Merlin's Descendant 3 (HIATUS)

III

HARRY WAS SEVERAL streets away before he collapsed onto a low wall in Magnolia Crescent, (Y/N) panting from the effort of dragging the trunk. They sat quite still, before (Y/N) spoke. "So, you going to tell me what the bloody hell happened back there?"

"My uncle's sister came for a visit. She was a nasty woman who talked poorly about my parents," Harry explained as his face fell slightly. "I lost my cool, I couldn't control it."

The two young boys didn't discuss it any further as (Y/N) knew that Harry was angry, which is why he found it best to not say anything and let his friend calm down for a moment or two.

But after ten minutes in the dark street, a new emotion overtook Harry: panic. (Y/N) knew about this by the look on Harry's face. Looking down at his hands, he noticed the mood ring glowing red. He remembered that red symbolized fear but he wasn't feeling fear. Glancing at Harry's hands, he noticed the ring glowing bright green. Bright green meant mixed emotions, which was sort of accurate for Harry at the moment. 

"God," Harry sighed as he put his head in his hands, "I'm going to be expelled. I broke the underage magic rule. I don't know where I can go anymore."

(Y/N) put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder, "It was an accident. I'll try to convince Fudge, and see what I can do. No one's getting expelled."

Harry let out a relieved sigh before meeting his friend's gaze. "It's good to see you."

"Good to see you too, mate," (Y/N) said with a smile.

(Y/N) glanced down at his and Harry's ring. It was bright purple, which meant very happy.

A funny prickling on the back of his neck had made (Y/N) feel he was being watched, but the street appeared to be deserted, and no lights shone from any of the large square houses.

(Y/N) and Harry stood up almost immediately, (Y/N) swiftly took out his wand, their hands clenched on their wands. They had sensed rather than heard it: someone or something was standing in the narrow gap between the garage and the fence behind them. (Y/N) and Harry squinted at the black alleyway. If only it would move, then they'd know whether it was just a stray cat or — something else.

"Lumos," (Y/N) and Harry muttered, and a light appeared at the end of their wands, almost dazzling them. They held it high over their heads, and the pebble-dashed walls of number two suddenly sparkled; the garage door gleamed, and between them, (Y/N) and Harry saw, quite distinctly, the hulking outline of something very big, with wide, gleaming eyes.

Harry stepped backwards. His legs hit his trunk and he tripped. His wand flew out of his hand and he landed, hard, in the gutter.

The loud thud of his friend's fall snapped (Y/N)'s gaze away from the bushes and back toward his friend. 

"Strange," (Y/N) said softly.

"What're we going to do?" said Harry sadly, sitting up.

"What do you mean?" (Y/N) asked.

"We're stranded."

"Yeah, and?"

Harry was taken aback. Did his friend not grasp the uncertainty of this situation? They had nowhere to go!

(Y/N) laughed at his friend's confused state before taking out his wand and waving it in the air, as a Muggle does for a taxi. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure the bus will be here any minute now."

Now Harry was even more confused. "Bus? What bus? Mate, are you alright? You're talking nonsense!"

There was a deafening BANG!, and Harry threw up his hands to shield his eyes against a sudden blinding light...