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Previously, on Death, Decay, and Diffindo:
"Estás bien?" one of the men called gruffly before hoisting his rifle up a bit higher, " Es usted poco ?"
The injured wizard nearly cried when he heard them speak a different language. Harry shook his head in an effort to show them he couldn't understand. His movements instantly caused his head to pound even worse than it had and the outer edges of his vision began to darken. In his last moment of consciousness, Harry was only able to weakly get out a single word.
"Help"
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Felipe and Jorge had been out on a supply run all morning searching for anything useful. They had found a few things, some gas, a single box of ammo, about thirty cans of food (a variety of peas and canned peaches…yum), and a single box of eight hour candles. They had not, however, found so much as a single bottle of aspirin. Medication was their primary goal but, alas, their luck was slim on that front. Modern pharmaceuticals were all nice and dandy….when people had easy access to them. Now, with the world turned dead and walking around, people who depended on medication to live…didn't anymore.
Felipe sighed as he thought about all the elderly in his care. He chided himself nearly every day for the thoughts he had in the past. As a nurse, he had dealt with so many pills on a daily basis he hated the stupid things. Some patients would take them easily while others he had to practically force. He felt guilty every time he remembered how, back before the biters; he thought that the prescriptions he dealt with daily were a nuisance.
Now, irony of ironies, he would gladly fight through a group of biters to retrieve a single asthma inhaler.
Today, the Vatos duo had worked their way around the city in a barely functioning, beat up old ford truck. After several passes, the area around the factory that held the Vatos was picked clean, forcing subsequent searches deeper and deeper into the territory of the dead. If the walking dead weren't bad enough, living marauders constantly challenged every aspect of their life.
Luckily, the duo hadn't met too much resistance today, only having to handle a few biters. Thanks to that, the team was able to move further into the city, stopping just a block away from Atlanta General Hospital. They had sent a search party there earlier in the week, only for two out of four to make it back alive. The reason they were there, was the hope that the upper infested floors had been left relatively untouched. After all, who in their right mind would go into a ground zero infestation? Normally, the Vatos would have given up the two missing as a lost cause, but the hope brought by one of the survivors was too much to pass up. They had claimed that one of the missing members had found some medication. Even the hope and second hand knowledge was enough to warrant a second expedition.
Enter the best supply runners of their little gang.
Felipe kept his AK-47 at a low ready position as he peered around the corner he was standing at. The multi-story hospital was in sight, as were a number of walkers. Leaning back around, he started talking to Jorge quietly.
"There're about two dozen biters near the front entrance." He said in Spanish.
"Shit. That'll be too many to take down by hand. If we use our guns we'll get swarmed, or alert any of those puta looters." Jorge whispered in response, also in Spanish. Felipe just nodded his head before looking back around the corner. He looked for any way to get inside. Maybe a distraction to draw the biters away? He voiced his idea to his partner.
"No dude, we can't. It may draw the damn zombies away but it could also lead dem looters right to us."
"Crap. How can we get in then?"
"Let me take a look." Jorge responded. The pair switched places, allowing Jorge to survey the area.
"Hmmm" he hummed out loud in thought.
"What is it?" his partner questioned.
"A way in, maybe. The old fire escape ladder is down, we might be able to use it to go up." The man replied, outlining his possible plan.
"Okay, let's go see. We got to get to the other side of this building, to see what we can see."
Cautiously, the pair went back around the large office building, moving from cover to cover along the way. It was slow going but, eventually, the pair reached a corner that had an unobstructed view of the side fire escape. The fencing on the sides was still intact, meaning there were no zombies near the bottom most ladder.
"Gracias a Dios" Jorge whispered with a smile. Turning back to Felipe, he saw that the man also had a small smile on his lips.
"Up we go then." He responded, bringing his shotgun up to his shoulder. Jorge nodded once before bringing his rifle up and moving forward.
The two stayed side by side as they advanced on the ladder. They were completely in the open but it was a risk they had to take. There was nothing between the side of the office building they had been observing from and the bottom of the fire escape.
When they got within forty or so feet of their objective, both men froze when they head a commotion coming from the second floor window. Not even a second after they had looked up, a body appeared halfway out of the second floor window. Felipe glanced in askance at Jorge who only shrugged in response. His gaze was back on the man in a heartbeat when he heard the startled yelp.
The two Vatos members immediately pointed their guns upward at the fight between man and zombie. They didn't have a clean shot, so neither pulled the trigger. Felipe felt his heart stop for a moment when the dark haired man slipped and plummeted down to the ground. The two shared a wince when the man's head struck the ground with a loud thwak. They started to move forward when they saw that the recently falling man was still alive and moving.
They kept their approach as quiet as they could at the moderate speed they were going. The man hadn't looked like a ragged looter so they were more inclined to help him. When they got within ten feet the man on the ground tensed up before frantically searching his immediate area.
Felipe and Jorge had been on too many supply runs to count. They lived, where others had died, thanks to two simple rules. Keep your head down and don't help bitten people. The two stopped their approach, Filipe watching the struggling walker on the second floor while Jorge paid close attention to the man on the ground. The unknown seemed to find what he was looking for when he hastily put on a set of glasses before looking towards the two of them.
"Are you ok?" Jorge asked in Spanish, "Were you bit?" Felipe had trained his gun at the unknown at that point. Jorge looked the man….boy over critically as he waited for a response. His head was bleeding and his eyes seemed unfocused. He also looked like he was about to cry.
"Help." The boy said before pitching forward, unconscious. Felipe had a good feeling that the kid had a concussion from his fall. Looking over to Jorge, he laid out a plan.
"Keep an eye on him and that biter up there. I'll check him out."
"Right, okay."
The former nurse slung his AK-47 over his shoulder and warily approached the downed teen. Looking him over quickly, he noticed he was severely underweight and had a nasty gash on his head. His cursory glance didn't find a single bite…but that didn't mean much. Making a snap decision, he stood up and hoisted the boy over his shoulder.
"What are you doing amigo?" Jorge asked with no small amount of irritation.
"I don't see any bite, but I can't check him all out here. The kid was alive a second ago, if we run we can tie him up in the back of the truck and take him back to base." Felipe responded, already heading back towards where they left the truck.
Jorge sighed loudly. "Well, that's the end of our run then. Leave the biter?"
"Yeah, no sense in wasting ammo." Felipe called over his shoulder.
The ride back was uneventful and the boy hadn't woken up once. That may have been a blessing, neither of the men wanted to deal with the questions the boy might asked. Like why he was trussed up like a pig. Once back at the 'base', Felipe had a few new members carry their haul inside while he moved the boy to the 'medical' area inside their factory. Jorge had gone to tell Guillermo what had happened.
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Harry woke with a pounding headache and a growling stomach. Opening his eyes slowly, he took in his surroundings. Instantly, Harry knew he was no longer in the hospital. The 'décor' of his room would have looked more at home inside an industrial factory or something. But how had he gotten here? He certainly couldn't remember getting to this place. Rubbing a hand over his face, he thought about the last thing he could remember.
At least….that is what would have happened if his arm hadn't been stopped halfway to his face. Looking over, Harry could only widen his eyes in horror as he saw the shiny, silvery metal of a handcuff wrapped around his wrist. Glancing around quickly, the young wizard confirmed that he was alone, so he started pulling on the cuff in the vain hope that he could break it free. The cuff was as unyielding as Harry had feared it would be. Unable to get it off, Harry began searching for his wand, all the while thoughts were running around in his head.
'Who took me? What do they want? Where the hell am I?!' made the rounds inside his head while his search continued. Not finding his wand immediately, Harry started frantically patting his pants in hope that whoever had chained him up like an animal had left it on him. His frantic movement rattled the chain against the pipe he was tied too, causing enough noise to alert the guard outside his door.
When Harry saw a young boy peek his head and stare right at him, he paused. One blink the boy was looking at him and the next he was gone, yelling something in what Harry thought could be Spanish. Alarmed, Harry began to struggle harder, pulling against his bindings with as much force as his body could put out. Quickly realizing that his action was futile, he tried the only route left available to him.
Wandless magic.
"Alohomora." he intoned, focusing on the cuff…..only for nothing to happen. Distraught and scared of the possible reinforcements coming his way, Harry tried again.
"Alohomora." Again, nothing happened. "Alohomora, alohomora, alohomora!" he tried in a panic. On the fifth cast, Harry was greeted with the satisfying *click* of the cuff opening. Throwing the manacle off his write, the newly freed wizard quickly made his way to the door. As he looked around the corner he felt his stomach drop to his feet. Eight men and the teen boy, less than five feet from his door, were now openly staring at him in shock. Seven, he could see, were armed while the short one in front and the teen were not.
The wizard and group of men stared at each other for a long second before Harry ducked back around the corner.
"I don't want any trouble guys, I haven't done anything to you." Harry called from his spot right at the edge of the door frame. He heard a few of the group muttering in what he was now sure was Spanish before they went silent again.
'Shite.' Harry thought, 'What if they don't speak English?'
"Well we have a problem then." A new voice said in moderately accented English. Harry was to know he could at least be understood. He didn't know the translating charm at all.
"We don't know you, so we don't trust you. Now how can I believe someone I don't trust when he says 'I don't want any trouble?'"
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Guillermo had been irritated the whole day. First, he had to deal with a member stealing supplies. That wasn't fun. Then, he had to deal with Jorge and Felipe not finding any of the medication they needed. Add to that the stranger they brought into the base that they had to expend precious supplies on and the Vatos leader was not a happy man.
Then, to add on top of it all, Miguel comes running into the main living area yelling about the 'prisoner' being awake, something Felipe promised wouldn't happen for at least a day. Now, he had the old people worrying about the potentially dangerous person, adding stress to their already deteriorating health. On top of that, it seemed that, when Miguel left the boy alone, had somehow, given the boy enough time to get free of his restraints. Yes….he would be dealing with Miguel later.
Now…now he had what amounted to a standoff between a possibly hostile and, apparently, resourceful unknown who sounded suspiciously British. Guillermo looked behind him and waved one of the men to go get reinforcements. While confident that he could overwhelm the single boy with the firepower he had, he really didn't want to waste the bullets.
"Well?" he called out, stalling for the time needed to get more bodies to help.
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"Err…..how can I prove that to you?" Harry asked back, stalling for time so he could keep looking around the room for any exit. There wasn't even a window and all the walls seemed to be concrete. If he had his wand…he would be a lot better off, but his kidnapers were through. They had left him his necklace, however, proving to Harry that, at least the people who searched him were definitely not magical. They would have recognized the Auror symbol on his necklace.
"You can come out slowly with your hands up. That would be a good start." The other man responded. Harry quickly ran through the pros and cons.
"How can I be sure you won't hurt me?" he asked his first question, both for an answer and more time to think.
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Guillermo snorted with mild amusement at the boy's question.
"We didn't save you and use our supplies on you just to kill you later amigo." he responded, sneering on the last word, "We would've put a bullet in you when you before we used our stuff on you. Now…come out slowly…." He let his sentence trail off, leaving the 'or else' off but still recognizable.
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Harry was confused and conflicted, but he really didn't have much of a choice. He wasn't versed in offensive wandless magic to any notable degree and he definitely couldn't take out eight armed guys without his wand. Even with his wand, he had no idea if he could do it without getting hurt; he never had to battle muggles with guns before. The other man's response had given Harry a little hope that he wouldn't be shot down immediately.
'Ruddy Americans with all their bloody guns' he thought as he prepared to turn himself in.
"Alright….I don't want any trouble. Ill move out in the open just….don't shoot me, alright mates?" He said. Harry was impressed that his voice didn't waver in the slightest, betraying none of the massive unease he had at the moment.
"Come on out then kid." Was the man's response.
Taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly, Harry moved around the corner with his hands out in front and in plain sight.
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Guillermo got his first complete look at their new 'guest' when he came around the corner. Jorge hadn't been kidding when he said the kid barely looked seventeen. The Vatos leader took in the boy's frightened and gaunt face, a sight all too familiar to him now that the world had gone and collapsed. He didn't see any hidden intent in the green eyed teen, but he had only lived this long by playing it safe. The two opposing sides started at each other for another long minute before the boy started to shift slightly, probably nervous.
"So…uh…Hi? Thanks for saving me?" the boy said. Guillermo noticed he kept shifting his eyes to each person in the group before coming to land back on him.
"Uhhh, take me to your leader I guess?"
Guillermo snorted before he could catch himself. He wasn't alone in that though, as several of the men behind him laughed lightly.
"I am the leader of the Vatos. I am Guillermo, you may call me Guillermo of Sir. " the Vatos leader said in a hard voice. He still didn't know the kid and he had too many responsibilities for him to come off as a softie. He was glad to see his stern stare had worked, as least somewhat, as the boy looked even more nervous now.
'Better to keep possible enemies off balance' he thought to himself as he waited for the boy to respond.
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Harry had felt a little better when he had made some of the armed men, Vatos members apparently, snort and chuckle in amusement. His optimism faltered, however, at the no nonsense tone the apparent leader had taken. Normally, Harry would not have cared that much, he was a wizard after all, as well as a trainee Auror. He had faced down Voldemort for crying out loud, a single muggle with a hard tone would not have fazed him.
Normality, however, was not something Harry had encountered since waking up in the hospital. That and this particular muggle had seven heavily armed goons with him, so Harry found himself a little more nervous than normal.
"Umm Hello Mr. Guillermo. My name is Harry Potter. I would shake your hand but I don't want anyone to shoot me." The Boy-Who-Lived rejoined, adding the slight quip at the end. Humor had a way of making people's moods better, and Harry was very interested in making this, Guillermo's mood as good as possible or he could very well be the first swiss-cheese wizard, courtesy of hundreds of bullets.
Harry knew his joke had paid off when their leader, Guillermo, cracked a small smile. The young wizard let out the breath he was holding when the Vatos leader waved his hand in the air, signaling the others to lower their weapons. Harry knew that they could snap their weapons back up just as quickly as they lowered them. Still…it was a start, and Harry felt decidedly less nervous now that he didn't have multiple guns pointed at his head. Unsure what to do now, he lowered his hands slightly and simply looked at the diminutive Vatos leader. Guillermo merely looked right back at him; sizing him up, judging his sincerity….who knows? Harry cursed his inability to read people.
Finally, after what turned out to be a rather long and awkward silence, the man named Guillermo barked an order in Spanish, causing most of the assembled group along with the young teen to leave.
"Come then Brit, we can talk and get to know one another in my office. " He said, motioning for him to follow. Harry obliged, cautiously following the gang's leader, the two other men following closely behind. The wizard kept a keen eye on his surroundings making mental notes on the route he walked. He did his best to try and not look like he was looking, mapping out possible escape routes, but he wasn't sure how effective he was.
After a short walk, Guillermo entered a door to what appeared to be an office. Harry made to follow when he turned his head towards the sound of another door opening. He was startled when two of the four 'escorts' dashed towards the door. One immediately blocked the view of the other side and hustled him towards the office while the other went through and quickly shut the door. Before the remaining guard entered the office and slammed the door, Harry was sure he saw someone in a wheelchair. Looking back to the other occupant in the room, he saw that Guillermo had sat down behind a rather bland desk. He gestured to the opposite seat which promptly had the guard pushing Harry forward and into said seat.
With a small glare at his 'host', Harry sat quietly waiting for the obvious interrogation to start.
"I hope you don't mind, Marcus will be listening in." the Vatos leader said with a sardonic smile.
"It really doesn't look like I have a choice, so sure, the more the merrier." Harry replied. The other man simple stared at him for several seconds before diving right in.
"So….Harry, do you mind if I call you Harry? Tell me where your base is."
Harry was at a loss. Base? What base was he talking about? Harry didn't have a base…he told Guillermo as much. The man's face morphed into a strong frown before flicking his eyes towards the 'guard'. Harry didn't have time to think about the reaction as, not a second later, he felt a jarring punch hit him on the back of his head. He let out a pained yelp before looking up and glaring at the man across from him.
"Let me make this clear, amigo" the man spat, "I want to know who you work for, how many people are in your group, what plans you have, and everything you know about the two missing men I have. Tell me…or I might have to feed parts of you to my three man eating dogs…." The boy was too clean…his clothes just too well kept to have been on the streets. He had to have been at a base of some kind. Maybe a raider base? The former custodian suppressed a shiver at the thought of those bastards having a camp so close to the factory. He had to be hard to get the information he needed.
Harry just stared incredulously at the man. What the hell was he talking about? Harry had been joking about this being an interrogation, but now he certainly wasn't laughing.
"I don't have any idea what you are talking about! I don't work for anyone and I don't know anything about two missing men. You can't just treat people like this!" Harry yelled, angry, slightly scared, and fed up with the whole situation. Even after all his attempts, his anger was still quick to manifest. Recently, he had been able to keep It to a dull simmer but, with everything he had to deal with so far, his control was out the window. He took a few deep breaths to try and blunt his anger, a training technique he had picked up from Tonks….before she died.
Several seconds later, Harry spoke up in a more controlled voice. "Look, if you just let me go I won't call the police. I don't know what the hell is going on but whoever you think I am I….." Harry trailed off as he watched the man across from him laugh. Even the guard was laughing, if the heavy gawfs behind him were any indication.
"I don't see what's so funny…you could get into serious trouble with the law….." He trailed off again as the laughter became more pronounced. Harry decided then to just shut up and let the two idiots get whatever the hell they had out of their system. 'If only I had my wand…'the teen lamented.
After nearly a full minute of laughter, his two captors had mostly calmed down.
"Ese, there haven't been police for months! Why even say that?" Guillermo said with mirth still tinging his voice, leaving Harry starting at him incredulously.
"What do you mean 'no police'? How can there be no police?" he demanded.
"What do you mean 'what do I mean'?" Guillermo shot back incredulously, all signs of laughter vanishing.
"What the hell do you think I mean? How can there be no police? This is America right?" Harry asked.
'Maybe I'm not in America anymore….maybe these guys kidnaped me and….took me someplace else? Central America? Cuba maybe?' Harry thought. They were speaking Spanish…so it was possible.
"Where have you been the last six months Brit? The worlds gone to shit, humanity has broken down. The dead don't stay dead. How the hell don't you know this?" The Vatos leader responded, curiosity readily apparent in his voice. He shot a questioning glance back at Marcus, who only shrugged in response. Looking back to the Englishman in front of him, he could see the disbelief written all over his young face. Guillermo pondered for a moment how expressive the kid's face was. He would love to play a game of poker with him, the tells he would give off would make it a sure win.
Harry was close to having a panic attack.
"Wait six months? What? What day is it!" Harry had jumped out of his chair as the finally realized what the man had actually said.
'Six months?' Harry thought, 'What had happened…have I really been in a coma?'
"It's some day in August…"
"August? What…what year!?" Harry interrupted, his voice cracking slightly.
Perturbed at being cut off, Guillermo growled out his answer. "August, 2000. The dead have been walking the lands for the past half year. How can't you know this?"
Harry nearly fainted at the man's response. Not six…Eight months?! He had been asleep…in a coma for eight months! The distraught boy sunk back into his chair, placing his face in his hands.
'What happened to me? What the hell is going on? Eight months!? Where was Ron or Hermione?' Harry had dozens, hundreds of questions running around in his mind. Where were his friends? What had he been in a coma for eight….MONTHS!? So much could have happened! Harry let loose a groan of despair. Such was his emotional turmoil, the Vatos leader could practically feel the misery radiating off the boy.
"What happened to you amigo?" Guillermo asked, his tone less harsh than before. He hated playing the 'tough as nails', 'take no shit from anyone' gang leader. He was a janitor for crying out loud.
"I think…I think I was in a coma..." Harry responded with anguish, head still firmly in his hands. If what the man had said was true….maybe he had been right in thinking the zombies were everywhere. How long…the Vatos leader had said the whole world went to shit….they were all over the whole world? But his friends….what had happened to his friends? Were….were they dead?
Harry's thoughts spun deeper and deeper into the dark hole of depression. It felt like the blows just kept coming. First he wakes up, alone. Then he finds a destroyed hospital and zombies straight from science fiction walking around. After that he gets kidnaped and now he finds out he had been in a damn coma for eight…whole….months! He choked back a sob at the thought. Everything had been going so well…what about Ginny? What about the rest of the Weasley family? What about….
"Oh God! What about Teddy!?" Harry said out loud with a sob. What about his Godson? He loved that little 'morpher to bits and now….now who knows?
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Guillermo watched as the boy broke down and sobbed quietly into his hands. His heart went out to the kid, it really did. Unless he was the world's best actor, the anguish in the kid's sobs was real. He didn't know who or what this 'Teddy' was, but the kid was really broken up over it. Guillermo looked up at Marcus to seem him frowning in concern at the boy. Catching his eye, Marcus looked up at his boss and nodded slightly.
Releasing a sigh, Guillermo stood up and walked around his desk to the occupied chair. Gently he rested a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Come on, its nearly dinner time. Lets get you something to eat then you can sleep. How does that sound?" he asked gently. The boy, Harry, looked up at the man with red rimmed eyes.
"No, I've slept long enough! I need to know more. I need to know what is happening. I…." he started to ramble.
"We can talk tomorrow. Felipe was surprised you didn't have a concussion from your fall but he said you would be tired from it." Guillermo cut him off, "Don't worry, I will answer everything tomorrow okay?"
Harry was still upset, he needed to know! He needed to know everything! But the man had promised…and his head did hurt something fierce. Slowly nodding his head, the Vatos leader smiled before calling his guard, Marcus, over. Standing up, Harry and the two other men exited the office and backtracked their route to the room he had woken up in. He hesitated at the door for a split second, but it was enough to be noticed by the two Vatos members. They split up then, Guillermo heading to what Harry assumed were the kitchens while Marcus went into the drab room and headed towards the bed.
Emotionally drained but still curious, Harry followed the man inside. A short time later, Marcus stood back up and turned around, handcuff and chain in hand and a smile on his face. Harry backed away slightly in apprehension. The man's smile quickly turned into a frown before a look of understanding came over his face.
"No, no, Not for you again." Marcus said in heavily accented English. Harry merely nodded his head.
Marcus nodded back before walking out of the room. The young wizard watched him go before turning back to 'his' bed. At least it looked semi useable. The cover was clean…ish. Harry wouldn't complain though. After living ten years in a cupboard most things looked decent to him.
Harry felt someone behind him even before he had entered the room. Turing back to the door, he was greeted by the near identical sight he had waking up. The same teen Harry had seen when he was still chained up was again sticking his head around the corner, staring at him. This time, however, he had a steaming bowl in his hands. Glancing at it, then back up at the boy caused the younger person to pink slightly before entering the room.
"The Boss said to give this to you…so…..here" he said, holding the bowl out to Harry who quickly accepted it.
"Thanks mate." Harry said before he made his way to his bed and sat down. After testing the temperature he began sucking down the soup broth. A silence descended upon the room, interrupted only by Harry's occasional slurping. He was so engrossed in his meal and his thoughts he hadn't noticed that the boy had stayed in the room.
"You talk funny" the kid blurted out, causing Harry to look up from his meal.
"I'm British, it's you that talks funny." He responded with a small smile. The younger teen seemed to take exception to his comment, if the angry look on his face was any indication.
"No, you talk funny. I talk normally."
"I talk normally too, guvna." Harry retorted, smirk widening a little. He reminded Harry of a younger Ron.
"No, you don't!"
"What you on about, mate?"
"See!" The boy said, pointing at Harry's mouth, "That right there! That isn't normal!" he practically yelled. In his excited state the young boy's words had started to gain a heavier and heavier accent.
"Are you taking the piss?" Harry asked between a mouthful of broth.
"What does that even mean!?"
"Are you having a go?"
"A go of what! Speak English!"
"I am speaking the Queen's."
The younger boy seemed to get fed up, throwing his hands in the air before walking away muttering in Spanish. Harry smiled as he watched him go. Two more mouthfuls later and his meal was finished. It was a good thing too as he was starting to have trouble keeping his eyes open. Harry put the bowl on the ground before laying gently back against the bed. The meal and the exasperated teen had done wonders for Harry emotionally, but he still felt like crap. As he felt his eyes start drifting shut, his hazy thoughts turned towards his two friends and godson.
'I hope they're ok.' Was his last conscious thought of the night.
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