3 weeks later
Harry had quickly fallen into a routine since finding the warehouse: wake up, breakfast, flute practice, practice his powers, 'find' money, lunch, go shopping if necessary, return to the warehouse, dinner, shower and teeth, and bed. And his routine was paying off very well for him.
He learned how to do a lot of things with his meta-human powers. Apparently, it only seemed to affect his lungs and vocal chords. He could create a wide spread sonic screech or focus the screech into a focused beam of sound that could blast apart a car. Luckily he was at the junkyard outside the city when he figured that out. He also learned that he could imitate voices almost perfectly when he imitated a man on tv named Lex Luthor on a whim.
There was also his magical abilities, which were progressing slowly but surely. Harry was able to summon a small light on the tip of his finger and use it as a nightlight, a blinding light, or even a flashlight! He could snap his fingers and make a strong localized burst of air. He could even lift many light objects like pencils and pens at once and command them like a swarm of insects or he could lift a single heavier object like the flute he found.
On the topic of the flute, his skill with it was growing quickly. He would go out and play it on the street and earn some pocket change for himself. He even made his own melody that he could play like a lullaby. Though he decided to keep that special song for himself.
But the skill that really blew Harry's mind was the fact that he could control people with his voice and whistle. He learned about this the day he made his first friend. He was walking around the park getting the lay of the land when he saw some kids laughing while throwing small stones at a stray dog. The dog was big, and shaggy with black fur. But the dog, while big, was also thin, like it hadn't eaten in a while. Harry couldn't help but see himself when he looked at the scene and wouldn't stand for it. So he loudly yelled "Stop that!"
And to his complete surprise, the kids got a blank look on their faces, stood up straight, and complied. Harry was shocked but after he got over it he decided to test a theory, and told them "Go back home and forget my face." With that command, they walked away, presumably to their respective homes.
Harry walked over to the dog to see if it was okay and it looked at him with wide eyes, as if it was shocked to see him. Harry figured that the dog had no injuries and went to leave for the warehouse but noticed the dog was following him "Huh. Do you want to come home with me?"
The dog responded by running up to him and licking his face ferociously.
"Okay okay! I guess that answers the question. But you need a name. How about… Padfoot?"
The dog looked shocked again and ran in circles excitedly.
"Huh, guess you like that name. Okay Padfoot, let's head home."
And with that, Harry had a new friend and companion.
Harry thought Padfoot must have had a home at some point because he was actually very well behaved in and out of the warehouse, although he did look a little weird seeing a news bulletin for some guy who escaped prison named Sirius Black. But Padfoot always seemed happy when Harry was with him and also actually enjoyed when Harry played the flute for him.
Harry even took Padfoot on walks around the park and made sure that his new friend had plenty of food, water, and exercise. The only time Harry left Padfoot at home was when he went to get money and groceries. Most stores don't allow dogs inside, and a dog attracts too much attention on the street, so Harry couldn't get money with Padfoot around.
Harry used his whistle to make people he knows to be criminals like muggers or pickpockets to all of a sudden take out their wallets and pass them to him when they walk by him. He also makes sure that they never look at him when he influences them so that even if they do remember how they lost their wallets, they won't know who they lost their wallets to.
But Harry still had a code of honor in a sense. He doesn't take more than necessary or from people who can't afford to lose the cash he steals. He only takes from the rich if they have it coming and even then, he only takes a little to avoid the police.
Speaking of the authorities, Harry got to see the Flash run by him once or twice. He always wondered if he ever passed by the Flash when he was out of his costume. It was crazy to think that some guy on the street could be the same guy who moves 370 miles per hour on the street with ease.
All things considered, it was an amazing three weeks. Possibly the best of his life. But eventually, Harry's routine came to an end when one night, while playing the flute with Padfoot sleeping next to his bed, the original owners of the warehouse had finally returned.
Leonard Snart was happy to have gotten out of Iron Heights with the rest of the Rogues. But he was also worried about the warehouse. They were all in prison and for all any of them knew, some random punks may have broken in and stolen all of their tech. Mick and Lisa may not need tech but the rest of them do. James and Hartley were especially worried because they were really attached to their stuff.
As they all walked up to the warehouse, Sam pointed to a light coming from the 'barracks' as James called it. They all understood what that meant: someone was here. Leonard opened the door with one of his cold guns at the ready.
But to everyone's surprise, when they went inside, nothing was messed up or out of place. If anything it looked better than it did last time they were here. George, with one of his boomerangs in hand, checked the fridge and opened it for everyone to see. It was fully stocked. Mick made his thoughts known. "What the hell is going on?"
"I don't know. But the light is still on in the barracks." James said.
Lisa flew up to the door and began to hear soft music playing inside. She noticed the door was locked and decided to go through the ceiling and peer inside from above. What she saw actually surprised her. But then again, who would expect a little kid to be playing a beautiful melody on a flute next to a big shaggy haired dog sleeping peacefully. It was actually a rather lovely scene. She had never heard this song but it sounded wonderful. But she also, unfortunately, needed answers.
"Nice playing kid."
Harry looked around and saw nothing. When he looked up he saw what looked like a ghost/angel lady. So he reacted how most people his age would. He let out a startled yelp and ran to the door to escape the ghost.
Only to see a group of weirdly colorfully dressed men gathered downstairs in the 'living room.'
One of them was dressed in a white and blue… snowjacket was standing by the door next to a man who was bald with welding goggles, had a metal grate on his chest and burn scars over different parts of his body. Another man wearing orange clothes with a green helmet and belt was sitting on the chair next to the mirror.
An orange haired man in a blue long coat was standing by the fridge. A blonde haired man with the most flamboyantly designed clothes was standing on the air over the table. But the last man really stood out to him. He was garbed in a green and black cloak. What really grabbed Harry's attention was the image on his belt. A musical Eighth Note. He realized that the flute he was playing for the last three weeks probably belonged to the man in green and black. Then Harry realized that this warehouse probably belonged to these people.
Finally Harry realized they were probably upset and they were all looking at him.
"Don't worry. We're not mad. But we do need some explanations." Said a voice behind him.
Harry turned and saw the ghost lady, who proceeded to carefully lift Harry up by the armpits and set him down on the couch below. The man in the snowjacket looked at the floating woman and said "See if anything is missing."
"Sure thing. But take it easy on the kid, Lenny. I don't think the kid is going to be a problem." Said the lady.
She floated back upstairs, while 'Lenny' said "Don't call me that." Almost offhandedly. 'Lenny' then walked up to the couch in front of Harry, knelt down, looked at him, and asked "So. How'd you get in?"
"I found a small crack in the wall around the back."
"We'll have to patch that up. How long have you been here?" the burned man asked.
"Three weeks."
"Where'd you get the food in the fridge?" questioned the man in the longcoat.
"I bought it."
"Where'd you get the money?" The blonde asked.
Harry didn't say anything.
"You stole it didn't you?" It seemed Harry's silence was telling for the woman who came back.
"Yes. But only enough to get by. And I only took it from mean men on the street or the people who can afford to lose a few dollars." Harry explained.
The adults looked at one another with slight surprise then back to Harry. 'Lenny' asked the woman "Anything missing?"
"No, but the kid was playing Piper's flute. Quite well, I might add." she replied.
'Piper' looked curious and asked Harry "You play the flute?"
"The book that was with it helped a lot." was Harry's reply.
'Lenny' looked at Harry and said coldly "You broke into our hideout, stayed here for weeks, and used Piper's flute. I only have one last question for you."
Harry braced himself for the demands he expected: get out and don't come back.
So imagine Harry's surprise when 'Lenny' took off his glasses, looked Harry in the eye rather warmly and asked calmly "Would you like to stay?"
I typed all of this on my phone with one thumb. Technology really is something isn't it? Please keep all criticism constructive and have a wonderful day.