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An extremely shocked silence followed the half-mumbled delirious words of the stranger. True, they did live in the United States, but kept themselves up-to-date with the going ons of England. They had learned all about Voldemort, Death Eaters, Hogwarts, and all the mysterious happenings.
"Well…" Leo was the first to speak. "Let's get him inside before he freezes to death. Ev, you should put some clothes on."
Ev, startled, looked down at his bright red boxers, while Art giggled. "Um. Yeah, I will."
Leo waved his hand and the man's body was lifted into the air. As he walked towards the castle, it floated behind him like a deranged puppet. Art and Ev hurried behind him, glancing at the unknown man with worry.
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"Great Scott!" Art exclaimed. They had put him in one of the many spare bedrooms of their home and had just finished pulling the dirty robe off of him.
"Yeah. Holy cow." Ev gazed with horror at the many bruises, cuts, and scars on his back. Many were still fresh and bleeding, oozing out like some sort of red pus…
"Get out of the way, Ev! Art, pull a chair over and grab the blue potion there…yes, right there, and the lavender one; two to the right and three down!" Leo barked out orders like an army general, striding into full-healer mode. Snatching a potion from Art's hands hastily, he popped out the cork and literally shoving the liquid down the young man's throat. The effect was immediate. While he had been taking long, raspy breaths, now, his breathing was slower and softer.
"He should be waking up in about an hour. And he'll be hungry." Leo stated, walking out with the other bottle.
"I'll go whip up something light for his stomach." Art declared and bounced out the door. "Ev, watch over him!"
Sighing, Ev sat down beside the sleeping man and scowled. Great.
Grumpiness turned to curiosity as he peered at the man's face. Was that a scar on his forehead—?
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Voices.
Voices.
Falling through water…
Eurgh. Head hurts.
Silence. Footsteps walking away…was it a Death Eater?
Harry Potter slowly opened his eyes, blinking…and stared into another pair of eyes as green as his own. "Who?" He croaked out. His voice seemed to have gone into hibernation.
Ev leapt back, surprised. "Ev. I'm Evinyastar Maud."
"Ev…" Harry looked around, through his cracked glasses. "W-where am I?"
"You're in The Castle of the Wild, in the United States." He sat down again. "What's your name? We found you by our lake, looking half-dead."
"Harry." He replied, still confused. "We?"
"Yeah, my sister and brother and me. Actually, my sister found you first, going out for her morning jog. How'd you travel here anyways? Our property is near impossible to find."
Harry processed this information silently. "I was…battling some Death Eaters. They took my friend, Ron, and…I wasn't watching where I was going and fell into a pond."
"A pond? Where?"
"In…the Forbidden Forest." He struggled to remember.
Art bounded into the room. "Is he awake ye—" She started, but screeched to a halt. "Oh you're up. Here, eat something." She plopped down next to him, shoving Ev off. Ouch! Hey!
Harry smiled wanly at his bowl of porridge and bread. "Thanks. What's your name?"
"Art. Artemis Maud. Unofficial foster-sister of the great lump, Ev."
"I am not a lump, Art!" Ev grumbled, peeved. "Where's Leo?"
"Leo's right here." He came in, holding a bowl of muddy-green potion. "You should take this right after you finish eating." He said, giving Harry a stern glare.
"OK." Leo reminded him scarily of Madam Pomfrey, so he hastily began to shove porridge into his mouth. "Are you a brother of Artemis, too?"
"Yeah. Unofficially."
"Unofficially?"
Ev sighed. "Look, Harry, we'll tell you about us, if you tell us about yourself, and why you were battling Death Eaters."
Harry weighed his options. If he didn't spit out information, they might toss him out, injuries and all. But he was in the Americas, so the people shouldn't know much about the Boy-Who-Lived…he didn't want another fuss and more sympathy over his dead parents. Hm.
"Well, alright." He picked up a slice of bread, and looked at it thoughtfully.
The trio waited patiently, Art picked at the bedcovers.
"My name is Harry Potter. I set out to kill Voldemort this year."
"WHAT!?" So much for not knowing him.
"Harry Potter? You're the guy everyone's been blabbering about in the newspapers?"
"Wait, you want to kill He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named now?"
"How'd like end up here?"
"More importantly, why?"
He held up a hand, stopping the flow of questions. "Er, I-I suppose I was careless. The first few weeks of school was alright. But just recently, my friend Ron, Ron Weasley got captured by Death Eaters. They left me a note." He sobered. "The terms were that I go into the Forbidden Forest and duel with a few of Voldemort's followers and Ron'll be set free. I knew it was risky and foolish, but I couldn't just leave him there. I couldn't!"
"I know, Harry, go on." Leo spoke up calmly.
He traded an alarmed look with Ev.
He took a deep, shuddering
breath. "I dueled. They were everywhere, sending hexes and curses
at me from every which direction. I knew I was losing, so I
desperately tried to find Ron. I spotted him, tied to a tree near a
pool of water. I sprinted towards him. But…my footing slipped and I
tripped, right into the pond." He paused. "Next thing I knew, I
was here, somewhere that was definitely not Hogwarts."
There was a long silence, in which Harry decided to continue eating.
"If anyone needs a nice long vacation, it's you." Ev chuckled weakly.
"Yeah. I suppose so." Harry smiled. "What about you guys? How are you unofficially siblings? You don't look much like each other too."
Art, Ev, and Leo, looked at the floor. "The truth is, we're on the run from the muggles. We were raised in an orphanage, a dirty, crowded place with overseer like teachers…"
And so, Harry listened, forgetting about his troubles for a few minutes to focus on their story.