28 - Fear
"Grimm..!" A terrified voice squeaked moments after his eyes met those of one of a pair of furry-faced boys. Both of whom then proceeded to, not very effectively, hide behind a nearby tree – where they started furiously whispering to each other.
"A Grimm, what do we do? What do we do!? Should we run away? But then he'll notice us! I don't want to die."
The other boy shook his head in denial, "He's not a Grimm, he can't be. The only Grimm around here is Nick!"
"I know what I saw!"
Harry blinked at the strange reaction before nodding in understanding, "Nick, huh."
Somehow Nick was just as bad as Harry – strange things happened around him and trouble stalked the detective as fervently as it had the-Boy-Who-Lived.
One of the two boys peaked around the tree; "Did I say Nick? I meant Dick. Who is someone else entirely, not a Grimm at all. We don't know anything about the Grimm. A Grimm, any Grimm, anywhere."
And then the kid was once again hiding.
The wizard raised an eyebrow in the general direction of the tree; "So you don't know Nick Burkhardt?"
Another frightened squeak came from behind the tree, followed by a frantic: "How did he know his last name? Did he read my mind? He read my mind!"
And then Harry saw a glimpse of flailing limbs as the blond fell. The wizard quickly stood and moved forward so that he could see around the tree. The blond boy was lying on his back on the ground. Thankfully he seemed to be breathing.
"…did he faint?" Harry asked blankly, turning to look at the other boy. The adolescent cast him one terrified look and ran away like the hounds of hell were at his heels.
Leaving Harry with an unconscious minor. Fantastic.
He kneeled next to the boy, carefully checking him over before digging out the mobile phone that his friends in this world managed to convince him to get.
"Detective Burkhardt."
"Nick. Could you come and give me a hand?" Harry started reluctantly, "…It's a Grimm thing."
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