So chapter five is up, and part four of the pilot episode in the series. The next chapter will be the first of my own episode and will be called 'One Call'. Maybe some of you can figure out what could be happening in that or maybe not. Anyway I'll write a little bit more on that at the bottom and let you get on with the final chapter for the pilot.
Pilot: Chapter 4
Harry pulled at the collar of his shirt clearly showing his annoyance with the piece of clothing. Even though it felt like it was constricting against his neck the shirt hung loosely on him. Seriously, why did he have to wear this? Couldn't he just wear his normal clothes. Jeans, trainers and a shirt. They were comfortable, not this.
"Relax, it's just a shirt" Oliver stated as Harry pulled at the collar again this time muttering something under his breath. "It's not gonna kill you."
"Yeah well I don't like suits" Harry said, irritated. He pulled at the collar again as if that would help. "I don't wear them for a reason."
"I thought the reason was because you've not had the chance, you know being trapped on an island for five years. Unless you found a hidden shop whilst we were there and you didn't tell me."
Harry laughed bitterly, "That doesn't change the fact I don't like them." Harry sighed and pulled the suit jacket from the back of the couch and slipped it on. He looked in the mirror and bit back another sigh. He looked reasonably smart, wearing a black suit and white shirt underneath that had the top buttons undone and folded back, until you reached his head where his hair was still messy and sticking up in all directions.
"It's for a couple of hours, and you won't even be in it for the majority of the time." Harry watched the reflection of Oliver standing in the doorway in a suit of his own, his one grey instead of black.
"Whether it's for a couple of hours or a couple of seconds, I'll be miserable the entire time." It was Oliver's turn to sigh. He made a mental note to never wake Harry up again, since he had done that this morning Harry had been in a more than miserable mood. But then again, it was Harry so Oliver knew he'd be waking the boy up in the future just to annoy him. It was only fair considering Harry did his best at annoying Oliver in return.
"You moan more than a child does" Oliver stated, moving slightly to lean on the door frame of Harry's bedroom. Harry shrugged his shoulders, still getting annoyed by his suit.
"Technically I'm still a child." Oliver rolled his eyes at Harry's response.
"But not a five year old" Oliver said. "Now come on we're meant to be at the party." With that Harry begrudgingly left the room, mocking Oliver as he went, this showing he was still a boy on the inside, even if he'd learnt to hide that side of him on the island.
"So has our good friend Hunt put a transfer into the bank yet?" Harry whispered to Oliver, slowing down to walk in step with him.
"What do you think?" Oliver asked, making a sceptical sort of grunt as he said it.
"I guessed as much." Harry hadn't expected anything less, Adam Hunt was greedy, he wouldn't give up anything that he owned, not even a penny, not without a fight anyway. Unfortunately for him, Harry and Oliver were well prepared to do things the hard way before they'd even spoken to the man in the car park.
"Mr Queen, Mr Potter" a familiar voice said behind the pair as they left the building. They were walking in the direction of the gate, completely ignoring the car parked next to them. "Don't you have a party to go to?" Diggle finished. The man opened the back door of the car and waited for the two to get in. There was a triumphant grin on his face as Harry and Oliver got into the car, not happy with it themselves.
-o-0-o-
The building their 'welcome back' party was being held in was opposite Hunt International, a huge building that showed exactly the sort of person Adam Hunt was. Rich and a show off. The place Harry could guarantee you would be full to the brim with mercenaries and security, even if you couldn't see them from outside the building. And if the man didn't usually have security around him, which Harry thought was very unlikely, he would definitely have today, with ten o'clock looming ever nearer.
Harry walked into the building beside Oliver. Diggle was not so far behind them, and Harry knew he never would be, which could be a problem for the two later. But for now however, Harry ignored this and concentrated on the problem at hand. He was at a party surrounded by hundreds of people he didn't know. Damn, he could fire arrows and jump across buildings like it was nothing, but talking to a bunch of strangers was terrifying. Seriously, had Tommy invited the entire city to this party because it sure felt like it?
"Are you alright there Harry?" Oliver shouted, his voice rose to be heard over the music around them.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I'm good." He couldn't help but feel that was a bit of a lie. Whether he'd done these things a million times before or not, he always got nervous before he put the hood on. He was ready though. He and Oliver had gone through every outcome of tonight's events this morning and now he felt prepared for anything. They both did. They weren't stupid though. Harry and Oliver would stay on their guards and have both of their eyes open until the forty million dollars was in the bank account.
Whether that was by force or not.
The two walked further into the party, some people stopped and stared, most of them at Oliver as he was the famous one here, but some paid Harry a glance before turning back to what they were doing beforehand. Dancing, drinking, or talking.
Within only several minutes of being in the building Tommy had hunted them out and dragged Oliver away. Harry had chosen not to go when he realised Tommy was shouting for the music to be turned down. He hadn't been alone for a second before Diggle stopped next to him and Harry didn't know whether to feel relieved that he wasn't standing awkwardly on his own now and was seeing a familiar face or annoyed that the man couldn't keep an eye on Oliver instead. He looked around as if hoping Oliver would suddenly appear again but he had no such luck. Oliver was lost in his old environment.
"So…" Harry said dragging out the 'o' to ease the silence. Diggle turned to look at him and Harry bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment.
"So" the man said back. The conversation didn't seem to be going anywhere but eventually Diggle spoke. "Is this your first party?" the man asked.
Harry exhaled quickly. "It's that obvious?" Harry said in reply.
"It is." Harry didn't notice it but the corners of Diggle's lips were curled in amusement.
"Great" Harry said. If things weren't bad enough with him standing awkwardly alone he was now in an awkward conversation with Oliver's body guard.
"You know" Diggle spoke again, "It's usually more exciting at a party if you make conversation with the guests." Harry fought back the scowl he wanted to throw Diggle's way.
"I know" he said back more harshly than he had intended. Deciding to get out of the awkward conversation Harry walked towards the stairs at the back of building where he could just make out the shapes of Oliver and Tommy. He pushed his way between people; mentally apologising to them as he went passed them. He passed a bar where there were two bar tenders hurriedly refilling glasses of drinks. He covered his ears as he passed a rather noisy group of girls that didn't seem to know where the line between laughing normally and laughing like a maniac was. According to Harry, they crossed that line a long time ago.
A sudden burst of laughter from one of the girls made him turn around and stop in his tracks. It turned out one of the girls had tripped over her ridiculously high heels. Harry highly doubted Oliver or Tommy knew all of these people. Ignoring the laughter the best he could Harry turned back and started walking. He was brought quickly out of his thoughts by someone falling into him and spilling what smelt like alcohol over his shirt.
"Oh my god. I am so sorry" a girl with short brown hair said. "I… I didn't see you… when I did I…"
"It's fine" Harry said looking down at his clothes that were soaking up the alcohol the girl had spilt on him. The white of his shirt was now a pale blue, Harry really had no idea what the girl had been drinking but it smelt slightly fruity.
"I'm so sorry." The girl stopped talking and ran off into the crowd. Harry watched her run off and then looked down at his clothes. He wiped his hands down his shirt in an attempt to try and get rid of the sky coloured liquid.
Harry looked around trying to think of what to do but before he thought about moving the girl returned, her hands now free of the drink and full of paper towels. "Here" she said, handing Harry the towels. Harry didn't take them immediately so she started trying to mop up the drink herself, which in the end forced Harry to take them. "I'm really sorry by the way."
"No, it's fine" Harry said drying his clothes with the towels. They weren't doing much help at all but he was grateful for the gesture. It showed that the girl was at least truly sorry, although Harry new that as he could hear the sincerity in her voice. "Trust me, it could have been worse."
"Not likely, I mean I just spilt my drink all over your clothes. I'm sorry." She then put the used towels in the bin and turned to Harry, making sure she avoided the drink that was still on the floor. "My name's Chelsea by the way. Chelsea Hughes."
"Harry" Harry replied. "Harry Potter."
Realisation seemed to dawn on the girls face. Inwardly Harry groaned knowing what the girl was thinking. She wasn't a witch, or at least Harry didn't think she was, so there was only one other way she could recognise him. Not that either way would be great. "You're the guy that was found on the island." Mentally Harry cheered. He was correct.
On the outside Harry smiled, trying not to show his annoyance at the question. The last thing he wanted was to talk about a place he'd escaped. He didn't want people to tip toe around the fact either, just act normal around him. "Yeah that's me" he said suddenly feeling very quiet. The girl, Chelsea, seemed to notice the change in his mood.
"Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm here with a friend from school, he's over there actually" she said pointing towards the centre of the building where there was a lot of people dancing. A lot. Again Harry was hit with the thought that Oliver and Tommy didn't know all of these people. "I should probably go and find him; you come with me if you want to? You know, instead of standing here on your own."
Contemplating it Harry looked down at his watch. If he was going to go he'd check he had time first. Half past nine. Part of him was relieved he didn't have the time, with only half an hour until the big hour he'd been waiting for. Anyway, she was probably just inviting him over because she felt sorry about the drink incidence. "I would but I need to find Oliver. My friend" he added as an afterthought. Of course she knows who Oliver is if you know Harry thought to himself.
"Okay, if you change your mind we'll probably still be over there" the girl said and walked off in the direction she had pointed in. "I'm really sorry by the way." Harry smiled at her and then turned to the wall to hide his front from view. When he knew Diggle wasn't watching he looked at his shirt and concentrated on it, using his magic to dry it. As much as he could anyway. His shirt was still damp but there was no visible spillage except for a very pale blue stain. He carried on walking towards the stairs figuring people would only see it in the dark lighting if they knew it was there or were looking for it specifically.
With it only being thirty minutes until ten o'clock Harry started looking for Oliver. He needed to make sure he had a little time to get ready and then the two would be visiting Adam Hunt. He raced up the stairs where he'd seen Oliver walking up a second ago. At the top of the stairs Harry saw Oliver talking with a woman with dark long brown hair. The two were talking privately but Harry couldn't help but over hear them. "When she died did she suffer?" the girl asked and Harry detected a sad note to her voice. Harry hesitated feeling he was crashing a private conversation the other two didn't want him to hear.
He decided to hang back and concentrate on something to stop himself from overhearing their conversation. Instead he watched the people downstairs dancing to a song he'd never heard before. He laughed to himself when he saw the loud group of girls at the bar, still laughing.
After several minutes of standing awkwardly at the top of the stairs he checked his watch and saw the watch hand turn, signalling it was now ten o'clock. Had Adam Hunt made the payment? He still highly doubted it.
As if to prove the point he heard an alarm from his left and turned to see Oliver taking his phone from his pocket. No one else would have noticed it as Oliver had learnt to hide his emotions well but Harry could see the anger radiating off of him. Apparently the woman noticed too as she asked if he was alright. Harry took this as his signal to walk over to the pair and Oliver gave him a small nod to show he'd noticed his presence. Harry returned it.
"I'm fine, just, I asked someone to do something for me" Oliver said. As he said the next bit he looked at Harry, even when he knew the teen knew what he was about to say. "He didn't do it."
Even when he knew what Oliver was going to say, he still felt slightly annoyed at the stubbornness of Hunt but he swallowed the irritation. There was no point getting angry when he knew all along that the payment wasn't going to be paid.
"Laurel" Oliver said and Harry looked up at him, recognising the name. This was the woman fighting against Hunt. Dread suddenly hit Harry in the chest, he hadn't told Oliver about Hunt and Laurel. He had no certain idea if Laurel's life was in danger. Harry tuned back into the end of the sentence, "… stay away from me."
"You know Oliver" Laurel said, her face going cold. Harry once again felt like he was intruding on something he shouldn't be in. "The island did change you. You're honest with people now." With that Laurel left Oliver and Harry on their own, rushing down the stairs to probably leave the party.
Harry looked at Oliver slightly confused but Oliver just shook his head, not wanting to talk about it. "We need to go get out stuff" Oliver said walking off but Harry stopped him by grabbing his shoulder.
"Wait" he said. "Is she going against Adam Hunt as the fighting attorney?"
Oliver's eyes narrowed. "Yes, why?"
"The day before yesterday I overheard Hunt talking with some of his workers. I meant to tell you but then there was the abduction and everything got complicated and I forgot." Harry paused momentarily before carrying on, just so Oliver could catch up with him. At a nod from Oliver to say carry on Harry said, "He was talking about keeping Laurel quiet, there were no specifics but he told this guy to deal with her, to stop her from speaking out tomorrow." Oliver's face went from serious to angry to serious again.
"Did he say anything about harming her?" he asked turning to look in the direction Laurel had left in.
"No" Harry said subconsciously rubbing his arm. "But I got a bad feeling. Not that that means anything" he added.
The two were silent for a minute before they started walking to their hidden spot for their equipment. Oliver knew that 'the feeling' meant something. Both men had grown to trust their gut feelings, and trust the other when they felt the same. "Alright, you keep an eye on Laurel, she's gonna be going home so make sure she arrives there and be ready."
Harry looked slightly shocked. "What and leave you to deal with Hunt on your own? No."
"Harry, I need you to do this. Make sure she gets home and then come in. I can't let Detective Lance loose both of his daughters because of me." Harry stopped. He didn't like this idea. The two had a plan detailing every specific. Oliver could only do what he was going to do with Harry's help. "We've made things up on the spot before. We can do it again."
Harry looked at the ceiling with conflicting emotions. Eventually a side of his brain won out over the other. "Alright, but… don't do anything stupid."
"When do I ever do that?" Oliver asked causing a nervous smile to form on Harry's lips. All the time, Harry thought.
-o-0-o-
After getting his suit on and hiding his alcohol stained suit in a bin, Harry and Oliver split up. Oliver heading to Hunt's office and Harry looking for Laurel. He still didn't feel comfortable about the idea of leaving Oliver but went anyway understanding where the other man was coming from. Oliver could defend himself; Laurel on the other hand probably couldn't, especially in the glades alone at night.
He ran along the rooftops, staying low and out of site. He didn't know where Laurel had gone but he assumed she wouldn't still be at the party and she couldn't have gotten that far in the space of ten minutes. Well, he hoped not anyway as he didn't know where her house was.
In the red arrow suit he blended into the darkness quite well. That was only because it was a dark red though. If it had been bright red then he might as well have just walked around with torches on his head, lighting up his every move.
He could actually do with a torch at the moment, considering he couldn't see much at all, especially the woman he was looking for but hardly knew what she looked like. Great. Just another thing stacked against him.
When he was starting to lose all hope of finding her something from the corner of his eye caught his attention. It was only a slight movement but he noticed it. Near an alley. Great, Harry thought. Nothing good ever happened in alleys. Harry climbed down the side of the building he was on, using a broken and unused fire escape to get to the ground. Jumping the last few steps he landed quietly on the cement floor and stood up heading in the direction of the alley, keeping to the shadows to remain unseen.
Several minutes had passed in the time he'd seen the movement to the time he actually arrived there, but he hadn't been expecting what he found.
The woman he was looking for, Laurel Lance, was in the corner of the alley with several men surrounding her. However that wasn't what caught his attention. It was the man already lying on the floor unconscious at Laurels feet.
He didn't stay shocked though as he had more things to deal with. He pulled an arrow from his quiver and knocked it to his bow string. He then aimed and fired, all of this happening in a matter of seconds. The arrow he'd let loose from the bow planted itself firmly in the man closest to Laurel's chest. He screamed out in pain, the arrow not hitting anything vital.
He felt to the ground and grabbed his chest. "I wouldn't remove that if I were you" he said as the guy grabbed hold of the arrow. "That would be a pretty stupid move."
The rest of the men turned around and looked at him each of them holding a weapon of some sort. From under his hood Harry counted five men, not including the two on the floor. "You're the guy that attacked Hunt" one of them accused.
"Half" red arrow stated. "There were two of us and yeah, technically we didn't attack him, we we're just making a point."
"Two of my friends ended up in hospital because of you."
"Us and I'm sorry about that but they shot at us first" the red arrow continued shrugging his shoulders as he pulled another arrow from his quiver and rested it on his bow.
The men forgot about Laurel for now and turned to him instead. "Look, I'll give you one chance to leave here and we can forget about this. Otherwise you'll be joining your friends in the hospital."
All five of the men laughed at this, some of them louder and far more confident than the others. The man that had been talking the entire time pulled a gun from his pocket. However, Harry had already shot an arrow at him before the guy had even aimed his weapon.
This was enough to make the other four men spring into action. All four of them advanced on the vigilante and he smiled. The smile was menacing, but the four mercenaries didn't see this as Harry's face was cast in shadow. The one closest to Harry made the first move, swinging his fist at the vigilantes face. It was a simple but well aimed punch. One that was expected and the red arrow bought his arm up and blocked the strike, moving his arm to the side to knock the guy off balance before grabbing his arms to keep him still. In turn he then aimed a punch at the man, hitting him square in the jaw.
As his fist made contact with bone the man moaned in pain and fell backwards but Harry, who still had a firm grip on the man's wrist pulled the man towards him and grabbed his chest. He then turned and faced another mercenary who was getting ready to kick him. Instead of kicking Harry though, his foot went into his comrade who was pinned in front of Harry as a shield.
This time Harry let go of the man and let him fall to the floor, moaning in pain and holding his stomach. Harry didn't have time to stop and watch though as the second mercenary, the one who had kicked his friend and probably broken some of his ribs, lunged at him.
The red arrow didn't have time to think before he fell backwards into a trash can. The man was on top of him and threw a punch at Harry's head. He brought his arm up and blocked his face, the man's fist hitting Harry in the arm instead.
From the corner of his eye he saw the last two mercenaries turning back to deal with Laurel, leaving their friend to deal with Harry. He felt a pair of hands grasp his throat and his air supply was suddenly cut off.
Harry grabbed the man's wrists, trying to pull them away from his neck but it didn't work. The man's grip was like iron around his throat.
Realising he couldn't pull the man from his he reached out behind his head. Trying to find his bow he knew had fallen somewhere behind him. For several seconds, Harry was scrabbling around on the ground, trying to find his bow without being able to see it.
Eventually, when his vision blurred from the lack of oxygen, Harry felt a familiar object brush his hand. His fingers wrapped around it and with all of his strength, Harry swung his bow at the man's head. There was a sickening thud and the man toppled to the side. Relief washed through Harry as he breathed in valuable lungfuls of oxygen. He turned onto his front and punched the man who had cut his oxygen supply off, knocking him out.
The other two mercenaries occupied with Laurel didn't notice the red arrow stand up and pull two arrows from his quiver, knocking them both to his bow and pulling the string back. He took a single breath in to calm his racing heart and then let go of the bow string. Both arrows flew towards their intended targets, hitting them both in the back.
They collapsed.
Laurel looked up at him rubbing her hand. Harry now took notice of the fact one of the men had a newly forming black eye. He raised an eyebrow, not that the woman could see it. "Where did you learn that?" he asked, making his voice deeper so she wouldn't recognise it.
"Dad's a cop" she said. "I could ask you the same question."
"Long story" Harry replied. "You need to go home." Laurel looked like she was about to argue so Harry changed his tone of voice. "Now" he ordered. His voice was now slightly louder. The woman didn't move for several seconds but eventually she moved and walked past Harry who ducked his head slightly to keep his face completely hidden.
Harry watched her leave the alley and then went in the opposite direction. No one would go after her now; Adam Hunt wouldn't have sent anyone else, thinking his other men would have dealt with her instead.
When Laurel left the alley Harry pulled out his phone, which was hidden in an inside pocket of his left boot, and called the police. He didn't say anything other than "The Glades, outside the shop 'Marcus', there's six men who attacked a women." His voice was deep, like he always made it when he was acting as the vigilante, that way the police wouldn't be able to do voice recognition. They come up with a better idea eventually but for now deepening his voice was enough. He waited, definitely not patiently, for the distant sound of sirens before climbing back onto the rooftops and sprinting to Adam Hunt's building, his pace a lot faster than usual.
No one was expecting his crash landing through the side window. Not even Oliver. He braced his legs for the sharp and sudden impact as the rope leading from the top of the building pulled taught and he swung into the window making shattered glass fly everywhere. The poor lighting, due to the smashed lights that Oliver had obviously caused, made his entrance even more shocking, as the people on the inside could only just see in front of them let alone out the window where the background was only dark.
Oliver only hesitated for a second when Harry flew onto the floor, rolling onto his back to absorb the impact before he went back into action and snapped the neck of the man in his arms. "Nice of you to drop in" he said.
"I couldn't let you have all the fun." At that Harry managed to punch a man, his knuckles catching the man's lip, splitting the flesh. The man stumbled backwards and Harry took the opportunity as it arose and slammed his other fist into the guy's temple. This knocked him out cold.
"Detective Lance will be joining us soon" Oliver said as he passed Harry and Harry nodded in return, too busy dealing with a bald man to his left to respond. When he did go to answer, after knocking the man unceremoniously onto the floor, he stopped, noticing Oliver was busy dealing with a man all in black, Mr Drakon as Hunt called him. Knowing Oliver could deal with the man he focused his attention elsewhere. That elsewhere being the man who was aiming a gun at his back. Slowly Harry turned around and then flung his arm out quickly and suddenly, hopefully enough to surprise the man before he would be hit by the smaller concealed arrow Harry had hidden up his sleeve. The man fell to the floor with his hands holding his chest. The arrow was too small to be fatal but it would still hurt a lot, therefore putting that man out of action.
There was a loud smash behind him and Harry turned to see Oliver and Drakon go flying through one of the glass tables in the room, a rather stupid thing to have in an office in Harry's opinion but hey, he wasn't a rich arsehole so he couldn't complain.
"Sort out the computer" Oliver shouted at Harry after he recovered the initial shock of smashing back first through furniture.
Harry ran to the computer, looking for the arrow that he knew Oliver would have shot into the wall. At least part of their first plan stayed in place, he thought when he saw the arrow sticking just a little obviously from the wall. But then again, there's some saying somewhere about people missing what's right in front of them so he hoped that Hunt and the cops would do exactly that.
He flicked a small switch underneath the arrow and it flashed green. The flash then sped up and after five seconds of constant flashing it stopped, signalling it had connection to the computer in Hunt's office. Happy with the connection Harry stood up and turned around to let Oliver know he'd finished when he dived out of the way towards the windows to avoid Oliver, who was soaring through the air in his direction. He was once again glad he had above average reflexes.
There were several loud thuds as Harry, Oliver and Drakon fell to the floor, painfully and unhappily. Falling to the ground from several metres was enough to knock the air out of Harry's lungs and he lay on the floor in an attempt to rest his now aching lungs, only deciding to stand when he heard Oliver getting up too. The man came over and offered a hand to Harry, who took it and let the man pull him up from the floor.
"Is it done?" Oliver asked, unsure if he had stopped Harry mid process.
"Yeah" Harry said rubbing a hand over his shoulder, "yeah it is."
"Good we should probably get out of here then." Both men turned towards the window when Harry fell to the ground, a sharp pain shooting up his thigh. He looked down at his leg and saw a knife sticking out of it. He growled in anger and pain and turned in the direction the knife had come, just seeing the man slump over with a green arrow protruding from his chest. It was the same man he'd hit with the smaller arrow. If he'd known the man had a knife on him he'd have knocked him out, not just move the gun away from him.
"Are you alright?" Oliver asked bending down to look at Harry's leg.
Harry scowled and sighed in exasperation and pain. Definitely in pain. "Yeah I'm fine" he hissed, his leg throbbing making him slightly more grumpy than usual. "What do you think?"
"Can you walk?" Oliver then asked, ignoring the sarcastic comment. "Lance will be here any minute."
"Course I can" Harry moaned. "It's not like I have a knife in my leg or anything." He gratefully took Oliver's hand and let the man help him onto his feet. He looked down and saw quite a bit of blood considering the knife was still in him, stemming the blood flow.
"Freeze!" he heard someone shout to his right. "Lay down your weapons or we will open fire!" Without thinking Harry half ran half limped towards the window, following the second part of their plan. He jumped, the window broken as Oliver had jumped first and grabbed a hold of the 'zip line' Oliver had already secured in earlier that night. He attached himself to it and let go of the side of the building, escaping the cops who had already filled Adam Hunt's office in a matter of seconds. Excitement filled Harry as he felt the wind brush his hair from this face. It didn't last though when he felt white hot pain shoot up his leg as he came to a sudden halt on the ground.
-o-0-o-
Oliver looked down at the wound on Harry's leg, mindful of the fact they only had a matter of minutes to hide their vigilante clothes and look like they had been at the party. He rolled up a strip of bandaging and made Harry hold it against his leg. The pressure sent a new wave of pain up Harry's thigh, causing him to moan. Using gauze strip, Oliver then wrapped the gauze around Harry's leg tightly, making sure he went over the bandaging covering the wound itself. When he was done he helped Harry up. "That'll have to do for now" he said. "It'll keep the blood from showing for half an hour maximum, by which time we'll have already tended to it."
"Thanks" Harry said, wincing slightly as he put weight on his leg, testing it out. The two left the corridor where they had been hiding out and walked into the party like nothing had happened and they hadn't been gone for the best part of an hour. Harry was limping very slightly but was hiding it well enough. And besides, when the cops showed up he'd do his best at staying still and not walking about.
It turned out the two walked in on Detective Lance crashing the party. He and his friend, the same tall dark skinned man who had interviewed them the other day were talking to Tommy and shouting at the crowed of now booing guests. "Sorry but the party's over" Detective Lance shouted, not feeling sorry about what he was saying at all.
"What do we owe the pleasure of your presence Detective" Oliver shouted over the noise. Detective Lance turned around to face Oliver with a slightly sour look on his face, like he'd just swallowed a lemon and rotten egg sandwich.
"And again I'm shocked, Oliver Queen at a party getting drunk. What a surprise" the man said.
"This is a private thing" Oliver stated turning to Harry who nodded.
"Really, well it just came public. We're searching the building." Detective Lance looked almost happy when he saw the looks on everyone's face.
"On what grounds?" Harry asked, already knowing the reasons behind it.
Detective Lance looked at him for a moment before recognition came across his face. He was the kid that had survived the island with Oliver. "There's been a break in at Adam Hunt's building, the one across the road."
"Whose Adam Hunt?" both Harry and Oliver asked at the same time, keeping up their façade.
"He's a millionaire bottom feeder and I'm surprised you're not friends" the man said, directing his final sentence at Oliver. Harry put his weight on his other leg when he felt his injured one start to ache more with discomfort. He did it as subtly as he could however Detective Lance's partner noticed the slight movement and his brow creased with confusion and suspicion. Harry looked away and concentrated on the now heated argument going on between Oliver and Lance. An argument that had quickly taken a big turn for the worse.
Lance's partner noticed too and pulled Lance away, muttering something in his ear along the lines of Sara. Harry inwardly sighed feeling sorry for Detective Lance even though he was being harsh on Oliver. "It's way too quiet here. I thought this was a party" Oliver shouted to get the party starting again.
-o-0-o-
Harry tested his leg slightly before stepping into the Queen Mansion. Oliver was at their base? Lair? Cave? Whatever you wanted to call it but Oliver strongly disapproved of anyone calling it a base, lair or cave. The older man was making the transaction of forty million dollars, something that Harry found very amusing. He could imagine Hunt's reaction when he found out he was suddenly down forty million dollars. He could imagine his reaction when he realised who had done it and how he hadn't escaped the hood's wrath and it really was laughable.
When he felt he could cover the limp he opened the door and walked in, heading straight up stairs to his room where he could get into a pair of comfortable clothes, not a suit that he swore was trying to strangle him.
Walking up the stairs Harry headed to his room when he heard what sounded like crying coming from Thea's room. He stopped outside her door, contemplating on what he should do. He wasn't used to this stuff, having spent most of his childhood on an island and only having proper friends for a year before going onto said island. He went to open Thea's door but stopped. He wouldn't like it if someone walked in on him so he wouldn't walk in on her. Deciding this wasn't his thing Harry walked to his room but only made it to the door before turning around and knocking on Thea's door. If he left her it would play on his mind that he didn't do anything. Yeah he'd killed people before but that didn't mean he was cold hearted.
"Hey Thea" he said lightly, "Are you alright?"
He heard a scurry from the other side of the door and then Thea quickly say. "Yeah yeah, I'm… I'm fine." She opened the door and smiled at him, still wearing the dress from the party.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked seeing the redness of her eyes. He knew she and Oliver had had a disagreement at the party but he didn't know what on.
"Yeah I'm good, I just had something in my eye" she said as she rubbed them, like she was trying to prove a point.
Harry raised an eyebrow. Seriously, he was going to have to get a new eyebrow if he was going to have to start raising them at both of the Queen siblings. "That's the worst excuse in the book" he said smiling light heartedly. "Hey, I was wondering, we never finished off that coffee at the cafe and I have nothing to do now" he said trying to change the topic and cheer Thea up, whatever was wrong with her. "We could finish it now."
Thea laughed at this and Harry didn't know why. "What?" he said feeling conscious of himself. Had he said something wrong?
"Nothing it's just. Well, it's eleven o'clock" she said.
Harry looked at his watch and was surprised to see she was correct. "Well, how about watching a movie or something down stairs" he counter offered, determined to cheer her up now that he'd started it. Thea stood at the door thinking for a bit before coming to a conclusion.
"Yeah I suppose" she said smiling at Harry, looking genuinely happier. "Just let me go change first."
"Alright" Harry said knowing he needed to take the damn suit off. He was now convinced it was trying to suck the breath out of him. Thea closed the door on Harry making him go to his room and change. He slung his phone onto the bed when he walked into the room and then went to his cupboard looking for a pair of jeans and a top. He found some and changed, relief washing over him when the suit finally came off. He could move again.
He turned around and walked back over to his bed to pick up his phone. As he did so he noticed something out of place on his bedside table. At a closer inspection he saw the photo of him, Ron and Hermione. The photo that had spent the last few days on the table was now neatly placed into a black wooden picture frame. A small smile crept to his lips which he had to fight back. The happiness was still there and now something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Nostalgia.
He looked away from the picture, tears now in his eyes, and thought about who had put the photo in the frame. He came to the conclusion of Moira, considering she was the only one other than Oliver who had seen the photo already and Oliver had a little more than a picture on his mind right now.
He looked down at the phone in his hand and without realising it typed in a number that had been ingrained into his head before leaving Hogwarts five years ago. Something which he'd repeated to himself many times whilst on the island. He looked at the phone for several seconds, the green call sign staring back, before deleting the numbers and putting the phone in his pocket. It was better if he had no connections with his past life, he thought to himself as an excuse for not calling his friend.
With that Harry left his room closing the door on the way out, getting ready to watch the first film he'd seen in six years.
So what do you think? Did you like how it played out? I know that in the show Laurel wasn't ever attacked by any of Hunt's men but in the actual episode Hunt did tell his men to deal with her, so I decided to expand on that order and turn it into Laurel's first encounter with the red arrow. Hopefully all you guys liked that.
I also just wanted to make a point about Harry's magic in this story. Basically Harry only really knows the spells he learnt in his first year of Hogwarts and nothing more, and even these spells are limited due to his age, lack of a wand, and no qualified teacher to teach him. Also during his time on the island Harry learnt to control small things like concentrating his powers onto particular objects, like being able to smash a light bulb. This is again limited and this can only work to a certain degree, therefore Harry uses magic as a last resort. I know this isn't really how magic works in the Harry Potter universe but I thought in this story Harry is growing up in a far different environment than most (if not all wizards) grew up in and has been through more challenging situations too, but as the series goes on this will all be explained in detail.
The next chapter will be up in the next few weeks. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and favourited and followed this so far.
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