This one's dedicated to Sarah: Thanks for all the help.
A/n: this chapter may seem a little Mary-Sueish but it's not. Relax, I'm still a H/g Shipper.
Chapter 2: with a little help from my friends
Drinking blood and killing people proved far easier than Harry had thought. It had been over a week since he had arisen and had already found out how to survive during the day.
It was quite simple, suntan lotion and sunglasses. He would put the lotion on every part of his body that could show and he put the sunglasses over his eyes.
He had taken a bullet through the chest and head, to find they bounced off. Since then, he had tried numerous ways to kill himself. The guillotine in the museum didn't even mark him. Hanging himself only gave him a sore neck. Jumping from a building proved that he could fly, Jumping into a bonfire barely even stung and when he attempted impaling himself, it didn't penetrate. In fact, he wasn't even sure about him needing the sunscreen and sunglasses.
Harry found he never got tired either. He never slept. Just a bit of blood every five hours and he was fine.
There was one thing that bugged him though. It bugged him so much it was draining the pleasure from his near-immortality. He couldn't remember anything. Harry hadn't the foggiest idea how long he'd been pronounced dead. He didn't remember anything from his previous life.
Harry had another problem. He had no place to live. He was still a minor fourteen to sixteen by his guess. He didn't look anything like an adult. So Harry started getting himself small jobs in the area such as mowing lawns and cleaning swimming pools. It was after all, the middle of summer.
Three weeks after he was reborn, he had gotten himself the basic necessities of life and a small place to stay. One of the families he cleaned and mowed for said he could stay instead of being paid. Harry claimed his parents were having problems and he needed a place to stay for awhile.
Harry was walking along the street bringing groceries to one of his customer's houses when someone addressed him.
"Are you Harry Davison? The caretaker?" The girl asked (Harry had picked up some random last name from somewhere that he was using as his own.)
"Yes." Harry replied stopping and setting down his bags "Do you have a job for me?"
"As a matter of fact I do." The young brunette replied extending her hand "Erin Marydale. Nice to meet you."
"Harry Davison, as you guessed." Harry replied.
"Right. Well, My cousin, uncle and aunt are coming over this weekend and the house is a wreck and I need it to be cleaned." Erin explained "Anyway, my cousin just lost a friend of hers from her school and is a little depressed so I want to cheer her up a little."
"Ok, Cheerful setting. Where should I show up? Oh and when should I show up?" Harry asked
"It's summer. Anytime between noon and eleven are good. It's number forty- two hover-bird circle." Erin answered
"OK. Any cooking?" Harry asked
"You can cook? Oh that will help a lot! Yes cooking would be excellent. Mom will figure out some pay system when you come." Erin filled in
"All right. See you around." Harry replied
"Bye."
Harry sighed. Why was it that he felt out of place here? Harry picked up the groceries and took them to Mrs. Alfredson's house.
'Well.' Harry thought 'A new job is good anyway. I should be well on my way to figuring myself out soon enough. It was so much easier when you had no living expenses.'
Harry arrived at number forty-two Hover-bird Circle the next morning around eight. He walked up to the step and rung the doorbell. Erin came to the door almost instantly bouncy and full of energy.
"HEY! How are you? Glad you're here, come on in and I'll have mom figure out some pay agreement." Erin exclaimed cheerfully
'She's entirely too cheerful for this early in the morning. I'm a Vampire and I'm feeling a bit sluggish.' Harry thought as he followed Erin 'That's probably because I haven't eaten since four am.'
"Hello. You must be Harry. I'm Jenna Granger, nice to meet you." The woman who was most likely Erin's mother greeted
"Hi. Where do I start?" Harry asked
"Don't you want to figure out how much money you should earn?" Jenna asked
"Oh.right. Make me an offer." Harry replied
"OK. Five hundred pounds to have this whole house spotless by Saturday?" She offered
"Isn't that a bit high?" Harry asked 'Well not really. as it is Friday morning.'
"No. That's about right. This is a big house and cooking is expensive." Jenna replied "Now if you excuse me, I have to get to work. I'll be back around six. ERIN! Show Harry around, I have to get to work!"
"OK MOM!" Came the yelled reply
So then Harry went to work, unpacking boxes, cooking meals, sweeping, removing stains, mowing, trimming hedges and wiping down windows and tables.
Harry was in the middle of mopping the hardwood floor when Erin came up behind him.
"You work like a demon." She commented
"So?" Harry replied
"Don't you need to rest? You haven't stopped since you went out to eat four hours ago." Erin exclaimed
"If you want me to rest I will, but I'm going to have to come by tomorrow morning to finish this, even if I stay until midnight." Harry responded
"Well. that is true, but still. You moved the couch out of the room without help, You are going to kill your back." She told him
"My back is fine. I think I'll have to eat again soon though. But after this room is mopped and the furniture is put back, I'm done the downstairs. I figure I can finish the upstairs by the time your mom comes and do the cooking tomorrow." Harry explained
"Do whatever. I was just trying to get you to take a break." Erin replied.
Harry left the house around eight that night and came back the next morning around six. Harry cooked for five hours straight and was just about to leave when there was knocking at the door.
"MOM! They're here!" Erin yelled
"All right. Let them in and introduce them to Harry. I'll be down soon." Jenna replied
Erin opened the door to reveal A middle aged woman about thirty with long brown bushy hair, A man a little older than that with flat black hair and a girl about his age, also with brown bushy hair.
"Hermione, Aunt Marie and Uncle Jared, This is Harry. He's helping us clean and cook." Erin introduced
The girl's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates and she fainted as though she had seen a ghost.
END!
A/n: this chapter may seem a little Mary-Sueish but it's not. Relax, I'm still a H/g Shipper.
Chapter 2: with a little help from my friends
Drinking blood and killing people proved far easier than Harry had thought. It had been over a week since he had arisen and had already found out how to survive during the day.
It was quite simple, suntan lotion and sunglasses. He would put the lotion on every part of his body that could show and he put the sunglasses over his eyes.
He had taken a bullet through the chest and head, to find they bounced off. Since then, he had tried numerous ways to kill himself. The guillotine in the museum didn't even mark him. Hanging himself only gave him a sore neck. Jumping from a building proved that he could fly, Jumping into a bonfire barely even stung and when he attempted impaling himself, it didn't penetrate. In fact, he wasn't even sure about him needing the sunscreen and sunglasses.
Harry found he never got tired either. He never slept. Just a bit of blood every five hours and he was fine.
There was one thing that bugged him though. It bugged him so much it was draining the pleasure from his near-immortality. He couldn't remember anything. Harry hadn't the foggiest idea how long he'd been pronounced dead. He didn't remember anything from his previous life.
Harry had another problem. He had no place to live. He was still a minor fourteen to sixteen by his guess. He didn't look anything like an adult. So Harry started getting himself small jobs in the area such as mowing lawns and cleaning swimming pools. It was after all, the middle of summer.
Three weeks after he was reborn, he had gotten himself the basic necessities of life and a small place to stay. One of the families he cleaned and mowed for said he could stay instead of being paid. Harry claimed his parents were having problems and he needed a place to stay for awhile.
Harry was walking along the street bringing groceries to one of his customer's houses when someone addressed him.
"Are you Harry Davison? The caretaker?" The girl asked (Harry had picked up some random last name from somewhere that he was using as his own.)
"Yes." Harry replied stopping and setting down his bags "Do you have a job for me?"
"As a matter of fact I do." The young brunette replied extending her hand "Erin Marydale. Nice to meet you."
"Harry Davison, as you guessed." Harry replied.
"Right. Well, My cousin, uncle and aunt are coming over this weekend and the house is a wreck and I need it to be cleaned." Erin explained "Anyway, my cousin just lost a friend of hers from her school and is a little depressed so I want to cheer her up a little."
"Ok, Cheerful setting. Where should I show up? Oh and when should I show up?" Harry asked
"It's summer. Anytime between noon and eleven are good. It's number forty- two hover-bird circle." Erin answered
"OK. Any cooking?" Harry asked
"You can cook? Oh that will help a lot! Yes cooking would be excellent. Mom will figure out some pay system when you come." Erin filled in
"All right. See you around." Harry replied
"Bye."
Harry sighed. Why was it that he felt out of place here? Harry picked up the groceries and took them to Mrs. Alfredson's house.
'Well.' Harry thought 'A new job is good anyway. I should be well on my way to figuring myself out soon enough. It was so much easier when you had no living expenses.'
Harry arrived at number forty-two Hover-bird Circle the next morning around eight. He walked up to the step and rung the doorbell. Erin came to the door almost instantly bouncy and full of energy.
"HEY! How are you? Glad you're here, come on in and I'll have mom figure out some pay agreement." Erin exclaimed cheerfully
'She's entirely too cheerful for this early in the morning. I'm a Vampire and I'm feeling a bit sluggish.' Harry thought as he followed Erin 'That's probably because I haven't eaten since four am.'
"Hello. You must be Harry. I'm Jenna Granger, nice to meet you." The woman who was most likely Erin's mother greeted
"Hi. Where do I start?" Harry asked
"Don't you want to figure out how much money you should earn?" Jenna asked
"Oh.right. Make me an offer." Harry replied
"OK. Five hundred pounds to have this whole house spotless by Saturday?" She offered
"Isn't that a bit high?" Harry asked 'Well not really. as it is Friday morning.'
"No. That's about right. This is a big house and cooking is expensive." Jenna replied "Now if you excuse me, I have to get to work. I'll be back around six. ERIN! Show Harry around, I have to get to work!"
"OK MOM!" Came the yelled reply
So then Harry went to work, unpacking boxes, cooking meals, sweeping, removing stains, mowing, trimming hedges and wiping down windows and tables.
Harry was in the middle of mopping the hardwood floor when Erin came up behind him.
"You work like a demon." She commented
"So?" Harry replied
"Don't you need to rest? You haven't stopped since you went out to eat four hours ago." Erin exclaimed
"If you want me to rest I will, but I'm going to have to come by tomorrow morning to finish this, even if I stay until midnight." Harry responded
"Well. that is true, but still. You moved the couch out of the room without help, You are going to kill your back." She told him
"My back is fine. I think I'll have to eat again soon though. But after this room is mopped and the furniture is put back, I'm done the downstairs. I figure I can finish the upstairs by the time your mom comes and do the cooking tomorrow." Harry explained
"Do whatever. I was just trying to get you to take a break." Erin replied.
Harry left the house around eight that night and came back the next morning around six. Harry cooked for five hours straight and was just about to leave when there was knocking at the door.
"MOM! They're here!" Erin yelled
"All right. Let them in and introduce them to Harry. I'll be down soon." Jenna replied
Erin opened the door to reveal A middle aged woman about thirty with long brown bushy hair, A man a little older than that with flat black hair and a girl about his age, also with brown bushy hair.
"Hermione, Aunt Marie and Uncle Jared, This is Harry. He's helping us clean and cook." Erin introduced
The girl's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates and she fainted as though she had seen a ghost.
END!