I don't own HP
(AN: sorry it's so short, I'll try and get ch.4 up soon and hopefully it'll be longer.)
Chapter 3
"Well, it looks like they passed us by," said the man as he closed the blinds on the window of the door.
"Look Mister, I'm really grateful for what you did and all but I really think I should be going on my way now, 'kay?" said Harry as he looked around for another way out.
"Why don't you tell me why those policemen were chasing you, and I'll think about it," came his reply.
"Yeah? Well, I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
"Smart boy. I'm Jason, and you are?"
"…Harry."
"Now we're not strangers."
They stood there for a moment in silence. Then the man, Jason motioned for Harry to move further inside the large apartment building that they'd entered. They walked into an empty waiting room of sorts, just off the main hall.
"Alright, spill it kid." (AN: rather straight to the point, isn't he?)
"Ain't nothing to say, I was just out a little later than I should be and they wanted to talk while I didn't." (AN: a lot of attitude for a kid, don't ya think?)
"And why's that?"
Something made Harry tell him, he told him everything. About the Dursley's abuse, running away and living on the streets. Everything except his strange powers. (AN: They'll come into play later.)
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