I don't know how long I waited for it to stop raining.

I may have fallen asleep….

And I don't know how long I was snoozing, only that a car horn woke me up.

Thankfully none of my items have been stolen.

Reaching down I first grabbed my gloves; I know their golf gloves. I don't play golf…I just like the look of them.

Next, I grabbed both my jacket and satchel. The jacket feels somewhat dry, better than nothing…

I stood up. Throwing it over my shoulder along with the satchel. Stretching my back and cracking my neck.

I sat around long enough, time to see if there is any hope for me in this place.

What time is it? And what day is it?

Shit… first roadblock.

And better yet when do the schools in England start?

Damn…

I looked around me for a clock

I looked up, it's cloudy but the sun was up.

How long was I asleep?

England is an hour ahead, right? Two hours?

Fuckina…

And I need to find a primary school…

I'm starting to sound like a fucking creep…

I sigh, I've been doing that a lot lately.

I don't really have much choice, either live on the streets and try to get by or find out if the magical world is real.

Not a lot of options.

I have to try...that's all I can do…

Looking around me one last time I chose a direction. Don't if it was the right one but I chose it.

Break

I walked for hours. Trying to find anything remotely magical.

I still feel these strange pulls and pushes. They feel so weird.

I stopped walking when I felt a pain in my gut.

I furrowed my brow.

I haven't eaten anything at all.

Stopping, I looked around for any type of convenience store.

I only have a fifty-dollar bill on me. I need to get something cheap. Need to make the money last for as long as I can.

Not seeing any around this street I kept walking.

Break

I found a market. It's across a street.

I'm standing by the crosswalk waiting with other people for the cross light to turn green.

I stick out a bit but I ain't doing anything that draws suspicion attention. I really don't need that to happen.

The strange pulls and pushes are...for a lack of words, a strange feeling, it's like feeling a pull from one direction then a push from another.

The pushes are faint, but the pulls are more...strong, It's like a weird form of echolocation.

I refocus back on the cross light waiting for it to tur-

I stilled, a pull. I turned around and moved away from the crowd.

I felt a pull. It was a strong one, a real strong one. I don't know we're it was or what it was but something telling me that I need to go to it.

I don't know why but...I have to find what did it.

I didn't realize my hunger anymore.

Break

My legs feel tired, but I feel like I'm getting closer to...to...to something.

What am I even doing? Chasing a weird feeling? I don't know if I'm even sane anymore.

I stopped and looked around, I'm in an alleyway.

I huffed. What am I even doing? I'm really just trying to deny the evitable. I've gone mad.

That pull is most likely just my imagination trying to help me cope with this absurdity.

I should just st-oof!

I was snapped back to reality after something collided with my back.

I turned arou-

I stopped and stared blankly at what I saw...who I saw.

Short black hair, broken rimmed frame glasses and... the lightning bolt scar...

Is-is-is that a kid David fucking Radcliffe!

I just stood there in complete shocked silence.

The kid groans on the ground. Trying to get up. He's...

He's so frail…

Clothes too big for his small frame, shoes that look beaten to shit. Barely holding together...

Body so malnourished, almost like a skeleton, only given a bare amount, definitely lacking healthy nutrients.

I feel my anger growing.

There's...bruises on him… his arm, some on his legs.

What the fuck…

Harry finally looked at me, green spectacle eyes met hazel…he looked tired...was he running?

He looks no older than four…

He looks so scared...he's so pale...

What...why...he's…who the fuck could do this to a child?!

My anger is growing…

"POTTER!"

A shout snapped me out of my head. And back to what's going on.

Harry's face changed from fear to terror faster than I could blink.

He hurriedly and painfully gets to his feet. I'm amazed and enraged at the sight.

At one entry of the alley two people could be seen. a large round man and a lanky stick-like woman, both seem to be out of breath. The fat one looks the most worn out.

It took me a moment to identify the two. And when I did, I had to hold back by rage.

Vernon and Petunia Dursley.

One's face is redder than a tomato and the others had a disgusting sneer.

But when they saw that Harry wasn't alone in the alley, they tried to quickly change their appearance. Abusing Assholes…

Harry was shaking...the kid fucking terrified.

"Harry." Petunia breathed forcefully. "Come on now, get over here this instant."

She is trying to save face...you petty BITCH…

"Let's go fre- Harry." Vernon almost let slip the insult. "When we return to the house, we will have a LONG discussion about your unruly behavior." His face is red with barely contained rage.

The kid is shaking more violently.

.

.

.

I found Harry Potter… I got my answer… the distinct scar...magic is real...that pull drew me here…

The pull...it feels so strong...so close…

It led me to Harry…

Harry…the kid is so small… vulnerable...hurt…

He's hurt

They hurt him

They used him

Fuck it…

I reached out, placing a hand on the shoulder.

He flinched at my touch.

Those fuckers…

I gently led him to my side

The kids about ready to go in fight or flight mode. I need to calm him down. Let him know I'm not a threat.

Vernon's face twisted in a sneer.

"What are doing with the bo-"

"Why are there bruises?"

Vernon stilled. Petunia looks to be on the verge of panic.

Harry looked up at me, I kept my gaze focused on the two poor excuses for parents.

Petunia regained her wits. Fixing her face into a poor visage of calm.

"Oh, he just got a little...excited when playing with other children."

She faltered in her explanation. I wasn't buying it for a minute.

Vernon tried to school his face.

"Now let the boy com-"

"Why is he malnourished?" I demanded.

Knocking them off there's feet, I watched as they stilled once more.

I kneeled down a little to Harry's level. He was still staring at me. Still shaking, but now confused.

The two Jackasses were trying to make up an explanation for his state. I ignored them.

I turned my focus to Harry. He was scared and confused.

"Did they hurt you?" I asked softly.

Harry stilled; the shaking grew. Question answered.

Next question.

"You don't want to go with them?" I asked in the same tone.

He stared at me; his breathing started to get a little faster. But he gave a shaky nod.

Too scared to talk...but got a non-verbal answer.

I could hear the two try to downsize the situation. I ignored them again.

I'm not leaving him with them. I refuse to leave Harry with them.

"Do you want to get away from them?" I started. "Be far away from them." I finished.

The two are trying to get our attention. I kept Harry's focus on me.

He looked at me… his shaking stopped.

I saw something in his eyes...something that broke through his fear… a light…

Hope.

He clenched his hands. He looked at me with lightened eyes.

His mouth moved but it was so light that I almost didn't hear it...thankfully I did. The word would stick in my head for a long while.

"Please."

How small it sounded but how much emotion was in it.

My heart pounded in my chest. Like power I didn't know I had just surfaced.

I nodded, pulling Harry in a little, I whispered.

"Alright, but you'll have to trust me, okay?" I started. "I'll get us out of here...and show you the truth." I promised, no, I swore to him.

He looked at me confused, but the hope in his eyes grew.

"A-a-al-Okay." He stammered out. Jumbled up his words.

I gave a soft smile, a comforting smile.

I pulled him closer to my chest. Both arms around him.

"Be ready."

A hopeful nod.

"What are you doing with-" Vernon started.

I roused to my full height. Harry close to my chest.

"-the boy?" He finished.

Third person perspective

Have you ever thought that if you were back in a certain situation, you went though, would you have done differently?

Could've it have been handled better?

.

.

.

I do, sometimes...

But this is one situation that couldn't be changed.

Dyllan's perspective

I turned and ran away with Harry.

"Hold on to me, Harry." I instructed.

Harry was surprised, but nonetheless did as ask.

Shouts of expletives and demands came from far behind me. I did what I always did, ignored them.

They don't matter.

The only thing that does is getting me and Harry far away from here.