Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter or Gargoyles is mine
Chapter 8
Harry's
eyes had started too returned to normal but when he saw the gargoyles
his eyes had gone as big as plates again.
"Puck, why did you being him up here?" Goliath asked in a demanding sort of way, he wanted to know if this male child would be any danger towards his clan.
"Because, he is going to be baby-sitting for Alex, and he heard you wake up. So it made sense to bring him up here to meet you all." Puck said as if it was that simple that he shouldn't have to explain it to them.
"Great." Angela said who was looking forward to having someone that was closer to her age.
"Lad, before you came here did you know about magic? Or is this a big surprise for you?" Hudson asked with amusement and curiosity in his eyes.
"Yes, I know about magic before this sir." Harry said calmly.
"Hudson, Harry here goes to Hogwarts and learns magic." Puck said with a motion to Harry while looking at Hudson.
"Do you? Well then, lad that is a good school." Hudson said and Harry was about to answer him but was stopped when they heard Fox calling for them.
"Puck, Alex, Harry." Fox called from some where in the castel.
"The Xanatos' are home." Puck said in surprise as it seemed that time sure did fly by.
"Well, it is eight." Harry said as if Puck should of known these things.
"See you later, lads." Hudson said in goodbye with the other members of the clan said their goodbye's.
With the goodbyes done, Puck teleported them all downstairs to the main hall which was where Mrs. Xanatos was looking for them. Mrs. Xanatos seeing them appear took Alex from Puck and took him to his room and put him to bed.
While Mrs. Xanatos was doing this, Puck and Harry was talking about their meeting with the gargoyles until they went to bed early as they were all tired from the plane ride from England.
The Next Morning
When the Xanatos sat down to breakfast, Harry was no where to be found.
"Owen, where is Harry?" David asked, worried that something might have happened to the boy. He was so kind and polite.
"In his room, I think." Owen replied after thinking about it for a couple of seconds.
"Why is he not at breakfast?" Fox asked, worried that something bad might of happened to such a sweet boy as Harry.
"I have no idea, but I will go and check on him." Owen said, trying to put the Xanatos at ease.
"Please find out." David asked with a nod of his head.
"Sir, should I change?" Owen asked.
"No, I don't think that will be needed." David said.
"Very well." Owen said with a bow and then he turned and left the room.
Mr. Burnett walked down to Harry's room at a quick pase and when he got their he knocked on the door. When he heard nothing in the room, he opened the door, shocked at the sight that greeted him. When he opened the door, he saw Harry on the floor, passed out. He carefully picked Harry up and carbeld him against his chest, put him on the bed being careful as to not knock any injures, and called Mr. Xanatos to the room.
After a few moments foot steps could be heared and Mr. and Mrs. Xanatos was in the room with Alex in his mothers arms.
"What's wrong?" David asked while checking Harry over quickly.
"We need a doctor to see young Harry and hope that he is okay." Owen said worriedly, he had begun to really like the boy a lot.
"I will call one you stay here with him." David said and left the room to where the phone was.
Mr. Xanatos called a doctor who came to the house. After a few minute, the doctor came and checked over Harry. After the doctor saw Harry, he spoke to Mr. Xanatos.
"He has being eating, its like his been starved and he had been beaten, I know for a fact that those wounds would be impossible for the child to do it to himself or that he 'fell down the stairs'." Said the doctor to Mr. Xanatos "When the child wakes up make sure he is given something light to eat and make sure that he stays in bed for a few days until he his body had time to heal."
With that said Mr. Xanatos led the doctor out while Mrs. Xanatos and Puck tried to make Harry as comfortable as possible with Alex trying to help them.
