Chapter 5: New threesome
The newly found threesome were walking silently down the road.
It has been an hour since they left that house, but no one has spoken since then.
Harry seemed to be too preoccupied with his own thoughts, let alone those of the girls.
They kept on strolling by old houses, yellowish gardens and sometimes an angry dog, but no one spoke.
Sell and Yazz looked at each other now and then, but didn't seem to find the strength or will to speak.
They both knew what Harry had been put trough by them now.
The sun rose and after another hour, she was too bright to even see the abandoned road they were walking on.
It seemed to be yet another hot day, which was logical after such summer-storm like last night, Sell thought.
When were they going to rest a bit? Her feet were aching and she didn't really felt the need of walking much longer.
As if this thought had been spoken out of her mouth, Harry suddenly stopped and sat down on the side of the road.
He laid his head on his lap and seem to be desperate for some rest too.
'Harry?' Yazz started.
He looked up. 'Yes?' He asked.
'Err… What are we going to do now?'
Harry looked at her in amazement.
'We?' He didn't seem to understand the hint they gave him.
'Yes, Harry,' Sell said. 'We, cause we are not going to leave you behind just like that.'
Harry still didn't understood.
Yazz and Sell sighed.
How were they going to explain?
'Harry…' Sell started again, but she didn't continue. Didn't knew how.
Yazz however did know.
'We aren't going to leave you behind without knowing what'll happen with you. We'll be able to survive, we already lived on the streets before-'
That had been partly true. They had been living on the streets before, in their terrible puberty-period they were always to be found on the street. They had even slept on the streets before, but after the accident they had grown up quickly.
Harry looked up.
'Before?'
Sell nodded. She understood the plan Yazz had formed.
'Yes, we have. So…if you wish, you can stay with us for a little while-'
'Cause it doesn't really seemed you have any other real relative anymore to stay with, right?'
Yazz looked straight into the green eyes of Harry.
Harry nodded too.
'I don't. Not real.'
He was silent for a moment and then, just as he wanted to say something again, a lot of things happened in once.
A couple of big bangs were heard, red sparks were sent to them and…
Again, darkness fell over the girls.
They were laying unconscious on the sidewalk, but Harry on the other hand was fighting for his life.
'STUPEFY!' He yelled several times.
Some of his attackers fell on the floor, but Harry didn't notice that.
He kept on throwing curses at them until most of them Apparated away.
Harry stood there at the crime-scene, panting heavily.
He couldn't believe what just had happened.
He fell on his knees and almost started crying, when he noticed Sell and Yazz.
'Oh no…' He hurried towards them and saw that they were unconscious.
They were both injured, but not severely.
He had to get them out of here, Harry thought immediately.
The Ministry were going to be after him soon, he was still and under-aged wizard after all and he had used magic openly.
Harry felt how the panic took him over and he raised his wand high up in the air.
A big, purple bus came falling out of the air, it seemed and when it opened its doors, Harry felt relieved to see that no one was in them.
'Welcome to the-'
'Yes, I know-' Harry said impatiently.
He needed to act as fast as possible.
He needed to contact Dumbledore immediately. He had to tell him about the attack.
Stan Shunpike, the conductor, looked at him.
'Blimey, it's-'
'CAN YOU STOP TALKING AND HELP ME!' Harry bellowed.
His temper started to take him over and he pointed at the unconscious bodies of the two girls.
'Bullocks! Temper, 'Arry!'
Harry looked at him with a deadly glare and Stan jumped out of the bus and Floated the two into the bus.
'Where to?' The driver asked him, before he too opened his eyes widely.
'Dumbledore! Albus Dumbledore, right away!'
Harry sounded panicked, and the two adults noticed it.
The driver gave gas and the bus jumped and drove very fast to the other side of London.
There it suddenly stopped at the start of the Grimmaulds Place.
Stan looked at him stupidly, but Harry pretended he didn't noticed the oddly looking location.
'Right… Ok, what's my cost?'
Stan hadn't even spoken, or Harry already tossed him a Galleon or two.
'Should be enough, no?' Stan nodded and before he could say anything, Harry already stepped out into the sun and he dragged his trunk out.
Stan helped him with the girls and the bus disappeared as fast as it had appeared a couple of minutes ago.
Harry looked round, he had his wand at the ready in case anyone had followed him.
It seemed all-clear, so Harry, thinking he already had enough of damage, a little bit more wouldn't do no harm, enchanted his trunk and the girls, so they were as light as a feather.
He dragged them to the empty space at number eleven.
He looked to the left and saw number ten and on his right was number fourteen.
'The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix-' Harry thought and as soon as he came to the part of the Order, a battered door came between numbers eleven and thirteen, followed by dirty walls and grimy windows.
Harry immediately rang the bell and waited until someone opened.