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Chapter 1, Mariah.
A boy, who was about seventeen years old, slept peacefully in his bedroom. He was underweight, his clothes were too big, he had bruises all over his body, and his friends had abandoned him after they found out he was gay. This time, night, was the only time he could find peace. His dreams, but this night proved to be different. A women's voice rang through his dreams. No, not a women's but a girls.
The boy whose eyes shine with green,
Prove to have the pain unseen.
The world, not hearing his pleas,
Shall experience, his unease.
"Who are you?" He asked.
He will disappear for weeks to come.
And none shall see through, but one.
Who is this one, none does know, Dragon!
The Dragon shall see the Phoenix in disguise!
"What are you talking about?" He asked again.
The abused Phoenix takes flight.
Forgetting about the world's plight.
Flying away the Phoenix in disguise,
Takes break from worry of the world.
To come back stronger than before.
"Show yourself!" he yelled. In response a figure came into view. A girl who looked to be about ten put herself into view. She wore a golden dress that went to her knees it had a nice V shape that went around her waist, then it puffed out; it had a ribbon around her waist that tied neatly into a bow on her left hip. Her blonde hair went down to her mid-back and seemed to be floating. Her hair also had a ribbon but it was red not gold, and her pail skin made her green eyes pop out. Her pink lips moved.
I can not be unseen
To those who will see.
For you will be the first,
To see, me.
The child waits in the cosmic room.
For her two parents to become one not two.
Shall they become? Or shall the child have no room?
"Who are you?" he asked gently.
My name to be,
shall be,
Mariah.
She said in an almost inaudible whisper.
What has needed to be done is said,
A gift from those who still hope
Now must be given.
She opened one of her small palms and extended her arm. In it was a necklace with a dragon pendant, wrapped around a sword. It had a red gem atop its hilt; the dragon's eyes had two green gems. It was pure silver with a chain of the same silver. He took it from the small girls hand and put it around its neck.
"It is beautiful Mariah. I shall wear it always."
The seen now must be unseen,
To those who have seen.
With that Harry Potter awoke with a loud banging against his door.
"Get up you freak! There are things to be done!" yelled the thunderous voice of Uncle Vernon. Harry rubbed his head.
"That was such a weird dream, but at least it proved to be interesting." He said as he sat up. He felt a cold chain around his neck, not only that but it had a slight weight to it. He looked down at his chest and gaped. It wasn't a dream. It was real, what was her name. Mariah! That was it. What did she mean? Take flight? Phoenix? Maybe if I ask Hermio- He stopped thinking right then. There was no Hermione for him, no Ron, or anyone (not even the OoTP) for that matter. As soon as they found out he was gay they scolded him, called him a freak, and then left him. He curled into a ball and cried. He heard his uncle coming back up the stairs, he quickly got dressed and opened the door to reveal an angry Vernon.
"I called you down once already! Are you deaf, filth?" He raised his fist at the small boy.
"I'm sorry Uncle Vern-"he was cut off when a fist connected with his mouth.
"Consider that a warning freak! Now hurry up, we are all starving and the house is a mess from Dudley's party last night!" His uncle growled out. Then he stomped to the bathroom to wash his hand so it wouldn't be filthy like his nephew. Harry made sure his new possession remained under his shirt. He found it was and made his way down the stairs. In the kitchen a whale of a boy was complaining about not having his food yet.
"Where is my food! It was supposed to be here hours ago!" the boy who was also known as Dudley exaggerated. When he saw Harry, he got up and he punched him in the stomach, then several more times in the same spot.
"Boy!" yelled his Aunt Petunia. "Hurry up and make the breakfast! Cant you see that my Dudder's is starving!" She said after Dudley had finished his assault. Yes, the Dursley family knew that everyone had abandoned him. They knew because Dudley had hit him, the first week after the OoTP has visited and nothing happened. Harry had told everyone by then that he was gay. He hadn't spoken much since then except for small replies here and there. The Dursely's took full advantage of the abandonment; they did what ever they could to make him angry and miserable. They never pushed him too far but just far enough to make him miserable in the end. They constantly reminded him of Sirius's death, they reminded him about him no longer having anyone to run to, they even went as far as to killing his one and only friend, Hedwig. The loyal snowy owl was gone, it pushed him to the edge but they reminded him about underage wizardry, and he stopped.
When breakfast was finally served Petunia told him his chores. "You will wash the dishes, clean all the floors, make the beds, clean the rooms and make them spotless, weed the garden, mow the lawn, clean the gutters, clean the bathroom, and wash the walls. Remember to wear your gloves! I don't want your filthy prints anywhere on my house! I will be gone today because the neighbors invited me to tea all day." It was Saturday, Vernon wouldn't be working, Harry normally didn't have a problem with this but that dream put him at unease. Petunia left at ten o'clock, Harry was cleaning the floors by then, he did all his chores, and Dudley as it turned out had gone to a friend's house which made his chores easier. He had forgotten about his Uncle until he was scrubbing the tub with vigor, he sensed his uncle watching, but continued washing the tub. He hoped that Vernon would just kick him call him filthy or a freak and walk away. That wasn't the case; Vernon was drunk off his arse. He stepped towards the boy, he raised his hand and smacked Harry's ass, causing the raven haired boy to fall forward and break his nose after colliding with the slick tub. Holding his nose Harry refused to turn towards Vernon to frightened to do anything. He heard his uncle messing with his belt, the pants fall to the floor, suddenly he felt giant squishy hands yank his pants down (since his pants were Dudley's it didn't take much for them to fall). He tried to squirm away, but he was hit in the jaw again.
"Don't move boy! If you move I will never let you out of your room again. Not even food will make it to you." Harry stayed still, his worst nightmare come true. He was going to be raped by his uncle and no one was going to save him. He was suddenly turned around and brought to his knees. Vernon's large member in front of him. "Suck boy!" Harry leaned forward and started to suck, his head was shoved forward when Vernon's hand shoved. When Vernon became very hard he pulled his nephews hairs and made him turn around.
"On your hands and knees, whore!" Harry complied. He felt Vernon's member against his arse hole. Then Vernon shoved himself in Harry's tight ass. Harry bit down to keep from screaming, but tears feel down his face. No one wants me, nobody cares about me. I am just a weapon, and then I am nothing. Nobody will need me after that. Vernon pumped in and out of the poor boy mercilessly, taking his virginity the last thing he had. When he finished he hit Harry again, then drug him down the stairs not caring that Harry's head hit each one of the steps, he began to beat Harry up again, he kicked him in the ribs, the groin, wherever he could, called him a freak, useless, filth and whatever else he could imagine until the boy was unconscious. Harry hadn't said a word, he just cried silent tears. When he awoke he saw Vernon coming in with a rope and a blindfold, "I see you're conscious now, you fucking whore. Now you can help me, put this on yourself!" he commanded. The boy did as told.
"Turn around I need to put this on you!" Again Harry listened without thought. His still had no pants on but he didn't care. The world had left him. Vernon pushed Harry out to his car the shoved him in the trunk, he hadn't bothered to remove anything. After the trunk was closed and secure, Vernon got into his car and drove off. To where Harry didn't know. But, a half hour later the car stopped. Harry had acquired some new bruises on the way from Vernon's tools and such.
"Get out you freak!" Came Vernon's voice. Harry could hear the rain, the cars, and when his feet touched the ground it was cold. Vernon removed the blindfold and ropes. "I never want you in our house again, whore! You fucking freak!" Vernon again got into the car and speed off. Harry looked around. He was in a large city, why would Vernon leave him here? He looked again and spotted an alleyway with boxes. He had no money, what else could he do? He walked towards the boxes and made a place to sleep and cried himself to sleep. Exhausted after the day's happenings, he didn't care about anything anymore. Not even the world; if they didn't want him then he would no longer be their lap dog. Right then a faint pink star appeared and disappeared on his forehead.
In the Malfoy Manor, Draco was having a strange dream. Potter was sleeping under some boxes in muggle London. His body abused, misused, and underfed. This couldn't be right he thought, Potter was adored at his home. No one would leave him out in the streets like that. He look's so miserable. He has no pants on either. "Dragon" whispered a voice. "Look closer Dragon." Draco looked closer, he saw the faint out line of a girl, she looked like a ghost. She was staring at Har- no Potter, and crying. He also noticed Potters features changing, his hair becoming brown, lightening bolt disappearing, everything was changing, before he could see the transformation become whole he was put into black. Dragon… Help him. The voice whispered. Did you not see? The Phoenix is broken. He is changing on his own whim, nobody loves him. He has lost everything. Go love the broken one. This cant be true! He thought. But Dragon, this is very much true. You're his only hope and he doesn't know it. Show yourself to me! You will see in due time, just remember the name Mariah. When you find the broken one say my name. If I do look for him how will I know its him? The sword and the Dragon hang about his neck. He will not be rid of it. It is his only prized possession left. Hurry now Dragon, the Broken one needs you! A small hand touched him on the forehead. Time to awake Dragon, the starmaru proves you to be one of the chosen.
"The fuck is a starmaru!" he screamed after waking up. "I'm going to have to order the house elves for some dreamless sleeping potions after that one." Draco got up a stretched. Not aware of the blue star on his forehead. He went towards his full length mirror, grabbed his brush, and started to brush his hair. His eyes wandered to his forehead and spotted the star. "So that's a Starmaru." He stated calmly. He tried to keep calm, so let me get this as straight as I can, a voice in my dreams, tells me to save the Golden Boy, then proceeds to put a star on my head in my dreams which appears in real life. I see, well I guess the next best thing to do, is listen to the dream voice and find Potter. This is going to be a great day. He thought sarcastically. Getting dressed he muttered a spell to cover up his new mark and went down the large stair case down to the Breakfast Room, at least he should eat before looking for the Golden Boy.
Draco's father was still in Azkaban, his mother was always away on business and never had time for him anymore. He wasn't even sure if she remembered if he existed or not. No one would miss him is he left for a few days. After having a few pancakes and wine he left the Breakfast Room and went back to his room to pack.
"I will only be gone a few days. I will bring only fifty galleons, to pay for room and food." He pulled out a backpack and brought some clothes out. He packed enough clothes for three days hoping that would be all he would need. Then he remembered Harry had no pants and went to the dresser and pulled a pair of pants out and packed them as well. Man, something must be wrong with me if I'm listening to a dream voice… but my instincts are telling me to so I must go, he thought, slipping on his backpack. He walked over to the fireplace grabbing some floo powder on the way and yelled "The Leaky Cauldron!" and disappeared after a whoosh of flames (hehe WHOOSH!). Tucking his arms and legs in Draco spun and spun until he reached his destination. Landing perfectly Draco stepped out of the fireplace calmly. He immediately walked towards Tom. Tossing a galleon he said. "Give me a room, please" Tom gave him a toothy smile.
"Follow me, mister…" the man was obviously senile or something to not recognize a Malfoy, but Draco did not want to have his fathers name. His father was crazy for following a lunatic like old Voldy.
"Dragon." He replied shortly.
"Ah, well follow me Mister Dragon, we have room seven available. Just cleaned too! How long will you be staying?"
"I'm not sure. Three days possibly." They walked by rooms 1-6 and finally they reached seven. Tom unlocked the door and handed Draco the key.
"Have a nice day Dragon, come down if you need anything." Draco just nodded and put his things on the bed.
"I will unpack later. I need a butter beer." Sighing he made his way back to the tavern part of the Cauldron. Sitting down he waved for a waitress. "Just one butter beer please." She just nodded and walked away to get his drink. How will I find him…? I know muggle London just as well as I know how many hairs are on my head. This would be so much easier if I knew him better." He sat there and thought for what seemed like hours. Then a thought stuck. He doesn't have his wand… How do I know that, oh right he isn't in Diagon Ally. He focused on Harry's wand in his mind remembering what it looked like. Accio, Harry's wand!" he muttered after moving his own around a bit. Then he sat and waited.
Back at the Dursley Home
"Hey dad."
"Yes Dudley?"
"Are Harry's things supposed to move by their selves?"
"No! Why?"
"Here comes his wand! DUCK"
"Where is a du-" he was cut of as something barely grazed his cheek, then it flew through the window breaking glass in the process.
At the Leaky Cauldron
It had been ten minutes later after Draco cast the spell, that he heard some people yelling duck to each other, he hadn't moved at all. He raised his left hand and caught the flying wand. He had also thought of a way to find Potter. More people, he walked over to the fireplace and fire called, Blaise, Pansy, Crabb, and Goyle. He told them the entire situation, what happened.
"Do you think I'm crazy for listening for a dream voice called Mariah?"
"Can we see the starmaru?" asked Blaise tentatively, being sure not to push Draco too far. Draco sighed and removed the spell. Everyone in the fire call gasped, they weren't expecting this. They all agreed to meet Draco there. About five minute later four more wizards and witches walked through the fireplace, all wearing backpacks and cloaks. They each gave Tom a galleon and requested a room. Once everyone was situated they began to plan.
"Potter is somewhere in muggle London, sleeping under some boxes. I would look for him myself but he has changed his identity. He has lost everything, this includes his home, hope, pants, everything."
"His pants?" giggled Pansy. Draco shot her a look, then smiled.
"You, my dear Pansy, is in charge of finding out where he lived before all this happened and getting his things before his 'family' decides to have a bon fire." Pansy began to pout and an idea struck her.
"I will do it Dray, I think I know who to ask for such knowledge…"
"Who?"
"A book. All knowledge of him should be in a book somewhere, or I can just trick Granger into telling me."
"I'm sure you could but-" not for the first time he was cut off as an owl delivered the news paper. On the front page was a picture of Potter himself. The headlines read, Harry Potter gone missing! Not even bothering to read the rest he looked around and saw every ones shocked faces, soon they turned into panic. "As I was saying, I'm sure you could but how do you know where to find her."
"Easy, she's right over there talking to Weasel." Draco looked to where she was pointing and saw the two. He smirked, and then frowned. They looked calm, too calm. He nodded and she got up, walked over and began to talk to the pair. He waved Tom over, the old bar tender walked over and gave a questioning look.
"Do you have a map of muggle London?" Tom nodded and shuffled off to get the map. "We are pulling all the stops to find him. We can not use magic in front of the muggles so we have to do this the old fashioned way." A shuffling noise was heard and Draco looked up at him.
"Here you go Mister Dragon. It's the map you asked for." Tom gave a big toothy grin and handed the map to Draco, then he shuffled away.
"Dragon?" Blaise asked questioningly.
"I don't want to have my fathers name anymore so when he asked I said the first thing that popped into my head." He replied unfolding the map. Once it was completely unfolded he took a pencil out. "Okay, we need to pull together. Muggle London is a huge place; we need to split up to find him. Remember he has no pants and if he is wearing any they are most likely garbage, I have an extra pair in my room. We should split into four sections." He made four circles; I know he isn't in the country so we don't need to go that far."
"How will we know we found him?" asked Goyle.
"He has a dragon sword pendant around his neck. It has a red gem, and two green ones, I do not know how I know this but trust me."
"Alright, I will take this circle." Crabb claimed. Pointing to the one, to the far right.
"I will take the one to the near left." Said Blaise.
"I guess I will take the nearest to me. This is the far left." Sighed Goyle.
"That leaves me with the near right." Draco said.
"I know where he lives, Dray. Do I go now?" asked Pansy once coming back.
"How did you find out?"
"Well once I mentioned Potter they shot me a look and asked what I wanted to know about a stupid fag like him. I think that's what they said." Looked at the shocked faces she continued. "I asked them where he lived and they were more than willing to tell me. I guess they were hoping I would kill him or something. I am also guessing that I didn't give them a chance to read the Daily Prophet."
"Well this is all a shock. Potters friends have turned on him. No wonder they haven't already started a search party and demanding what I did to him. Yes Pansy go now. I don't want to imagine what they will do to his things." Pansy nodded then, apparated away. Draco chose then to rub his temples.
"Why am I doing this? I am… was, a Malfoy. Born to hate Potter and kill him when I get the chance. He is my rival and here I am creating a search party, having someone get his things, and trying to find him."
"Dude, a dream voice gave you a starmaru and told you to do this. I would be doing the same thing. Plus, Potters fucking hot! Did you see him last year? He was tan; he fixed his eyes so he wouldn't have to wear glasses, and well toned. Holy shit, that's an orgasm right there, don't even get me started on the rest." Replied Blaise suggestively.
"No, I didn't notice Blaise, remember I am his rival. I did however notice his well-toned body. Its all most all gone, thanks to his –ahem- family. Anyways, let's get moving. We will meet back here at five okay? No side shopping!" He looked at Blaise while saying this.
"What! What did I do?" Blaise sighed and tossed his galleons on the table, "I promise I won't go shopping…"
Back to the Dursely's again…
Pansy apparated right in front of the Dursley home. She frowned and looked around, this place was too perfect. All the houses looked the same, the cars looked the same, and it was all too clean. She walked towards to house with the number four on it and rang the bell. A huge man with no neck answered.
"What do you want!" he demanded, it took all Pansy's muster to not yell at the man back.
"Hello sir is the Misses home today?" she said putting on the biggest smile she could for someone like him.
"Yes she is, Petunia! It's for you!" he turned and walked back, a woman with a longish neck appeared.
"Yes?" she said curtly.
"I am from the Clean Youth's of England, and we recently found out that your home was the tidiest. I was wondering if I could inspect your home to prove that this is true." Pansy lied, she hoped this would work. Petunia grinned right then.
"Yes! Yes! Of course come right in!" she stepped a side to let her in once Pansy had walked in she closed the door. "One of the rooms is in process of being cleaned. A visitor of our recently went home and left us a huge mess to clean." This got Pansy curios.
"My I see that one madam?" she asked politely
"Yes! Why, not?" The overly clean women was obviously so full of shit at that moment that she could not see through anything at the moment. She led Pansy right to the room and opened the door. Pansy noticed a lot of strange things, for one the window looked to be bared and welded shut, the floor was certainly stained with many things; blood being one of them along with urine and puke. There was a bed in the far corner with a sheet that had many holes in it, and the mattress seemed to be very old, and there in the corner next to it was the carcass of a bird still in its cage. Potters things nowhere to be found.
"I was wondering if I could just poke around a bit and see the rest of your house before I go report back." She said putting on her cutest smile. The lady just nodded and left, Pansy checked the closet in the room, the bathroom, everywhere but one place, the closet underneath the stair case. She found it to be locked. She looked around and saw the disgustingly huge boy, okay two really fat people and Harry is underfed? Notta whole lot is making sense here… she thought. Then she smiled brightly and called for the gullible Petunia.
"Um, miss I can't seem to get this door open. Are you hiding a mess from me? I don't want to have to tell my group that the stories were false…" she put up her crocodile tears and they started to fall.
"Oh, no my poor dear! Here you go you poor thing." She unlocked the door and once again walked away like a puppet on a string. Pansy thought. She opened the door and saw all of Harry's things, excluding his wand; she started to drag them out. She looked around and saw no one. She put everything in his trunk and dragged it outside; she came back and saw a small indentation on the carpet where the apparent wand escape began. She smile, Miss sweet thing from The clean Youth's of England is gone time for some real fun!
"I am done you wench!" she called, sounding as snide as possible.
"What did you call me?" she yelled running into the room.
"I called you a wench you bitch! Don't you know? There is no such thing as clean youths of England. God you sure are gullible!"
"What ever were you here for then?" she paused then her eyes got wide, then turned into slits. "You came for that fucking freak didn't you? Well he isn't here so you just be on you way."
"No, I came for Harry's things you fucking whore!"
"What going on here?" called her husband as he came in.
"You are one of his little friends from that freak school isn't you?" exclaimed Petunia; she seemed to be going into shock.
"No I am not but I still care for him. You shouldn't be the ones calling anyone a freak! Don't touch me you disgusting boy!" she yelled when Dudley tried to grab her, she ran out the door and apparated away, leaving three very angry Dursely's.
Harry awoke, that morning feeling a little better about something's. He was still alone, now more so then ever, he had no pants, but he wasn't with those god awful Dursely's.
He sat up and looked around, he saw an empty garbage bag and some tape. Well I can't go without pants forever... He crawled over to the garbage bag and tape and ran back to his box and began making pants. By the time he was done he had the garbage bag pants taped around his waist and had made certain rips to make them pants. It's better than it was before. At least I still have this pendant Mariah gave me; I will never let it leave my possession. He put his hand to where the pendant lay, he felt safer when he did that. He heard a voice from behind him.
"Oh you poor thing!" a women who seemed to be talking to him was staring at him, he just stared back. "I don't think I have seen you before, I know all the homeless…" she paused and looked at him closer, he stiffened thinking she knew who he was. "Is that blood in your beautiful brown hair, oh, and all those bruises! You poor thing! What is your name?"
"I-Its, H- I m- mean, Charoum." He replied quietly, starting to shake. He felt a hand on his shoulder and screamed and crawled away.
"Shhhhhhh! It's okay Charoum, its okay. No need to scream. I am Amy from the local homeless shelter. Would you like to have something to eat? You look slightly underfed." She offered him a hand and he took it. They walked a couple blocks further, and Harry saw a line of people waiting to get something, Amy steered him towards the line and directly into the building. "Hey, Sarah! We've got a new one!" she called as they got closer to the front of the line. A girl wearing a hair-net looked up, when she saw Harry her jaw went slack.
"Oh. My. Gosh! What happened to him! He looks worse than Jeramih when he got here. Is that blood in his hair? The poor thing. What is his name?"
"He says he is Charoum, I want to give him a bath and feed him, but today is my day off so I don't have a key to the bathing room." Sarah tossed her a key and went back to feeding the others. "Come on, follow me. Things will get better from here they always do… At least that's what I am told." She lead him down a hall and through a door, inside was a bathroom. Charoums eyes got wide and he started to panic. He tried to get away, this was a bad place! He had to get out! "Charoum! Charoum! Its okay! Nothing is going to hurt you in here!" she held onto him until he calmed down. Then she looked him in the eyes. "I'm not sure what happened to you Charoum, but it won't happen again in this room. Alright?" He just nodded and looked himself in the mirror and saw why a lot of people didn't recognize him. He looked totally different, a brown mop on top his head, hazel eyes, lighter skin, and no scar. He looked back and Amy and saw her back turned. "Get undressed and into the bath, okay? I won't look at you; in fact I put bubbles in there to so I can't see anything at all."
He got undressed and slipped into the warm bath. He sighed at the warmth; it had been a long time since he felt warm at all let alone have a bath. All he had at the Dursely's was being sprayed by Dudley on the occasion. He felt some soap touch his scalp, then a pair of hands. He tensed at the hands but remembered what Amy said and relaxed. He didn't trust her fully because everyone betrayed him absolutely everybody.
"Hey where did that necklace come from?" she asked nicely, "You don't have to answer… It's just so pretty. Its all you have isn't it? I mean who ever you were with obviously hated you. We get all types of people here, eventually you can tell how people were treated and what they were like. I can tell you played a sport of some kind until at some point, something stopped you. I'm not going into all that, but your safe here." He remained silent but kept his hand on his pendant. Maybe I will stay here for a while…It seems safe. He just sat in the tub. "Charoum, I am going to wash your chest then you can wash the rest of yourself alright?" he just nodded, he closed his eyes as she washed his face, then neck and chest and back. She handed him the soap bar and let him wash the rest of himself. He got out and was handed some clothes, they were used but at least they might fit better.
"Come on; let's get you something to eat. I am sure your starving." She took his hand and led him back down the hall. Sarah saw them and got a plate ready, she put on mashed potatoes a steak, and some milk.
"Here you go cutie. You look a lot better without all that dirt." She handed him the plate.
"Thank you." He muttered before walking away and taking a seat by himself.
"He sure is a quiet one." Sarah noted.
"He has been through a lot. That's actually the second most he has said to anyone today. Something has really hurt him. Did you see all those bruises they don't come from fights." Replied Amy.
"Yeah I know. I hope whoever did that to him gets it three times worse."
"He has such an odd name. I think he made it up. He doesn't want to be known."
"But, Charoum is a real name, I called Simon, he looked it up. It means Angle of Silence." They both paused and stared at the boy; he was enjoying his food and had a small smile on his face.
"He panicked when he saw the tub. He tried to run and everything."
"Poor guy, he looks to be about our age Aim. Do you think someone is looking for him?"
"Maybe, I don't know. I hope some one is because he needs somebody. All he has is that pendant around his neck."
"Where will he sleep tonight?"
"He can't go with me… My room mates finally moved in."
"Me either, parents got mad last time. Char's going to have to sleep where ever he was before."
"It was a box, I saw it. When I was walking by he was taping on those garbage bag pants. Very clever of him, I don't think he had pants when he got to where he was. We have got some sick bastards out there." Charoum got up and handed his plate back.
"Hey hun, did you like the food?" When he nodded. "Hey, Room? I'm sorry but we couldn't find a place for you to stay. Do you need some money?" He just put up his hand and shook his head. He didn't want to take what wasn't his they already had done enough. Little did he know that some one was doing more for him, which was until he felt someone turn him around and saw Blaise Zambini. He went stiff and felt like screaming but didn't have the voice. Blaise reached down his shirt and pulled out the pendant, Blaise looked up and read the clock. It was almost five.
"Hey, listen I heard you need a place to stay. I have a place and I know someone is looking for you. Don't worry I am under oath to not hurt you." He looked at Charoum who nodded. "I'm sorry I seem to have forgotten you name what is it again?"
"Charoum…" he whispered, he looked at Sarah and Amy, and hey both smiled and nodded at him.
"You had better be nice to him, he has been through a lot and watch out for those bruises, they are everywhere." Amy said as she looked at Blaise with a stern look.
"Believe me; I will be nice to him. I only met him once before you see and my friend is looking for him." He replied nicely, "Hey, Charoum. Can you follow me?" once he received a nod he started to walk Charoum right behind him. Once they were away from ears he spoke again. "Nice name Harry, don't worry I really meant it when I said I wouldn't hurt you. Though I might hurt someone else for not letting me go shopping in my spare time." He looked back at Harry, "What's up Harry? You seem to be awfully quiet. Unless I am talking too much, then you can stop me." Harry remained silent. "huh, something real bad must've happened. I won't tell you who was looking for you though; I don't want you to run away again, then I would have to come back tomorrow and try again. Finding you was the hard part. Couldn't use magic you see." He looked back at Harry whose eyes remained on the ground, Blaise noticed the odd way Harry was walking. Then came to a realization, the situation is what his group called a code 50. He picked up Harry and started to run, code 50's were one of the worst codes they had made up. They spoke in code in their minds, he Draco, Pansy, Crabb, and Goyle. They knew sometimes that would be the only way, they created this link through a potion. He opened his him and yelled in it Code 50! Code 50! Every one back to the Tavern! Then he closed his mind and continued running, Harry holding on for dear life. Once he reached the Tavern he sat Harry down at the table.
"Two butter beers please, and a drop of healing potion in one if you have any." He told the waitress who saw them running in. Pansy was coming back from Draco's room setting all of Harry's things up. She looked panicked.
"Please tell me you did not just say Code 50!" she pleaded, when Blaise nodded she looked faint. Goyle was next to arrive he looked very pale; he was o his way back when he heard Blaises announcement. Then it was Crabb, then last but not least Draco. By this time with everyone rushing in and all Harry was in a tight ball with no signs of getting out of it.
"Draco, you need to say it! He has the pendant, when I found him, people called him Charoum. You remember what that means right?" Draco nodded after Blaise was done.
"Take him up to my room I don't want people rushing up to him." Harry was really confused but even more frightened.
"Harry, can you walk for me one more time?" Blaise asked gently, he got a nod. Blaise indicated for the rest to watch when Harry stood, that's when they all realized it really was a code 50. Blaise picked him up again. "Never mind, I will carry you again. Pansy can you carry the butter beers, one of them has a drop of healing potion in them so don't drink either one." He carried Harry into room seven and set him onto the bed. "Don't worry Charoum no one will touch you in that way here. Draco, now really you need to say it." Draco nodded.
"Charoum, listen Charoum. I need you to listen closely." He said while he kneeled in front of the shaking boy, he then whispered, "Mariah."
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AN: Hi its me the infamous Tai! If I have read your fan fiction you know it. I decided to write my own for once! Though only this one is up. If you have any questions you don't think will be answered in the future please ask them now! This is my first fic that I have posted! Please R and R (rest and relax!) what did u think I meant. (whistles).
