Welp. I am a failure of an author. This is the first time I have touched this story in a while. So, sorry to all those who are interested in it. I have a couple of chapters for you soon. So, sorry for being a procrastinating ass, and here ya go.


Chapter 9

"He walked off, leaving a hoard of dumbfounded gazes behind him."


15 Days or So Later - Kenny Roger's House, Unknown Location:


He was feet away from Kenny's house…. And it left a lot to be desired. Not that he was judging or anything-because he totally wasn't the kind of guy to do something like that; but still…. It looked a bit neglected.

How he was lucky enough to find this dump *cough* place in the middle of the Arizona dessert was beyond him. He just knew the general direction, and he had gone from there. It was really hot, but felt nice, and there was just a bit of a breeze for him to survive the walk. There was a weird looking bird circling above where he woke up though-were the buzzards making a move?

But hell. Did he even have the right to go in there and ask for help from some guy he had known for less than a couple weeks? Did he have the right to burden him with his own problems… when it was becoming oh, so, obvious that he had his own to deal with? Duncan didn't want to, and he wasn't even sure if he would help, not after what was circulating around the whole school by now.

How the freaky orange kid had gotten eaten by the giant fire breathing dragon-monster.

Kids ate that kind of crap up, he'd be lucky if the entire county hadn't heard it by lunch today. One glance at the sky later- hell. It was well past noon, they already knew everything.

So there was no point in delaying the inevitable.

Walking up to the door, he took a deep breath and put his hand up to the door and knocked. Someone was on the other side in a second, tugging it open. He had to weirdly hold in the knee-jerk reaction to tear the door off his hinges. It was strange, because it was harder to ignore than ever before. It was like his instincts, which had been in the back of his mind, had suddenly stomped their way to the front of his mind.

Or close to the front anyway.

"Ken!" He hissed "It's me, Duncan."

He heard a muffled, "Duncan-"

In a second he had his hand back on the door handle, he felt like he needed to warn his friend against what he had already most likely heard. His obvious change in appearance. And then there was the strange fact that he was walking around naked, save for a pair of pants.

"Before you open the door, you need to know, I look weird."

"Yeah, I know" How would he know about his change in appearance?

"I mean weirder than before…compared to this I used to look great; So, brace yourself."

The door slowly creaked open, he didn't say a word.

"Okay….You want a soda?"

Duncan followed him inside, amazed that he wasn't freaking out.

"So… you're not freaked out?" He was sure his surprise showed on his face, just a little bit.

"Not really." How could he possibly be not freaked out?- because if Duncan was a normal teenager, he would definitely be freaking out.

Ken turned the TV on, and it totally wasn't what he was expecting. But it should have been. His Dad's face was plastered across the small screen.

Oh. He should have expected this, but he had only considered the normal high school gossip grapevine. But his personal life would definitely be newsworthy. Even if the people who knew that it was his personal life could be counted on the fingers of one clawed scaly hand. Plus or minus one. Or a couple if you counted all the people under Barnes.

"Compared to that, you're honestly not that shocking." He kind of felt a bit offended, so what if the kaiju levels were red, the kaiju was his father! But it was a stupid feeling, and he quickly squashed it. It was probably a pride thing.

Plus, as soon as Ken started talking about his deep, personal connection with Isabel, he decided to drop the subject. Especially when he just dumped the cereal and it's bowl out the window like he did that every day.

The last day-night-whatever had been the weirdest he had had in a long time, with him waking unconscious and barely clothed in a desert and all, along with the fact that he would think he was hallucinating but for the jarring skin change.

Looking around the interior of the trailer, he felt a bit badly for bothering him… he knew Ken didn't have many friends, and it was obvious he didn't have much of a parental figure either. They talked about his dad, and Ken told him about his theory. Honestly… it was sad. He didn't know about all the evidence he had, but it really seemed like he was making the story up to feel better about what he would otherwise think of as being neglected.

He really didn't want to burst his big imaginative bubble; He didn't deserve that. So he humored him. Maybe, he would invite him over to his house, once everything calmed down. It was something that he, with all of his screwed up family life, had never had to deal with, and he was grateful for that.

Then the questions about the party started, and what he thought was, if he was right, jealousy and more than a bit of anger sparked in his eyes. He was definitely mad at him! But why? Oh, jealousy, right. That meant that he had a thing for Isabel? She was the only person of the opposite sex in the equation, so must be.

Time to backtrack. Fast. Friend or not, it was not a good idea to have one of the few people that knew his secret to be angry with him.

The phone rang, grating upon his eardrums, and Ken rushed forward to grab it. He couldn't help but wince when he saw that the excitement was all for someone who might never call. But he gratefully took the phone, and groaned.

How in the heck did they always know where he was, even if he had no gosh-darned idea?! So he had to say all the "yes ma'am's" and "no ma'am's" and try to get himself out of the hole that his god-damned father had gotten him into.


Harry's POV- Day Before


Harry was getting kind of tired of spending all of his time underground. Sure, he didn't have to worry about all kinds of weirdos staring at him, but at the same time, large violent monsters weren't exactly the best company.

He wanted what he was promised. At this rate, if he hadn't had his unfortunate accident he would've been a week or two his semester at Hogwarts. He could've been learning things to keep him alive! Here he was learning not to step on giant monster's metaphysical toes, and working on keeping himself from expiring of boredom. He amused himself by bouncing crystals off each other, and listening to the sharp clear 'ting'.

He'd tried magic on the crystals, but they didn't really do much but glow, and absorb it. Not that he could really do much, his wand, when he had found it in his pants leg (the pocket no longer existed), it was rather singed, and more than a little bent. He swore it was cross with him.

But irritable wand aside, his father came to him one day, and told him that his brother would be coming down. He was excited, nervous, and everything in between, but Belloc's next words drowned that perfectly.

"He doesn't know about you yet."

"Oh."

"So stay hidden, I have a plan, and it is necessary that he not know."

"Duncan-" right, his name was Duncan. A rather strange name, but Americans were all rather strange as it was.

"Will be arriving with me in a few hours' time. When that happens, I want you to stay back, and watch. He isn't to the point, physically that you are, and this will speed him up."

"I thought I was supposed to see my mother and that you did'nt want to go against her wishes?!"

"Ahhh… She will see you. Just not now. I never told her WHEN I would be going to get you." And then he heard a muttered "She'll kill me as it is."


My apologies to The hazel-eyed bookworm.

Life sucks and sadly FF had to be put on the back-burner. I used to have days off with neither work nor school, but that changed, and I am lucky to get any sleep with the nuisance that is homework. So...please don't hate me XF.