Arcane

A/N: Hey, how are ya?

Chapter 3 – Bruce Banner, Hulk

In the small tent, Harry Potter and Tony Stark were sitting in a comfortable silence. After their talk, everything had been centered on finding a way out. It wasn't as easy as it looked. The nearest place with any type of civilization was a small village that none of the two knew the name of, which was an odd thirty miles away. They were both extremely hungry, both, technically speaking, not having eaten in quite a while. Tony had not eaten for about three days, while Harry had, technically again, not eaten for about thirteen years, even though it only felt like thirteen hours.

Which is why, in Harry's opinion at least, they had to find a way to the Village Unknown, as fast as possible. Harry could not apparate there, as he did not even know what the place looked like, and neither did Tony. They couldn't try to walk there as it would take too long and it was too far. That left only broom.

Harry could easily fly to the village and back thirty times without stopping if he wanted to, but Tony was the problem. The man in question looked pale and ragged, much like Remus used to look like. He looked bruised and battered, dirt and blood covering his normally handsome face. His cheeks and eyes were sunken in, his hair messy and bloodstained and his clothes had dirt, blood and sweat all over them. All in all he just looked sick.

Harry would have tried healing spells and the like on him, but he wasn't too familiar with healing spells, at all. It was funny really, because with how much he got hurt during quidditch and battling for his life, he never decided to learn any himself. It probably was because of Ron, well, more himself, because he was so engrossed in impressing his first and best friend, he forgot to actually learn things. He would change that, definitely.

Back to the point though, because Tony was sick, and Harry didn't know whether you had to be magical to ride a broom, Tony probably couldn't learn how to ride a broom today, he just wasn't in the right condition for it. Problem was, brooms were the fastest way of travel they had then. Unless…

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Ten miles left, and Harry's arm was beginning to tire. He had been dangling it by his side for a while now, in hopes of levitating Tony the whole way there. But his arm was beginning to feel weak. Tony was being levitated by his side, which is why Harry felt like he couldn't let go. If he did, Tony was in for a wild ride. But the pain in his arm was becoming unbearable.

His arm was shaking now, but they were almost there. He kept going, and summoned all his willpower to keep his damn arm up. He kept at it, telling himself, `Arm up, arm up, arm up`

But, in the end, it was futile. His arm let slip, and Tony began to fall.

"Shit!" Harry shouted. He bolted downwards. Tony was screaming for help. It would only be about fifteen seconds until Tony hit the ground. So Harry went full quidditch mode.

He kept descending, quickly, as if racing for the snitch.

About nine seconds until the ground, and Harry was still going, he was about a foot away.

Six seconds, Harry made a grab for Tony, but his fingers brushed against Tony's shirt.

Three seconds, Harry was beginning to panic, and he tried again for Tony.

Two seconds, Harry managed to grab hold of Tony's shirt, and he pulled up.

It was reckless, but he managed to grab Tony and pull him up and into safety, even if Tony's knees did scrape the ground.

"Don't. Do. That. Again. Magician." said Tony, in a surprisingly low and dangerous tone.

Harry still chuckled though.

"It was an honest mistake, really." replied Harry, in a voice filled with amusement. Tony just grunted. Harry didn't bother trying to levitate him again, and he just carried Tony the rest of the way on his broom, though he had to go slower.

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It took them nearly thirty minutes, but they finally made it. Tony had passed out, which was understandable. The village, as small as it was, was bustling with life as all sorts of different people were out and about. Some were just having pleasant conversation, others were trying to sell goods. Some were children messing around, others were sweeping the street clean. Though they all had one thing in common. They all had smiles on their faces.

"Doctor, I need a doctor!" shouted Harry. He had already shrunken and put his broom away.

A woman ran up to them, took Harry's free hand, and started to lead him somewhere, Tony on his shoulder. They entered a small shack, where the apparent doctor was seated on a chair, reading a book on some sort of muggle science Harry didn't know.

He looked up from his book.

"What's going on?" He questioned, standing up swiftly.

"These two men just got here. This raven haired beauty was shouting for a doctor, while the brown haired beauty was passed out." she replied, casting shy glances toward Harry as she spoke.

Harry just winked.

"Lay him down here please," the doctor ordered, with the faintest hint of amusement laced on his features.

Harry did just that.

The doctor proceeded took one look at Tony, and asked, "What happened?"

"He's been held captive by terrorists for a few weeks now. I just found him and rescued him. I decided to look for the nearest place I could find for help, and it led me here." Harry replied.

"Alright."

Interesting….he doesn't seem to be surprised at my explanation at all. Maybe he's seen things like this before? Or maybe Tony's disappearance reached even here. I mean, he is famous here as well, right?

"Listen, I'll keep him here for the next few days, make sure he's in tip top shape, before letting him go. You look fine, you just need for freshen up a bit. Okay?"

Harry nodded.

"Why don't you let Miss Hamedi show you around the place? Maybe freshen up, make this village like home until Mr. Stark here is awake? Then we will send you on your way."

Harry looked over to the woman. She had long, black hair that reached her back. Brown eyes and skin and she was about 5 foot 8. She reminded him off Padma Patil to an extent.

She wiggled her eyebrows at him, and he smirked back. Harry turned to the doctor.

"Sure, but before we go, I think introductions are in order?"

"Oh right. Sorry. I'm Bruce Banner."

The woman spoke up. "Tusia Hamedi."

"Harry Potter."

Tusia turned to him. "Come Harry. Let me show you around."

Harry took her hand and she led him out, leaving a smirking Bruce behind them.

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A day passed.

Harry and Tusia spent the day together. She led him to a room in a motel she owned, and offered for him to stay as long as he needed. Harry was only too happy about this fact. He left his backpack in there, under the bed. Then she showed him around town.

Everyone seemed to know each other, and they all greeted each other by name. She showed him the market stalls, then the circus area, the river, the bar everything. The place was rural, they did not use electricity, or any sort of gadgets, but they seemed to be happier than the people who did.

After showing Harry around the place, they went to the market, and Tusia bought them a few bottles of fire whiskey. Then they returned to the motel. Needless to say, they had one too many, and she ended up giving him a reward for being a "good little boy".

Three guesses what the reward was.

They both woke up with massive hangovers the next morning, but they had no trouble recalling what had transpired the night before. They only had massive headaches, so that meant they would need to pay a visit to Doctor Banner at some point.

They decided to play fuck – buddies for the time being, knowing that Harry would be leaving in only a few days. But they would make it memorable, no doubt about that.

So at about 10 in the morning, Tusia and Harry staggered into the shack, to be greeted by Bruce and Tony, who were in the middle of an argument about some sort of science Harry didn't understand.

They looked up when the pair staggered in, both holding their heads and groaning. Tony looked confused, while Bruce flashed them a knowing smile.

"Welcome back you two, did you enjoy your night?"

Harry just grunted, while Tusia glared at Bruce.

Tony realized what had happened.

"See, we have only been here for about a day, and you already getting laid? Damn, I gotta step up my game." Tony said.

"Piss off," Harry said playfully. He chuckled, then held his head tighter and groaned.

"Medicine's in the back cabinet. Take ten mls each." Bruce instructed Tusia, who nodded, and left to get what was needed.

Bruce turned to Harry.

"You know, Tusia is the biggest flirt in the village, right? You don't want to poke around that wasp's nest."

"I know. That's why we are only fuck buddies."

There was silence. Bruce and Tony blinked, the looked at each other. They blinked again, then look back at Harry. Then they started to laugh their hearts out.

Tusia walked in a moment later. The giggled at what she saw. Harry was leaning against the wall, laughing but clearly in pain as he did so. Tony and Bruce were sprawled on the ground, absolutely bawling.

"Did I miss anything boys?" she asked.

"N- n- no. Y- you didn't miss anything at all, whatsoever." Bruce replied, but still in uncontrollable fits off laughter. She walked over to Harry.

"Here, this should help."

"Thanks."

He took it, and drank. It was unlike any potion he had ever tasted, but for one main reason. It actually tasted good. The effects of the medicine were slower than of a potion, sure, but for a muggle thing, it sure worked fast.

Tusia kissed him on the cheek, and left.

Harry looked to Bruce and Tony, who had gone back to arguing about God – Knows – What as they had before. They were his friends, and he was theirs. In them he saw comfort, he saw something he wanted to be a part of. He saw Ron and Neville, plus Remus and Sirius in one, it was perfect. These would be his friends here, he had no doubt about that. He would stick by them, and hopefully they would stick by him. Always.

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A/N: Okay, cool. Rate and Review please? Thanks.

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