I ran like a bat-out-of-hell.
I don't know how long I did.
They may have had their car. So I went through many types of alleyways and shortcuts.
Harry had a death grip on me, latched to my shirt.
I tried to stay away from large crowds and any form of law enforcement.
Don't know if those fuckers called the authorities. They seem like they wouldn't care about it. Or they called them just to get their slave back. Lowlife bastards.
I remember in the deathly hallows the bitch Petunia told Harry 'YoU dIDn'T jUsT lOsE a MoThEr tHaT NiGhT, I LoSt A sIStEr' bullshit, you tortured your sister's child for years you living walking stick!
She could have shown love to her sister's child, her own blood for god sakes. But no she chose to be the petty bitch that she is! You ain't get to have a redemption arc!
Vernon, a failure of a man! Act all big and tough, then when someone stronger comes around he backs down like a coward.
Hates all things abnormal, magical or different from his standards. Fucking bigot.
Dudley walks a thin line. He sees his parents do it and when he does it, there are no repercussions whatsoever. He only a kid when all that happens and a dumb teenager, but when he sees Harry again he regrets what he did to Harry in that one deleted scene, his short redemption arc.
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I just went on a ranting spree while running? Damn. I really was angry.
I need to stop soon.
To check on my little passenger, get something to eat and...well to take a break. I'm amazed I haven't gotten tired.
I started to slow down.
Break
I finally came to a complete stop.
I looked around, me taking in my surroundings.
I'm on a bridge and...is that the Elizabeth Tower?!
I stood on the sidewalk of a bridge, off in the distance I could see Big Ben, or the Elizabeth Tower.
How...did...did I...what?!
"M-m-mister?" A small voice asked.
Oh shit, Harry!
I looked down to the little guy in my arms.
He looked back at me. He doesn't look scared anymore, thankfully. Those his eyes are quite filled with curiosity.
I gave a little chuckle.
"Sorry Harry, I guess I kinda...over did it." I looked around us again.
Not many people out, thankfully.
The sky seems to be gray once more. Is it gonna rain again? Need to find cover if so.
"Are you alright?"
I inwardly cringed, did I just ask a hurt kid if he's alright? No, he isn't you Jackass, he's most likely feeling overwhelmed with all that's happened.
I got no response.
Concerned, I returned my gaze back to him.
He just stared at me. Eyes filled with wonder. Did I do something?
"Harry?"
He blinked, then stilled. Fearful, Hesitant. Did I say something that scared him?
"S-s-sor-sorry mister," he stuffers. "I-i-i didn't he-hear you."
Did he lose focus? Concerned, I asked again.
"Are you okay, Harry?" I patiently asked.
Did he think that I would get mad at him for spacing out? Christ, why would someone do that to a child?
"I-I-I'm o-kay"
I frowned, is he in pain? There were bruises on him. Can I even get him pain relief medication? Can he even take them?
I wouldn't feel right to just let him go around with any form of discomfort.
"Y-y-your really fast, Mister, S-s-sir."
I blinked, sir? Mister? I'm not that old.
Did I forget to tell him my name?
I did. Didn't I.
Wait 'really fast'... how fast was I going? Did he see how fast I was? And did it sound like there was a bit of excitement in those words?
One at a time, Dyllan…
I smiled at him. "I'm glad you're okay, Harry." I started walking.
Seeing my smile, he relaxed a little, not much thought.
I fought to keep thoughts off my face. Thankfully I won.
"I don't think I've told you my name, have I?"
Harry blinked.
"N-no sir."
I held back a huff.
"Name's Dyllan, not much of a first introduction, but better late than never, right? Heh" I joked.
The kid tilts his head. But his lips tilted up a bit.
Is that a smile?
Good, keep that mood going.
"Really fast, eh? How fast was I going?" I asked, intrigued.
Harry's face lit up.
"Y-y-y-you mo-moved like t-t-the wind! It-it-it was all a b-b-b-blur! It w-w-was a-a-ama-amazon-amazing!"
Wow...that's one excited response. He had trouble with his words. But I could understand him.
The emotion in those words, the amazement. I smiled.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the ride, Harry."
He shifted nervously.
"I-i-i'm so-so-sorry f-for-" he clenched his hands. Breathing in. "-for s-s-stut-tering."
Why is he sorry for stuttering? He can't help it. It's not his fault.
"It's all right, Harry, I don't mind it." I assured him.
In fact it was kinda adorable…
Am I a bad person for thinking that?
God I hope not…
Break
I reached the other side of the bridge without realizing it.
I should probably look where I'm going.
And I did just that.
Thankfully I did, I almost walked onto a road.
Looking around once more, surveying our surroundings.
"Um? Miste- Dy-dyllan, wh-where are w-w-we go-going?"
I…
Was thinking the same thing…
Where do I go?
I found Harry.
Magic is real.
And these strange feelings could be a form of magic.
Now…
I need to think of what to do…
Could…
The only form of money I have is the aforementioned fifty dollars, and I don't know the ratio of USD to British pounds…
And that fifty can't support the both of us…and we need shelter...
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Fucking shit…
Think…
THINK…
THINK…
GODDAMNIT THINK OF SOMETHING!
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Could…
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Could I try….
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Could I go to the Cauldron?
The Leaky Cauldron…
And…
Try to ask for a job…
I…
It's all that I could think of…
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It's the only thing that I could think of.
"The Leaky Cauldron, Harry."
He shifted to look at me, curious.
"W-w-what's that?"
I gulped, unsure.
"A place to stay."
I hope…