Harriette half blind ran, breath coming in hard little puffs. She wished she could just teleport home. She ran even harder, blood and tears mixing as she tried to run faster. She hated it there. She hated it. She wasn't going back if it killed her. She pulled Kreacher along with her. Trying to teleport home, the bracelet tightened, it hurt so bad that she stumbled falling. Scraping herself up in the process, and her glasses shattered on the pavement. She still scrambled to her feet. She ran to the alley she could only make out do to color and shape and ducked into its shadows, tears rolling down her face as she collapsed. Tears and pain and anger and blood mixing together in a hot painful mess. She sobbed. Looking over her scraped hands, forced to hold them nearly against her eyes to see, the skin was red, and Harriette's insides peaked out from behind the scraps of ragged skin. She sobbed, clutching them to her body.
"Harriette," Kreacher said. "We need to-" Harriette swallowed, shooting to her feet and rubbing the wet from her eyes. The blood was mostly clumping her hair together now, but her hand still came away redder then before.
"Come here," Harriette said, firmly. "Please." she added. Kreacher stood. "Here," She said, pulling her jacket off. "You need to wear something to hide. Nobody really looks down enough to see your feet. Keep the hood up." Harriette said, trying to put the coat on. Kreacher hesitated a moment before letting Harriette slide it over his arms. "We'll have to take the bus. I know where we can get money, so we can get out of here." She tugged him along by the hand. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. Promise." She gripped his hand a little tighter.
Harriette was pretty good at finding money places. So it didn't take long for them to climb aboard a bus. Kreacher tried to avoid touching them, but he kept his hand in Harriette's.
Several buses took them far away from Grimmauld place. The only home Kreacher ever knew. Still Kreacher didn't abandon Harriette. And for that she was immensely grateful.
Eventually, after it started raining, they snuck into the empty shed of some house. Harriette shivered against the cold wet stone walls. Kreacher, scooched closer to her.
"I'm sorry," Harriette sobbed. "I got you into trouble probably. I'm so, sorry. I didn't want to let him hurt you… But I didn't even ask what you wanted." Kreacher hugged her.
"It's okay," Kreacher said. Hugging her closer. "Kreacher has never been protected before." He told her. "Kreacher is sorry he wasn't able to protect you." Harriette shook her head.
"I want to go home," Harriette's soft voice was barely a whimper. "I want my daddies." She sobbed, just repeating herself.
"Tell me about home," Kreacher said.
"Hmm," Harriette said.
"Tell Kreacher about Harriette's home." Kreacher said. Harriette tilted her head, in confusion but smiled.
"Harriette lives at a place called Fazbear pizza plex," Harriette said. "Her daddies are the daycare attendants. Harriette lives in the room above it. She shares that place with her daddies and Ms. Spider. She has a shelf with her books and some of her toys on it. She has a box full of toys, and a hanging, rolly rack for her clothes."
"Kreacher can get Harriette back home," Kreacher said. "Just tell Kreacher to take Harriette home." Harriette looked up at him. Tears formed in her eyes.
"Please, Please take Harriette home," Harriette begged. Kreacher nodded into her head. Then there was a whooshing feeling around them and they were on something much softer.
"Harriette," Harriette heard her Daddies' voice. She turned to look.
"Daddies!" Harriette shouted. She was in a hug.
"Harriette, oh Harriette!" Sun said. "What happened to your face?"
"A bad meany hit Harriette," Harriette said. "I mean me." She corrected. Then she reached and tugged Kreacher into a hug. "This is Kr-Kreacher. He's my friends and he helped me get back." She explained, then they were wrapped up in her daddies hug.