29 - Friend
"When you said it was a Grimm thing, I thought you might be in danger," came the voice of his cavalry.
Harry looked up from where he'd been ineffectively trying to get the boy to calm down, to understand that he was not going to eat him or chop off his head or anything and for-Merlin's-sake at least keep breathing instead of hyperventilating.
"Help?" the wizard asked, still seated on the ground next to the panicked youth.
The Grimm shook his head with a warm smile and turned to the teenager next to him. "Hey Mikey, you ok there?"
""Nick?!" the scared teen called out and scrambled towards him - away from Harry, "Nick, he's a Grimm! He's a Grimm!"
The police detective knelt down beside them.
"Yes, I know," Nick said in a voice that was both firm and soothing and everything Harry had been going for and failing terribly at.
And as easily as that, the detective managed to do what the Boy-Who-Lived couldn't in twenty minutes.
Some saviour he was, Harry thought ruefully.
Nick on the other hand, was doing just fine. So the wizard sat back and watched how the only actual Grimm there talked to 'Mikey' and managed to change him from a terrified gasping heap into a teenage boy who was actually bold enough to look Harry in the eyes without a glimmer of fear but a whole heap of curiosity. All that, with just a few words and that earnest, protective look on the detective's face.
Ladies and gentleman, the Grimm. Run away in fear.
The wizard shook his head and stayed exactly where he was, under a tree on the leaf-covered grass in a park, feeling both completely useless at human interaction and oddly proud that this ridiculous man was his friend.
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