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The pain was excruciating. It was worse than he had ever imagines and yet it paled in comparison to the pain inside of him. In his heart. He knew that with the amount of time that had passed Harry would have been forced to copulate with others. It made his eyes bleed white but not in anger towards Harry. To the situation they were in. To his failure to meet all of his needs. He had made his choice and now he would follow it through.

Floating around him Puck merely smirked "You handled it a lot better than Demona did her first time. Not all times will be this painful. I made her change that way because she was not grateful to me. However yours was only painful to prove a point. When you are with Harry once again the transformation will be painless."

Goliath supposed that he should be grateful for small miracles. He studied himself in the mirror. Standing before him was a man who would stand taller than most of his peers and had broad shoulders with thick muscles. His long dark hair fell neatly down his back and his piercing black eyes looked strange on a tan face instead of a blue one. He looked down at his hands and wondered if he would feel things differently. Feel Harry differently. He smiled at the thought of no longer having to reign in his strength. He could grip Harry until he bruised and not risk cutting into soft flesh. He turned his hand into a fist. "Come, let us follow Harry."

Puck gave a bright smile before reappearing as Owen "Very well I have already arranged our transportation. Mr. Xanatos wishes us success." Goliath almost asked what success Puck hoped to achieve but refrained. Now was not the time and he would take the trickster's help as long as he was willing to give it.

On The Train

After the heat of passion had died down the bed in the compartment was really too small for them. Especially considering the two men in bed with him were built like brick houses. Harry sighed as he pulled away from them. This certainly was a new low. He blearily wondered how much longer until they could get off. It was bound to be awkward after and he wasn't so sure how the men would respond to random train sex. Probably not very well.

He turned and saw that both men were awake and staring at him with deep suspicion in their eyes. Did they think he drugged their drinks? Highly unlikely but perhaps that was what they were trying to figure out now. Harry couldn't blame them. What sane person expected something like this to happen? Besides him of course and he wasn't totally sold on the whole sanity thing either.

"Sorry about that mate…I'm not really sure what came over me." A complete lie but they would feel less like victims if they thought he was in the same boat as them. He gave them a charming smile and expected to leave without problem. Except there was a problem. A rather large one blocking his exit. Dean, if he remembered right, grabbed him and forced him roughly up against the wall. Not in the good 'I'm about to make some good bruises on you' way but in the far more threatening 'I'm going to kill you and no one will ever find the body' sort of way. Well…they could try to kill him at least.

"Dean let him go. He said that he was just as surprised as us. I don't think whatever happened has to do with him. Maybe a demon did it for kicks or something. That's what we need to be focusing on not scaring the crap out of this guy."

Sam…he was the sweet gentle one. Harry remembered, he gave him a grateful smile but the rough shake that Dean gave him proved that he wasn't in the clear yet. Dean came face to face with him and murmured "Something isn't right about him. We both knew it the second we saw him…He did something to us Sammy."

This was going far worse than Harry thought. They didn't think he spiked their drinks; as impossible as that would be. Oh no, they were talking about demons. That was a bad sign. He darted a quick glance over to their discarded clothing and noticed some of the things spilling out of them. Crosses, vials of holy water, salt. Definitely not good. They wouldn't harm him at all of course. But that didn't mean they couldn't try several rather painful ways just to be extra sure. Harry knew about the witch hunts, both the ones that had taken place in Europe and the U.S, he didn't want to be caught on any side of that. "You guys can't be serious…" He continued trying to play it off setting off a silent spell that would get Draco's arse in here now.

It didn't take long for Draco to blast through the door. Obviously his little 'session' with the two had lasted longer than he thought if Draco had already been looking for him. He smirked and said "Well looks like we're about to reach our stop. So if you gents don't mind I'll just be taking my friend back." With a dash of Malfoy charm and a memory spell later they were heading out of the compartment and getting ready to disembark.

"What the bloody hell was that Potter? Out of all the possible people to shag on this death trap you had to pick witch hunters? Who even does that anymore?"

Of course Draco couldn't just gallantly save him and kindly shut up about the whole event. Obviously that was asking far too much from the Malfoy heir. So Harry was going to drop a few subtle hints. "Bugger off if your creature wasn't awake you would have wanted a piece of their arses too."

There settled.

With that they were grabbing their bags as the train was slowly starting to slow down. Harry took a quick glance behind him and was glad to see they weren't being followed. That was probably the very last thing they needed right now. He sighed and hoped he could hold out for a while longer and perhaps actually talk to the person the next time the need hit him. His heart clenched as he thought about Goliath again but there was no time for that. Right now was about figuring out where they were and where they were going.

They ended up stopping at a small dinner to get some food and figure out the rest of their plan. The sneer on Draco's face was enough to show how little he cared for the place and that he resented the fact he would have to settle for this or starve. Harry was wise enough to hide his amusement as they took a booth and looked over the plastic covered menus.

They placed their orders and the cooing waitress brought them tea without being asked. She went on about how rare it was to get Brits and asking them all sorts of questions about England. Harry tried to play along but he was tired and Draco was practically snarling for her to go away so that they could talk properly. Eventually she seemed to realize that she was in the way here and smiled faintly as she went to place their orders. Draco dismissed her as he looked down at his tea mournfully "And I thought the bloody train was bad."

Shaking his head at Draco's antics Harry just drank his tea as he looked out the window. What was he even doing here? He had no destination in mind, nowhere to go. He only had Draco and he wasn't even entirely sure why Draco was on this random hunt with him. It seemed that he read his mind because a moment later Draco spoke up "You know…if you wanted to leave the states for awhile you could come to Malfoy Manor. No one would have to know you were there and that would give you some time to think things over…"

Moving around in a human body was much more complicated than Goliath had ever thought possible. He still felt uncomfortable walking around in the sunlight, but it felt so warm on his skin. Every time he caught himself in a reflection he had to control his reaction to not give them away. His hair was long and brown over his shoulders and his skin tan. He was surprised that his eyes did not seem to change much. Though he wondered if they would still change when he was angry. He hadn't had much time to explore his new day body because of the pace they kept in order to keep with Harry's head start.

He moved in his stiff clothing and new that while this body might be more convenient in these times he would always favor his natural one. Though there were nagging doubts in his mind if Harry would agree or not. Both Owen and Puck had been rather tight lipped since they had begun to catch up in luxury of course. Several times he had tried to understand why the strange creature was driven to help him. Though he was of course grateful at the same time. Without his insistence and outright antagonism there was no doubt that at this moment he would have been back in New York with his clan trying to hide the hurt in his heart rather than hunting down his beloved. Strange how the world worked sometimes.

They were now keeping careful distance as they were watching the two waywards who were currently eating in a dinner. Goliath felt his heart clench when he watched Harry's expression through his binoculars. Harry was smiling weakly as he played with his food and his friend seemed to be trying to get him to laugh but was failing. Something was bothering Harry. He knew that he could not go forward yet. Owen kept insisting that they absolutely could not reveal themselves until the moment was right. What he meant by that Goliath did not know but Owen refused to answer. Though he could see in Owen's eyes that inside Puck was dying to break free. The question was…Why?

Despite Draco's honest attempts Harry was feeling no better than when he first finished with the two men on the train. He just wanted to rest, to stop and just escape for awhile. There was tenseness behind his eyes that made him squint through his glasses. The tea wasn't helping and as Draco had emphatically stated earlier it was bloody awful.

He caught a glimpse of two people parked in a car outside of the diner. Even this long after the war he had never lost his instincts for fighting. They were being watched. By the sudden sharpness in Draco's eyes he knew that the Malfoy Heir was aware of it as well. The only problem was: what were they going to do about it?

At once Goliath became aware of a tensing in Owen's body as he suddenly pulled his pale blue eyes away from his binoculars and began to start the car. "I'm afraid that our attempts at discreet observation have been ruined. We had best get out of here quickly."

Goliath had just been about to question him when he turned to look out the window and found a wand pointed to his face.

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