannibal nodded and left. He had someone to hunt down later. Harry tilted his head puzzled when he entered.

"I won't enjoy what you are magicating in your head, will I?"

"Do you want to see something you won't enjoy?" Harry shook his head and the warm feeling around the car disappeared as it went inside the boy. "I have work. Where do you want to go?"

"The park."

Hannibal started the engine.

"You know what I am." He commented. It was all he said.

Harry, for his credit, didn't tense.

"From the way you related their deaths. I asked Dobby to get me the articles and then to read it to me." Harry's head tilted back towards Snuffles, which Hannibal could see through the backway mirror was looking right back. "Am I a bad person if I don't freak out at the fact that you are a killer?"

"Do you freak out when the butcher kills an animal that is then sold and brought to your house to be served?"

"Should I?"

"Then why should you with humans? They are animals too, are they not?"

"Our dinners?"

"You tell me." Hannibal argued amused.

Harry frowned as he thought about it. Hannibal let him. It was not every day that your adopted Father hinted at cannibalism.

"Kanibalas, right?" Hannibal chuckled at Harry's train of thought. "Well, it's not like I have much of a choice, do I? It's either you or being shipped by the Social Services back towards UK and His arms."

"I'm certain Will would've take you in." Hannibal argued amused.

"He is definitely not Social Services' stamp of approval."

"He is an FBI Agent."

"He lives in a house in the middle of nowhere with a pack of mutts. And you are a psychiatrist with a Manor with three floors if you count the ground floor. Plus the basement."

Hannibal smiled as he parked.

"Good to see you finally speaking without any redundancies."

"My relatives made me abhor saying the M word as if I was the gay that wasn't allowed to come out the closet. You accepted it as if I was talking about a school career instead."

Hannibal chuckled at the comparison.

"Using the homosexuality comparison you used: aren't they born instead of taught?" Harry frowned. "You can't teach a straight to be gay, can you?"

"But you can teach someone to be homophobic."

"Exactly. You can't stop yourself from being what you are, but your relatives were being a rude magicphobes."

"That's not even a word." Harry argued with a laugh.

"Does it matter?"

Harry shook his head with a smile.

"I have my mobile, earphones, wallet and wand."

Hannibal leaned back to the backseat and grabbed a shoulder bag.

"I prepared you a lunchbox."

Harry accepted the batman bag that Hannibal had bought on a whim. He pushed his shaded-glasses up his nose and left the car. Hannibal waited as he walked around the car to let Snuffles out.

"If I get bored I'll catch the bus home."

"Do you have the key?"

"Dobby will open me the door." Harry argued before closing the trunk door and approached Hannibal's door window. "What will be for dinner, Sir?"

Hannibal couldn't help the laugh.

"What do you feel like eating?"

"I hear lungs is needed a refined taste." Harry put in.

"I know just the dish then." Hannibal agreed. "Something simple for a first-timer."

Harry nodded and turned around to leave. One hand holding Snuffles leash and the other holding his bag over his shoulder.

"Good day at work, Father."

Hannibal smirked. He was never wrong and Harry had been the best impulse he had have so far. Harry would probably never be able to fully live by himself, even with the Magic Sentiency he was winning.

–BT–

Sunday, 15 September 2013

HJP-L's POV

{I need a way to shut up my mind.}

Harry frowned at Professor Graham's distress call (as they always called these texts in the cartoons).

{Bad case?}

{Worse.}

{With Batmobile at the park.}

Harry leaned down and freed Snuffles, who touched his muzzle against Harry's cheek in confusion.

"Professor Graham is having a bad day and needs a dog-hug."

Snuffles stayed still by Harry's side until, suddenly, Harry felt his ear turn and then he ran off, followed by a humph.

"Jesus, Snuffles, you are heavy! What has Harry been feeding you? Rocks?"

Harry chuckled, picked his shoulder bag and the harness before walking slowly towards the other, hand stressed out.

"I told him you needed a dog-hug, Professor."

Professor Graham laughed and his hand grabbed Harry's to show him where he was.

"Definitely. This was exactly what the professor ordered." He agreed.

"A pair of paws on your shoulders?"

Harry tensed and turned at once towards his appearing adoptive Father. Instantaneously, he felt Snuffles appear in behaved-stance by his side.

"It's therapeutic. Many shrinks use animals to help calm down stress." He offered.

"Which of us has the Doctor on his Lecter, Harry?"

"Doctor Who." Harry argued.

"As far as I know your Gallifreyan Doctor isn't a Lecter." Dr Lecter argued amused. "And, Will, if it calms you down and you manage to tutor that mutt, you can do whatever you want with it."

"I'll try my best, Doctor Lecter."

Harry smiled, avoiding the strained voice, and approached Professor Graham.

"Are you hungry? We owe you a meal."

"I don't want to impose, Harry. Besides, I have to be in Duluth early morning, I have to go catch a plane."

"Good, so do we." Dr Lecter agreed. "Jack wants me to accompany you tomorrow since he has a meeting about the copycat with his superiors."

Harry could feel a tenseness in the room (which was a bloody park!) and wondered what Dr Lecter had done to the Professor the other day in the meeting.

"Very well. Just keep it professional, Doctor Lecter."

"I'd rather prefer we'd end up being friends." Dr Lecter argued and an amused tone played with his voice.

Harry felt someone approach from behind and an arm offered itself to him to grab by his side.

"I don't find you that fascinating."

Uncertain, Harry took the forearm to him offered. Only for Dr Lecter to grab the bag and leash.

"You will."

Harry couldn't help the shiver at the certainty in that statement. It was so alike Him.

–BT–

HL's POV

Hannibal watched as his son walked with Will. The two most fascinating people he had ever gotten the pleasure of meeting. That one day would be his. Totally and completely his.

–BT–

Monday, 16 September 2013

HJP-L's POV

Harry sat down at the backseat as he heard gunshots inside. He picked his phone and rang 911.

{911, what's your emergency?}

{I'm at Bloomington, Minnesota with Professor Graham from the FBI Academy and my father Doctor Lecter. I'm inside the car. I heard screams, then a door being forced open and now I just heard gunshots inside the house.}

{Very well. What's your name?}

{Harry.}

{Harry. Can you see anything in particular that you can tell me about?}

{I'm blind. And 13-year-old.}

{Very well. Then what can you hear?}

Harry closed his eyes.

{Nothing. Father and Professor Graham must be inside the house.}

{Are the car's doors locked?} Harry reached a hand and pulled the button down, before humming affirmatively. {Good. Help is on the way. Please stay on the line, Harry.}

Harry obeyed until the police car and ambulance finally arrived. He hung up and left the car, to hear a gurney being rolled down towards the ambulance. Slowly, Harry approached Professor Graham against the car's boot and grabbed his hand.

"Who was hurt?"

"Teenage girl. The daughter." The Professor answered and Harry could clearly hear that he was in shock.

"Father?"

"Ambulance. Keeping her alive." The man added the last part in an afterthought.

Footsteps approached and Professor Graham tensed.

"Harry Lecter?" Harry nodded, still holding unto Professor Graham's hand. "You did a brave thing calling the 911 when you did. You most likely saved that girl's life."

"I heard gunshots. My Father is a doctor. Not backup."

"Do you mind letting us have a couple minutes with Special Agent Graham?"

Harry released the sweaty hand and took a hand to his pocket, taking out a 10 inches staff which he opened and used his blind walking staff to walk away.

(TBC)


A/N: Detail: Will is bathed in blood – his hands – when Harry joins him and holds his hand, so technically Harry's hand is now bloody

To anyone commenting about Harry's typos. It's a touchscreen and he is writing totally blind. I had a blind girlfriend and this was how she wrote during the first year

Next chapter: Bait

~Isys