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Chapter I
–Apéritif–
Friday, 13 September 2013
Harry's POV
Harry looked up as a Caucasian man entered the waiting room.
"Hello Harry." The man said.
Harry nodded his head back, returning to his drawings.
"Dr Lecter will attend you in a minute, Mr Franklyn." The boy said and the man sat on the couch on the waiting room. Harry stood and went to knock on his Papa's door, before returning to his chair and table.
As always not long later Hannibal Lecter opened the door, he nodded his head at Harry and then offered the entrance for the fat man with the beard. Harry shivered, he didn't exactly know why, but he couldn't support fat men and even less if they had beards.
"Take a seat, Franklyn, I'll be right behind you." Papa said and the man entered. Then he approached Harry and kneeled so he would be closer to Harry's weight. "Everything all right in there?"
"I don't like beards." Harry shrugged before turning to his drawing.
Papa smiled and leaned down smelling Harry's hair before standing.
"With what happened with your uncles it doesn't surprise me. We should discuss this later, is that all right?"
Harry nodded and Papa re-entered his work room. Harry turned to his drawing where the knife he had used to put Uncle Vernon to sleep was... maybe he should add a little red colour?
Harry was in the middle of his third drawing, this one of his backyard at the 4 Privet Drive, when a black man in a suit entered. That was a new one.
"Good afternoon." Harry said. "Dr Lecter is with a patient at the moment."
The black man nodded with a smile.
"I'll wait then." The man said and sat on the couch.
Harry looked at the man in silence.
"I'm Harry, by the way."
The man smiled.
"Jack. Are you here for a consult as well?"
Harry shook his head.
"I'm Dr Lecter's secretary." He argued before returning to his drawing. "Have you ever met Dr Lecter before?"
"I'm afraid I did not." The black man, Jack, said.
"He is the one with the blue suit." Harry pinpointed and then the door opened.
Jack stood.
"Dr Lecter." The man said approaching Harry's Papa.
"I hate to be rude, but it's a private exit for my clients." Papa stated before turning to Franklyn. "See you next week, Franklyn."
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