Double Trouble ~HP (Tomarry)

⚜THE TRIAL (1)⚜

"Junior..."his glowing green eyes gleamed with amusement as his Junior sprang up from the couch, his hair messier than ever, clothes rumpled and glasses skewed. 

Beside him, Harry's companion chuckled lowly, from where he was supporting Harry. 

His condition...it was deteriorating at a constant rate as the days passed. The mask...not even the mask was helping -although it did help to slow down the process a bit- Harry was tremendously grateful to his companion for the mask. 

"Senior?!" his Junior's startled gasp had Harry's attention back on the boy, who had finally woken up properly to discern Harry's condition. Harry was leaning on his companion for support, even with the mask on, anyone could tell his face was pale and he was weak...extremely so by the slight dimming of his eyes. 

"W-what happened?!" Harry was thankful, that the common room was empty by now' as it was almost midnight as his Junior seemed too keen to simply shout out to the world that there was something wrong with him, Harrison Peverell.

Ignoring his Junior's surprise, Harry beckoned his companion, who nodded and helped him towards the nearest sitting arrangement. His Junior too, although surprised, supported him from the other side as both of them helped Harry towards the couch near the fireplace. 

"W-what happened to you?!" his Junior wailed once again, and Harry winced slightly at all the explaining he probably needed to do.

"Calm down...boy." Identical surprised green eyes turned towards the other masked man, who merely huffed out and plopped down -gracefully- on the couch opposite to Harry's. "It's quite a normal reaction for people like him..." the man muttered, but his voice was heard clearly by both the green eyed wizards. 

While Harry merely refrained himself from sighing, his Junior obtained a confused expression; his expression quite clear to both the men under the fireplace's light. "Pardon me....sir," both the masked men looked at the boy with amusement at his choice of words for addressing Harry's unknown companion. "What do you mean by 'people like him'?" the boy's voice sounded confused and offended. 

His companion's amused eyes found his green ones, and Harry couldn't help but sigh at the clear mischief sparkling in them. He simply closed his eyes, trying to circulate his magic at a normal rate. 

"I mean exactly as I said, boy." his companion's voice had turned taunting; as if mocking his Junior for failing to understand his words. Harry peeked his eyes open, to see the corner of his Junior's lips turn down into a frown and his green eyes take on a glaring curve. "If you fail to understand such simple words...I wonder how you are gonna possibly defeat that foolish Dark Lord."

At this, Harry couldn't help but slip out a small laughter at the expression his Junior held, a mixture between being offended and trying to suppress a laugh. Harry could understand him, after all, it was not everyday one heard people associating the most feared dark lord with the word 'foolish'. 

However, Harry was surprised when his Junior instead of being swayed by his companion's words, still remained focused on the topic, although his words were much respectful now. After all, people able to call Voldemort, 'Foolish', deserved quite the respect, Harry guessed. "I beg your pardon...sir, but you said that whatever is happening to my Senior now, was quite normal for people like 'my Senior'....I didn't quite catch on you in that." 

This time when his companion's eyes clashed with his, Harry knew the man found his Junior 'acceptable' as he like to claim, by the way the man was smirking. "You can address me as 'sir' boy....and calm down a bit...I am not someone you or your 'Senior' would like to mess with....without me neither you nor your 'Senior' would survive for the next day." the man informed causing his Junior to turn towards him as if to ask whether the man was saying the truth or not.