AN: Okay I think this chapter turned out not only longer but much better then the first... I know it took a long time, but iv'e had things on my mind. For those of you in highschool you know what I'm talking about. Right now my hands a freezing cause iv'e been down here writting for so dang long. Ne way here you go..
Lyons Park
Chapter 2
It was early the next morning when Harry woke up. He slipped out of the small cramped place and started cleaning up all the tissues under the tunnel. There seemed to be a lot more then he remembered. He shoved some more of the things from last night into the bag and took the things out that he wanted Draco to have when he was gone. He had to leave before Draco got up, and hoped that Draco would get up before the little kids started waking up and the joggers and whatnot.
Work seemed longer that day, maybe it was because in a way, work was normally his way of feeling like he had something that needed him, and something to keep him warm. Work could never be to long, he might be the only person in the history of work who could actually normally say that he liked work. But not today, today it was more like, it was never ending. All he wanted to do was get back to the tunnel and make sure that Draco hadn't died or been attacked by some little punk who thought he owned the park.
He ran out of work later that night, having someone one else close for him, which was a first in the three months that he'd worked there. In fact he even left early, completely shocking everyone. All his friends looked at him like he was mad, worrying that he was sick or something. But he didn't have time to explain, he had to get to the tunnel. He was doing it again, worrying. He didn't have to be worrying about Draco, sure Draco was a lot worse off then even he was but, he could take care of himself.
He was about a block away when he saw the cop car go past him. It slowed down when it passed the park and then before it reached the end of the block it did a u and headed back. Harry walked faster as it parked in front of the park and the officer stepped out of his car. He started running as the older man stepped closer to the blur on the swing. When he got there Draco and the officer were starring daggers at each other. Draco looked over at Harry a second later growling, "See officer, I told you my cousin was coming to pick me up." And then his voice changed as he stepped forward and held out his hand to Harry. "Happy Birthday Gary!" Draco screamed shaking his hand and pulling him into a hug.
Harry took his hand smiling, understanding right away the simplicity of this action. "Thanks, uh man. But we gotta get going, gramps said that if we make it back in ten minuets he'll give us each twenty pounds."
Draco laughed both as his character Gary and himself. "Sweet man." He started running and then stopped suddenly. "Oh wait, was there something that you wanted officer?"
The older man looked bothered by this question but didn't say anything about it, "No." he said shooing us off. We both flew the second the command was giving. First in opposite direction, until Draco stopped, and started following Harry. If they were lucky the old man wouldn't be smart enough to look in the tunnel. They both ran into the gardens and hid behind the big willow, glad to see that he hadn't been smart enough to check.
"I don't think we should head back until it gets dark. If I know my coppers, he's gonna be checking in again for a while now."
"I'm sorry." Draco said and started walking off into the park.
Harry arched his eyebrow and took a final look at the park before jogging after Draco, "What for?"
"Well now some random cops gonna be searching around the park and-"
Harry cut him off, "You were just swinging I don't even understand why he was suspicious." He said looking up at the sky and frowning. The police normally got sick of spying after a day, they have more important things to do then worry about some kids living on the streets. Harry started digging in his bag and pulled out a water bottle. "That was all you were doing right, why did he stop?" he took a swig and when Draco didn't answer, offered him some.
Draco sighed and took the bottle. "I think it's because he passed like six times and I was swinging all day. I was thinking that I should have gotten off, you know, and came out here, but I didn't feel like moving. Call me lazy-"
"I would never call someone who hasn't eaten in blah days, and who is still recovering from, what was it, oh yeah, everything- that they are lazy." Harry said smiling and digging in his bag for the candy bars he had gotten at work and handing one to Draco, who took it smiling to.
"Well, I didn't mean you should actually call me lazy, might have to beat you down if you started talking shit about me." He said taking a bite.
"Beat me down, that's why I left 'home', I'd be a little more then pissed if you tried, besides… your short." Harry said nodding and taking a bite of his candy.
"WTF mate, what's that got to do with anything?" Draco said laughing. They both new they were, sort of, kidding around. Draco really was short when he stood next to Harry. Standing next to each other, they even looked the opposites they were. While Draco was tall, Harry was still a head shorter. Harry had shoes, Draco didn't even have his own socks anymore. Harry had darker skin, eyes, and hair then Draco. The only similar thing about them was their cloths. Both were wearing rather large black t-shirts. Draco was wearing baggy black pants and Harry was wearing overly large jeans. Neither of them looked very clean. Though there hair didn't look to dirty, it looked pretty greasy, neither of them having had a real shower in quite a while.
Harry ignored the question and dropped his wrapper in the garbage, smiling. "Yeah, well what about you?" Draco asked.
"What about me?"
"That bag…"
"Yea, what about it, it's the bag that keeps me, well both us now, alive. It always has whatever I want."
Draco looked kind of upset, but Harry really hadn't meant it to be anything but funny. "Yeah well I'm still-SHIT!" Draco screamed cutting off in mid sentence. Harry looked over just in time to see Draco falling to the ground, grabbing his toe. "Fucking, stone-bench thingy."
Harry, trying not to laugh, corrected him, "Memorial bench."
"When the hell did that even get here, why would there be a bench in the middle of the park?" he said blowing on the toe.
"That bench has been there for something like 34 years."
"Well come on Potter, use your damn Mary Poppins bag and get me something to clean this up." Draco howled. Harry glance at the toe to see what was wrong and spun immediately in the opposite direction at the sight of the blood.
"I don't have anything."
"Well do you at least have something to stop the bleeding?"
"Like what?"
"Oh for Gawds sake, I don't know a sock or something?" Draco said annoyed.
Harry jumped and started digging in his backpack. He practically threw the socks at Draco. Draco tutted and growled. "Okay first of all, these are dirty, and secondly- I was seriously kidding about the sock thing."
"Then what?"
Draco looked at the socks as though considering his options, "Right, these work I guess."
Harry, worried, said. "Hold on, those aren't going to do anything, there's a store about a mile from here lets, okay no-I'll run and get something, stay here… Okay stupid thing to say."
Draco looked at him like he was mad, but Harry, not noticing, just ran off in the direction of the park-and Main Street.
By the time Harry got back, the bleeding had stopped for the most part. Harry fell down on the grass next to Draco and poured the bag out on the ground between them. Taking a deep breath he mumbled and then said, "Let me see the patient."
Draco grimaced, "Yeah, about that, the sock kinda got dried- you know with the blood to my toe."
Harry's stomach twisted, "Well then… oh I know," Harry said grabbing the water bottle out of his bag. "We can make it… not dried." He stuck out his tongue a little, indicating this wasn't something he usually liked to do. He waved Draco's hand away and while Draco sat back, both hands behind him holding him up, he lifted the sock, gently adding water and tugging lightly until the sock came loose. He sighed and threw the sock to the side glad not only that there was not more blood, but also that he hadn't hurt Draco, as far as he knew? Was that even possible? What a stupid question, Draco wasn't invincible… was he?
Harry sighed happily, remembering the pain Draco had been in only minuets ago when he had run into the bench in the first place. "What are you thinking about?" Draco asked as Harry went off into his own world.
"Nothing." Harry said digging through the pile to try and find the disinfectant.
"You know you should seriously consider becoming a healer, that didn't hurt one bit." Draco suggested shyly watching Harry struggle to try and open the bottle.
"There's a bit of a bump in that theory man, as in I can't even look at blood." He said in a rough voice, starting to get angry with the bottle.
Draco grabbed the bottle from his hands, opening it in one try, and handing it back. "I guess you have a good point."
Harry glared at Draco and grabbed at the bottle, pulling it back so forcefully that it spilt all over him. "Besides, this is going to hurt." He said angrily, pouring the medicine on Draco's toe.
Draco's hissed and pulled his foot back. "Shit man, you could have warned me."
"I did."
"You did not."
"Yes- I did, I said that it was going to hurt."
"Well I didn't know that you meant that was going to hurt."
"Well what the hell did you think I meant?"
"You know what, never mind." Draco said annoyed. He leaned forward and grabbed the box of band aide's from the pile. He opened the box and Harry grabbed that away just as forcefully, making two of the band aide's go flying at his face. Draco started laughing as Harry ripped open a band aide.
Harry finished and stood up holding his hand out to help Draco up. Draco didn't take it but instead pushed himself up onto the bench he had run into earlier. Harry rolled his eyes and brushed off his jeans. "What the frick are we going to do until it gets dark?" Harry thought aloud.
"We could go to the library?"
"No, today is story time for the little kids until seven." Harry said leaning forward and shoving the new things in his backpack. "I know, I need to go back to that store and buy a few more essentials, wanna come with?"
"Uh I guess, how is it you even have the money to do this?"
"My boss borrows me some money sometimes, and just takes it out of my pay check, so I have some when I need it."
"Does he know?"
"I think so, I think the entire place knows, but he's a good guy- nice people." He said standing up and throwing the bag over his shoulder.
The store was busy, being it was when everyone was getting out of work and school. Harry guessed everyone at work knew something was going on with him. Leaving early wasn't his thing at all. People who had homes and families to get home to were even getting out after him. He grabbed a basket and leaded the way through the halls. "If you see anything you think you need, just tell me. I can spare some money, you should go see if they have any shoes for cheap."
Draco mumbled something and continued to follow Harry quietly. Harry grabbed a small pack of Kleenex and some toilet paper, another toothbrush and a new thing of toothpaste, he had been out for a few days but wasn't able to get any. He grabbed then a small thing of chips for supper and a water bottle. He'd been using his for a month now, washing and refilling it, he figured Draco could do the same, and then he wouldn't have to share his.
"You gonna go check on those shoes." Harry asked Draco as he continued to follow him around the store quietly.
"I don't need any shoes."
"Um, actually you do, if you're planning on getting a job, or not getting kicked out of here." Harry said pushing Draco behind a display as a worker walked past.
Draco's eyes widened. "Didn't think about that." He growled following Harry to the small shoe isle. He looked for the cheapest shoes he could and grabbed them.
"Aren't you gonna make sure they fit?"
"Right…" he said sitting down exhausted. He tried to put them on but they were far to small. He frowned and grabbed the next size. Two sizes later he found a pair that he could fit in and grow into. They were passing the school isle on the way to the checkout when Draco stopped, "Uh."
He considered what he was about to say for such a long time that Harry asked. "Was there something that you wanted?"
"I'll pay you back, eventually, for the shoes, and the water bottle, the band aide, and for," he grabbed a notebook off the shelf and handed it to Harry, "for this." He finished looking away.
"You better-"
"No really I will."
"No, I was going to say that you better grab a pen or something to, I don't think I have one in my 'Poppins' bag."
Draco looked at some prices and grabbed a pencil sale, 5 for 45 cents and a sharpener.
Harry took the sharpener and traded it in for a pair of scissors. "A little more time consuming, but time we have." He said as they walked into the check lane. "What's the notebook for anyway?" Harry asked as the dropped all the things on the counter.
"What's it to you?"
Harry threw up his hands, "Well sorry."
Journal, Dear life,
I normally give these things names but I don't think you'll last as long as the last. For the sake of names though I'll call you… Life. Life, life has gone down the drain. Everything I've ever known is gone, I have nothing besides the cloths on my back, and I don't even own those because I owe them to Harry, for keeping my dumb ass alive. This fucking you was bought by him for Gawds sake. My life is nothing.
I really don't know how to handle this. I guess its helpful that Harry is going through the same thing as me, in a way. But I don't know. It's kind of weird, hating and hoping you'll never have to see some person one day, then being glad out of you mind that someone was there. Even if that person is Harry. It's a little weird when I'm in the middle of laughing at something he said, and then I remember who he is.
I woke up this morning completely lost. All I could remember at first, was where I was. Then other things started to jump at me, like my parents, and school, and then my not having a house, Harry taking me in, Harry giving me something to eat, Harry giving me something to stop the headache I'd had for four days. I also remember him keeping me warm, changing my socks and, well I think-if I remember right that he slept, you know, wrapped around me is the best way to describe it. I don't know what I think about that, but I know that it doesn't bother me as much as it probably should…
Dangit, this pencil is so dull I cant even read my hand writing, Anyway, today was eventful, just when I had finally figured everything out, some dumb cop started getting on my case. Harry once again stopped anything serious from happening, putting himself and his 'home' in jeopardy. I think he's mad, but not in bad way… Yet another thing I really don't know how to explain…
You know, even though your inanimate it really feels good to be telling someone or something what I'm feeling. Damn. I hate this shit, if I wasn't so afraid to, I think the best way to fix all this is you know, I owe him my life anyway, it would just be easier, for everyone. But like I said, if I wasn't such a chickenshit.
By the by, I know my thoughts seemed a little runny, but I haven't written in such a long time that, I have to catch up you know?
love
Still living.
I had really cool script for the journal entry, but no, it didnt work. meh. ne ways Please review. thanks.