Hi guys! I'm back with another chapter of The Creature! Sorry this took so long, I have just been more active on my devainart account and kinda forgot to update this, also, school work is pilling up again so I'll try to update this story when I can again. So anyways, enjoy! (I already wrote disclaimer like 6 times now and so what's the use in writing it again.)

"Talking" "Parseltongue" 'Thought'

Thinking

(Harry POV)

I wish I knew where Sirius is. Everything seems so new! The weird buildings, those people holding those machienes (Was that like their wand?), that weird invisible voice, and these weird bunch of people! Though they seem pretty cheerful, that Clint guy had something really off about him. Why was he starring at me like that? Why did he seem so familiar? Jeez. The sooner I get us out of here, the better! That's when it hit me, I still had my wand! I bring it everywhere I go! I can create some distraction! Though that would give the whole wizard thing away. Welp I already showed parseltongue and that Hermione and Ron turning back to humans. Welp, there that plan goes. Hmm...think Harry, think! What would Sirius do? He got out of Askaban afterall. But, that was just cause he turned into a grim, I would be too big to get out of here like he did. Hmm maybe if I could transform near the edge of the building, so I only destroy the side of it and let Ron ride on me, Hermione can fly. Yeah, I guess that would be the only option other than counting on that python. King, still clinging to my shoulder, keeps his gaze on Clint, no even flinching. Maybe he could help.

My thoughts were interrupted by Steve's voice, "Hey, you ok there?"

I flinch a little, "Y-yeah I'm fine, why?"

"You seem troubled, that's all."

"Oh."

"Hey I wanted to ask ya, you aren't from around here, right? You can't be living your life in cave, cause you'd be in some ragged clothing or something, ya know. So where are you from? Sorry if I'm asking too much."

"No it's ok. No, I'm not from here, neither are they, we, uh, are just exploring...?"

"Well I'll take that as an answer now, but I'm warning you. Don't go causing trouble around here or we will have to use force, ok?"

I nodded.

"Good, now come eat something, you must be starving," Steve waved his hand in signal to follow him. I breathe out a breath of relief. That was too close. Better act not suppicious a little more.

I got up out of my chair and followed Steve up to a table with food on it. I guess a bite wouldn't hurt. I grabbed a paper plate and helped myself to some chicken and ham. I just felt like eating just meat for some reason. Maybe it was my animigus talking, I dunno, neither did I have to worry about that right now either. I sat back down in the arm chair I was in and began to eat. It didn't taste half bad actually. It was only until after I finished 6 chicken legs, that I had actually seen how much I had eaten. I hoped no one was looking at me. I put the plate and the bones in the trash can and when I turned around I stopped cause Clint was right infront of me, glaring suspicion and daggers at me. King hissed at him. I almost had forgotten King was still there. I tried to hide worry away from my face, but the look on Clint's face means I'm not hiding it well.

Then Clint spoke up, "I don't know what going on with you, but something tells me I have a bad feeling about you and your friend, especially you. Now I don't wanna cause any trouble, but I will shoot arrows into your eyeballs if you DARE stir up ANY trouble at all. I feel like I've already met you, but I can't seem to put my finger on it where."

I didn't speak, with the fear of letting something slip by accident.

Clint lowered his face to my level, "I'm warning you, kid. Got it?"

I nodded.

"Good," he then returned to sit in the armchair I was just sitting at. Man that guy already hates my guts and I didn't even do anything! This just puzzles me more and more. Hmm. Now that I think about it, this would be the perfect time to see if they know where Sirius is. Luckily, I spot Tony pooring his third glass of alcohol. I got up to him and tap him lightly on the shoulder. He turns around at him. His face a bit red. Great. He was slightly drunk. Maybe I could still talk to him...?

"What's up, Harry?" He asks.

"Oh um, can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure ok. What's going on?"

"Um have you seen a man, about you're height, in black, dirty robes? He has black hair and a mustache. He came out of the cave before we did...?"

Tony starred at me with a blank expression until he finally spoke up again, "Yeah I think I've seen him. He's being questioned and stuff."

I am very sorry for not updating this sooner! Sorry for the short chapter, but I will try to make the next one longer. I am thinking about getting some suggestions on little details on hoe the story should go down cause I'm struggling with writers block. :/ Anyways, sorry for any spelling errors. Hope you liked this chapter!