Yay! fic number 2!
This is one of those I'm-Gonna-hit-You-Like-A-Brick-And-Nag-You-Until-You-Write-Me fics. This idea has been nagging at me for awhile and it wouldn't leave me in peace until I posted it so here ya go. Enjoy!
The first thing that registered in Harry's mind was warmth. The next thing was safety. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt anything like it. He had gotten close to it at the Burrow once but that paled in comparison to how he was feeling now. There was something about wherever he was that felt safe and he didn't want to wake up and possibly break that illusion. He registered being in a bed with warm sheets and opened his eyes to see a bedroom with another bed on the other side of the room. It was tempting to go back to sleep and he burrowed further into the sheets, he was loath to even try moving out of bed. He tried sitting up and found he was stronger than he had been the last time he was awake. Wait, last time? What had happened? He remembered the park and Dudley taunting him when they both started to run, then it was cold, impossibly so. Then there was light everywhere. That's it, he couldn't remember anything after the light. He registered that he could hear someone in what he assumed was the kitchen if the smell of soup was anything to go by.
Harry got up and out of bed and realized he wasn't wearing any of Dudley's hand-me-downs, instead he was wearing clean black pajamas. Wherever he was was already infinitely better than the Dursley's just by the clothes and the bed. He made his to the door and found he was on the second story as the sounds came from down the stairs. He made his way down slowly, following the sounds from the kitchen until he was in the doorway. The whole place was obviously lacking a woman's touch but it wasn't overly messy. There was a man in front of the stove ladling soup into a bowl when Harry entered. He turned around to see Harry in the doorway and motioned to the table. "I see you're finally awake, you've been asleep for a few days. I made some soup, been tryin' to get some food in ya since ya got here. The name's Bobby Singer."
Harry sat at the table and Bobby placed the bowl in front of him. "Thank you." Bobby was surprised at the accent made a note to ask where the boy was from later. "Where am I?"
"You're at Singer Salvage in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I found unconscious on my property three days ago."
Harry had been eating the soup slowly and he eyes snapped to Bobby when he spoke. "South Dakota? I was in England last thing I remember. How did I get here?"
"I dunno but you were pretty malnourished and injured when I found ya. Could ya shed some light on that by any chance?"
Harry avoided looking at Bobby when he answered, "I dunno, must have happened when I was out."
"Don't try lying to me boy, you're terrible at it and most of the stuff you got is old or happened over a long period of time. I ain't gonna force you to talk about it but don't lie to me, understand?"
"Yes, sir." Harry went back to the soup and Bobby didn't talk again until Harry had finished.
"I figure you'll want to clean up a bit so I put some old clothes in the bathroom and you can take a shower, it's up the stairs, first door on the left. I wanna talk to ya when you get out."
"Thank you, sir."
"And stop with the sir crap, you're makin' me feel old. Just call me Bobby."
"Thank you, Bobby." Harry got up and made his way to the bathroom to shower and Bobby wandered into the den. Harry looked in the bathroom mirror and realized he wasn't wearing his glasses but he could see everything, better than before actually. He decided to figure out what was going on later and stripped down to shower. He studied himself in the mirror for a minute and found that his ribs weren't as prominent as they had been before and many of his injuries half healed if not gone completely, his magic had basically saved his life once again. Harry showered and got dressed and headed back down to where he could hear Bobby flipping pages through a book. Wait, flipping pages? What had happened to his senses, had they just decided to heighten themselves while he had been out? He definitely needed to figure out what was going on.
Harry entered the room and Bobby motioned for him to sit and marked whatever he was reading. "I guess I'll start with something easy first, what's your name?"
"My name's Harry Potter."
"Okay Harry, where are you from?"
"I'm from England, I was in Surrey last I remember."
"What else do you remember from before ya woke up?"
"I was at the park near where I live and my cousin was taunting me, then we were running, I can't remember why. Then I felt this extreme cold and sadness and next thing I know I woke up here."
Bobby looked he was trying to price things together and Harry was trying to figure out why the cold had felt so familiar. Harry paled as he remembered the Dementors from the third year and Bobby noticed. "Do you remember somethin' Harry?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, probably just some nightmare anyway."
Harry started chewing on his lip and glancing down before looking at Bobby directly. "There was some sort of creature chasing me, something dark." Harry gave an involuntary shudder and looked down.
"Do you have any idea what it was?"
Harry shook his head but he didn't look Bobby in the eye when he answered. "I don't know."
"I said no lying, I'm not gonna be able to figure what happened and help you if you don't tell me the truth."
"...It was a Dementor."
"Yeah, they suck out all of a persons happy feelings and leave them with nothing but their most depressing memories. If you're not careful them they'll suck out your soul."
"And how do you know this?"
"Because I've dealt with them before, a little over a year ago. I react very...strongly for lack of a better word."
"Exactly how old are ya?"
"I'll be fifteen on July 31st."
"Then I guess I should say Happy Birthday, today's the 31st was yesterday."
"Oh, thanks." Harry frowned and looked down again, trying again to figure out what the hell was going on. It had been late June when he last remembered being in Surrey, just what had happened while he was out?
"Something wrong Harry?"
"Um, the last date I remember is June 22nd."
Bobby frowned this time and tried to sort things out in his head. He gave up a minute later and decided to take things as they came. "Let's try to figure stuff out later, first is there anyone family you can call to let 'em know where you are?"
"No, they don't care. Even if they did I don't have their number."
"You been through some stuff, haven't ya. I can see ya keepin' tabs on the exits and stayin' alert. From the scars and injuries I found on ya they abused you didn't they?"
Harry just looked down and seemed to retreat into himself. "People can't help but fear what they don't understand." Bobby got up and Harry flinched from his seat. Bobby paused and moved slowly closer to where Harry sat on a couch and say down next to him.
"I'm not gonna hurt ya, you're not goin' back there either if I can help it. I don't know why they did what they did but I don't care, no one should go through what it looks like you've been through." Bobby awkwardly put one arm over Harry's shoulders and Harry curled into his side.
"They've always hated me, I have no control over what I am. If I wasn't such a freak then maybe they would've loved me like they do my cousin." Soon heart wrenching sobs were wracking Harry's frame and he was clinging to Bobby like a lifeline.
"It's okay Harry, just let it all out. You can't keep this bottled up." Harry calmed down after awhile and smiled weakly at Bobby.
"Sorry. No one believed me until now. I told my school headmaster and he told me there was nothing he could do, he said it was the safest place for me to be."
"It sure as hell wasn't the safest place for ya from what I seen. I'm keepin' ya here if I have anything to say about it."
"Thanks. There's somethin' I have to tell you if I'm gonna stay here though."
"Tell me later, fer now you need to get some more rest. Go back upstairs and get some sleep, you can tell me in the morning."
Harry shakily got up and Bobby helped him to his room and he was soon asleep under the covers again leaving Bobby to his thoughts.
Bobby woke up in the middle of the night. He didn't know what had woken him up and he was about to go back to sleep when he heard it. There were soft whimpers coming from Harry's room next door and Bobby got up and made his way to Harry's room. The noises were slowly getting louder and Bobby could make out words from where he was. "No, not Cedric. Leave him alone, I'm the one you want. Don't touch him. No."
The words were broken by whimpers and sobs as Bobby got closer to the bed and started to sooth Harry's nightmare. Harry woke up and cried himself to sleep in Bobby's arms. Bobby tucked Harry back in and got up to leave before a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Bobby laid down in the bed and settled himself in for the night.
Bobby woke up the next morning when the sun came up and managed to get out of bed without waking Harry and went down stairs to make him breakfast. Bobby rarely cooked but the kid was little more than skin and bones. He was just finishing up when Harry came into the kitchen and he set a plate in front him when he sat down. "Um, I'm sorry if I woke you up last night. I woke my uncle up a lot."
"Don't apologize for havin' a nightmare, ya don't have any control over that. Ya don't have to be afraid of gettin' punished here, I ain't gonna hurt ya and I ain't gonna send ya back to your relatives."
They ate in companionable silence and then headed into the den when they were done. Harry sat on the couch again and Bobby took an armchair across from him. "There was somethin' ya wanted to tell me yesterday, what was it?"
Harry chewed his lip nervously and looked Bobby straight in the eye, "You'll believe me and not call me a freak?"
"I'm not gonna call ya a freak Harry, I'll believe ya. Don't be afraid to tell me anything."
Harry nodded, "I'm a wizard. An honest to goodness, wand waving, broomstick riding, wizard." Harry must have seen something in Bobby's eyes because he immediately curled into himself again. "You think I'm a freak."
Bobby got up and sat next to Harry, ignoring the flinch he got from Harry. "I don't think you're a freak. I don't know about England but here in the states the only way to get magic is to sell your soul. I can tell you're different from the witches we have here, you never would've made it into my house if that had been the case. I can also tell you've been through a lot and recently, I wanna help you anyway I can but you'll have to be careful out here."
Harry nodded and uncurled himself and hugged Bobby. Bobby tensed for a second before hugging him back a little awkwardly. "Thank you."
"Now Harry you got any idea how you got here?"
"I think my magic brought me here, I remember wanting to be safe and then I woke up here. My magic is sentient and it has protected me from danger a lot of times. I don't know why it brought me here exactly but there must be a reason."
"Well we can try to figure out while ya tell me more about your magic back in England, I don't plan on lettin' ya go back there if I have anthin' to say about it."
As the day wore on Harry relaxed completely around Bobby and Bobby in turn told him about everything supernatural in the states. By the end of the day neither one could absorb anymore information and they both slipped into sleep.
I really like Bobby's character, I think he's kind of like an unsung hero in the series and I think he would make a great father if he were to have kids since he helped raise Sam & Dean. He's just really fun to write.
Next Time On Safety: Dean's Comes Back!