A/N: LOL HAI GUISES I FAILED 3 SUBJECTS HA HA MY MOM'S GUNNA KI-
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James Howlett was not a foolish man, he was an awesome guy, hardened by cruel battles and years of being lost in nowhere he could remember. So it all only took one look and a sniff to know that the fumbling young man in front of him was not normal nor the average teen that likes to get drunk his ass off every Saturday night at a party.
But he seriously smells like one. That, and a drug addict. There's also something... He can't quite put his finger on... Very powerful.
Viagra...?
Nah, not that. That came from the garbage behind him.
The mysterious and appealing scent may eventually prove to be a dangerous factor, which he knows. Yet the teen looks to be relatively harmless, having such a frail body. So he guessed it would not hurt to help the teen a bit and told him his location, which is New York, obviously. "You're not American, right?" James added as an afterthought after noticing Harry's accent.
"Yeah, I-I'm from England..."
Harry was flabbergasted and he shivers. This was not a logical line of events! This was like the time when he gotten lost at that huge ass supermarket. All scared and alone till that sweet, caring counter lady picked him up and gave him a lollipop for him to suck on till Aunt Petunia came scowling in like a hawk to pick him up.
She was a godsend. And the little man calmed down a little after that memory.
He understands that being a Master of Death, he has the ability to control Death whichever way he wants with given permission. Death will never let him go. As long as he lives, the Hallows cannot be handled by other hands, the God knows Harry's views, desires. He shall keep it so. Death gave his silent trust to Harry when he sent Harry back to mortal plane and Harry gave it back, no matter how unwilling. He is noble, he is pure, and he is holy as the Valhalla, forever fighting.
And he was made immortal, never dying.
Yet he cannot understands how he landed in the States, there must have been a reason for it. Just that knowing Death for the few moments, having many screws loose, he could have discarded it. Even if Harry wants to ask him, he does not know how to reach Death's ears. And no more of that variety of exploding travel please, thank you oh so very much.
And he was now lost again.
Then again, he-she, whatever gender Death was, he was laughing out of the sudden and did some creepy shit; groping his ass and licking his face. Harry shudders, he really does not want to remember that.
Moving back to reality, Howlett was thinking. A kid like him shouldn't be wondering around by his lonesome, much less the darker and seedier areas of New York without his parents or a friend. So he asks Harry for his parents' whereabouts. Surely the youth would not travel to America from UK by himself! He then made a terrible discovery; both parents were dead.
They then both introduced themselves for convenience's sake. Dull green eyes dared not to look up, Harry has a bad feeling about him, despite the help. He was asking too many questions that was better left not known. He might hand him over to the police as a runaway, Harry knows. Living two years on the streets as a child can do that to you. Now wasn't such a fantastic time to have anyone knowing where he was, he might get attacked again. Time to escape!
"Well..er. Thanks for your help Mister! OKAYTHANKSBYE!" He spun on his heels and sprints away. Gratefully, Howlett did not gave chase.
Howlett followed his eyes up to a distance where Harry disappears. Harry may need taking care of, but now was not the time to be dilly dallying wasting time tailing the teen. He still must journey to Bayville to support the Professor's plans.
Harry ran.
His legs are weakening fast, his body was weaker than usual. He was on the Gryffindor Quidditch team for goodness' sake! Panting and huffing in a quite painful manner, Harry wonders if Death made some changes to his physical body.....? Chosen Boy Wonder pull to a stop after what seems to be more than a mile. That was close, if anyone knows where he was now, a second death is definite.
Running for five minutes had already made him out of breathe, so Harry looked for a nice spot of wall to lean onto. He rubbed his eyes to chase the heaviness away...then he realized something, where are his glasses? Or his robes? It was strange, considering that he was still wearing them when the Battle ended. However, he could see perfectly, perhaps it was a good thing and his wand was still in his pocket,. Turning around the alleyway he had hid himself in....
Splish Splash
...He saw a cat. A very small rugged filthy cat. "Oh me gosh." Harry gasped, mouth opening into an 'o' and jumps away from its swipes.
The cat started to hiss at him, right paw reaching out, ready for another strike. Harry dared not move.
"Oi, Lugy!"
Green eyes turned to the left. There stood a ragged looking man, walking towards the cat with his hands held out. Harry was amazed by the amusing fashion this man has; a dirty red bandana tied on his head, big golden loops as earrings, a dirty trench coat, some sort of feather necklace and that beard. Good lord, the man had tied his beard into five pigtails. Why he had not tied up his proper hair was beyond Harry's mind.
What makes him look cool was that scar running down on his face in between from the left. All in all, the man looks like a hobo!Jack Sparrow. "Stop running away you stupid cat." He mumbled, and stroke Lugy's fur.
"Qua?" he said, when he noticed Harry. And the funniest thing was the he could have been Malfoy as a beggar with the way he was sneering. Ahaha~ what a jok- wait whut. And Harry noticed too. That voice, that nose...
"DRACO FUCKING MALFOY! WHAT IN MERLIN'S BLOODY BOLLOCKS ARE YOU DOING HERE?!1!" ...was what Harry would have said if he had found his voice to begin with. This sentence echoes deeply in Harry's mind for several times before 'Malfoy' gained a look of that says "NU WAI" and did something that was incredibly odd and out of character. Malfoy's face turns red, veins were popping up on his skin's surface, he yells angrily while waving Lugy, the cat around.
" SONOVABITCH! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU EMOS TO EMO SOMEWHERE ELSE, DAMN IT! I HAD ENOUGH YOUR FAGGOTRY BLEEDING EVERYWHERE! GO AWAY GO AWAY! SHOOOO! I HAVE MY CAT HERE!"
Harry tries to calm him down, unfortunately this just makes 'Malfoy' RAAAAAAAAAAGE and said something that should be threatening but not really.
"ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT? AND IT IS A VERY VICIOUS CAT." He holds up a snarling Lugy and turns it towards Harry, trying to scare him into submission. Behind him, something moves in the shadow, a small hand reaches out to shove 'Malfoy' away.
" You dunce, see his hands? The waists? No scars yo, not a emo. Seriously. But a fag? Maybe, perhaps, mayhap. And I think he knows you. If not, he would have ran away screaming like a girly"
The speaker was a girl with raven hair and brown eyes, looking completely average other than Asian, which was not the norm around here. 'Malfoy' just point his head up high, trying to look dignified, never minding that his clothes make him look outrageous. Then he checks Harry, searching from head to toe and finally, noticed something that will actually move the story onwards.
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Harry's Lighting Scar! Yaaaaay.
A/N: Coming back, I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LUV YOU GUYS TO HELL, if you review. Even a, "LOL this shit sucks." IS OKAY~ I might even say more on what's to come. As for the review xuehu lefted me, WEEEEEEELL..... Think of each chapter as a jijsaw puzzle, yeah?