Chapter Summary: In which Harry meets the vigilante.(HP/Arrow)

Harry walked stepped through the door of his penthouse, closing it and locking it behind him. It had been a busy day, the Ministry of Magic in Britain had invited him to a press conference in London, the President of the magical government had invited him to dinner and the most surprising invite of the day, Moira Queen had invited him over for dinner tomorrow night.

He said hi to Dobby and Kreacher, dipping his head in a nod when Kreacher asked about dinner and sat down at the table, the one that overlooked the city. Even though it was late, he was still hungry for dinner. The only lights that lit up Starling City now were the lights from speeding cars, nightlights, stop lights, and lights from inside buildings. The moon was just a sliver of its' size and it was chilly out, heralding a cold winter.

Just a few minutes after he turned the lights out and turned over in bed, he heard glass breaking. His magic immediately screamed a warning at him, his holly wand flying to his fingertips. Harry yawned and sat up, swinging his legs over the bed and getting up to walk into the living room and over to the balcony. Stopping when he saw what awaited him right before the floor to ceiling windows.

The vigilante was sitting right up against the unharmed window, slumped against the glass. Broken glass was spread out next to him and Harry peered over at the glass window next to him. There was a grappling hook attached to an arrow on the other side of the wall, indicating where the vigilante had slid in. Harry stopped and blinked, looking over the person in the green suit and hood, seeing the blood dripping from at least two gunshot wounds to the man's chest. It kind of made the guy look like he was wearing Christmas colors, the red blood mixing with the green suit. He snorted at the thought, drawing the lagging attention of the guy.

"Hey," Harry spoke, dropping his wand into a pocket and cautiously approaching the 'dangerous' man. He had heard all of the city news reports on the vigilante, all of the reports that said that this man was dangerous, that he was lethal with a bow and arrow. The guy's bow was currently lying on his lap, the quiver behind his body, smushed between the glass and the guy. "You need help?"

The man groaned, a low, deep sound that sounded familiar, as he slowly looked up.

"I can patch you up," Harry offered, kneeling down at the man's feet, leaving his hands to hover uncertainly.

"What kind of millionaire offers to patch a guy like me up?"

"Oliver?"

A low, wounded sound emerged from who Harry was pretty sure was Oliver Queen. The man opposite him stilled, flinching bodily, then reached up to lower the hood hiding his face, and revealing Thea Queen's brother.

"Harry?" Oliver questioned faintly, his face pale and eyes wide with surprise.

Harry frowned then gestured to the gunshot wounds. "I can tend those for you. It looks like you've been busy since you came back."

Oliver stared at him, blinked once or twice then shook his head. "I'll do it myself."

Harry sat down, summoned his medical kit, and narrowed his eyes at Oliver's serious tone. "What happened to you on that island?"

Oliver was clearly about to answer when he slumped further over, the rest of the color in his face disappearing. Harry hurried over to his side, slipping an arm around Oliver's shoulders and the other around his side then hoisted the other man up. Oliver groaned, swayed into Harry's arms, without more fuss.

Kreacher popped into the room, raising his arms like he was ready to defend Harry.

"No, I'm okay," Harry whispered. "Could you just clean up the mess here?"

Kreacher eyed Oliver suspiciously then nodded as Harry more or less carried Oliver into his bedroom. Dobby popped in and clicked his fingers, summoning a few towels to place over the bed sheets and quilt.

"Master Harry knows this man?" Dobby asked, watching as Harry gently lowered Oliver down onto the prepared bed. Oliver sat down and began to attempt to take his suit off.

"Yes. I do. He and I… had sex a few times," Harry explained, looking Oliver over before starting to help him remove the suit. "Could you make sure the bow is hidden and any evidence that Oliver is here disappears? You can put them in my office."

"Dobby can do that. Dobby can bring coffee too."

Harry reached into his kit, seeing Oliver's eyes follow his every movement, and brought out a pain easing potion and bandages.

"What are you?" Oliver finally asked, gritting his teeth at the pain as he tried to help Harry remove his suit.

"Wizard," Harry answered, holding Oliver in place with one hand to his chest and the other slipping off the green armor. Kreacher came in and took it, looking at it suspiciously before popping out again. The two bullet wounds had not stopped flowing, blood sluggishly pouring from the wounds. "Were you really going to remove these yourself, Oliver? Really?"

"It's what I usually do."

Harry blinked, his heart stopping at the utter seriousness in the other man's tone. Oliver stared at him too then started to cough, which sped Harry into action. He pulled the vial of potion that would ease pain and opened it, handing it over. "Three sips of that then I'll remove them."

Oliver narrowed his eyes, peered at the vial apprehensively.

"Look, why did you come here in the first place?" Harry asked, his right arm still holding Oliver upright.

"Instinct. I knew… that you would be able to help."

Harry raised an eyebrow, remembering one of their times that they had gotten together.

They were kissing even before they had gotten into Harry's home. Oliver had chosen to go to Harry's in order to prevent the press from getting wind that he liked to take men home too. Oliver groaned as Harry pushed him up against the closed door, scrabbling to take off his shirt to get better friction. His cock was already hard, knowing what Harry was like in bed had already gotten him excited.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Harry muttered, as they pulled apart a few inches only for Oliver to tug the other man back in. Harry moaned as he too slipped off his shirt, sliding a leg closer as he dropped kisses on Oliver's chest, leading up to licking his way his mouth.

They finally pulled back from each other a minute later only to run over to the couch. Oliver ended up on top of Harry, glancing down at the British man that he had met a few weeks back. His wild black hair, green eyes and the lightning bolt scar on his forehead were what drawn Oliver to him, playing around with a man who would make his mother crazy that Oliver had picked someone who looked dangerous.

Harry smirked up at him and then in one smooth, fluid move, flipped them so he was on top. Oliver gasped as one of Harry's hands moved down to slip under his jeans and around his cock. Heat coiled in his stomach and pressure began to build as Harry stroked, locking eyes with him as Oliver groaned and arched into Harry's hand, spiraling into release.

Oliver glanced up at Harry now, seeing his friend in new light. He studied the vial in Harry's hand then took it, taking three sips then handing it back. "What did you mean, wizard? And what were those creatures?"

Harry grinned down at him as he lowered Oliver down to the bed then raised a hand, slowly like he had seen something in Oliver's eyes. Oliver stared at him then blinked when Harry made a small motion with his hand and a ball of light appeared, hovering over the two of them. His eyes widened, remembered what John Constantine did.

"Wizard, as in Merlin," Harry explained, lowering down to place a kiss on his forehead as the pain that he was feeling from the bullets went away slowly. Whatever it was that Harry had given him was taking effect quickly as the flaring pain slowed. "I'll explain later, after you've gotten some sleep and after I've healed those wounds."

"You do that," Oliver muttered, his eyes drooping closed as he felt a tip of a stick press to his chest and cold tingles replace the heat of the wounds.

"You look like you've been through hell otherwise," Harry whispered. "Get some sleep. I'll take care of you."