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Unexpected visit

It was past midnight as you heard rapid knocks on your front door, which in your opinion was terrifying and you probably wouldn't have opened the door if the knocking was any slower.

You were up at this hour watching some television before bed as your shaking figure made it to the door.

Your parents had been on a vacation and left you alone, which you enjoyed up until this moment, where someone is outside your door and you're a nerve wreck.

You flipped the key, scowling as you nervously twisted the doorknob and opened the door, hoping it wasn't an armed robber that somehow knew you were home alone.

To your much surprise, it was not an armed robber, someone worse.

It was Harry Potter, your neighbor who you hated too much for your own sake.

"What the hell, harry?! What's with your face?" You gasped at the sight of his bloodied face, a cut on his cheek and on his lip. He looked like hell.

"Sorry, I didn't know where else to go." You made way for him and inside your house, he was holding his ribs and you assumed he was in a fight. The usual.

You didn't know why Harry loved trouble so much, he's always bickering with the neighbors kids who gave him a piece of their minds.

"Harry, who did this to you?" You went and brought an arm around him, helping him to your couch, hoping he wouldn't get blood on the furniture at all, your mother will have your head.

Harry groaned in pain as he positioned himself on the couch, throwing his head back, his eyes shut tight. "Where are your glasses?" You asked, Harry still hasn't answered any of your questions so you just waited for him to take a breath.

You wondered what the potters would say if they saw their son like this, which is probably why he's here and not at his parents place. You liked Lily, she was amazing, too bad Harry is too much like his father for his own good.

You placed your hands on your knees, staring at Harry who finally sat up, hissing in pain as he did so, grabbing something from his pocket, his shattered glasses. "Oh goodness, Harry!" You took them from his hands, your fingers brushing together.

"Mom will kill me, we got the lenses redone last week." Harry started, nudging his nose with a finger. "I don't think the glasses is what she'd kill you for!" You said, his eyes turned to you, bloodshot. More red than green.

You flushed, the shattered glasses in your hands as you placed them on the table. "I'll clean you up- I don't know how, but I'll try." You nervously blurted, Harry's eyes followed you as you stood up. "You don't have to." Harry said, his hand on his side as he shut his eyes from the pain again, making you panic.

"I need to! Can I look at that?" You said, pointing at his shirt, he's probably broken something, you'd know if he showed you.

Harry opened his eyes, confused. "Take off your shirt." You hurriedly said, Harry didn't think before his shirt was off, his side a subtle blue/purple color.

You scowled at the sight, it probably doesn't have to be a broken rib or anything you just needed one thing to make sure. "Can I?" You put your hands out, Harry only nodded. "Okay.." you nervously placed a hand on his side, feeling his skin against your fingers as you took a sigh of relief. "You just got blown up hard enough, it'll be okay. Nothing is broken." You quickly took your hand off, harry groaned.

"Then why the fuck does it hurt so fucking much!" He shouted, his anger visible on his face. "Don't shout at me! Stay here, you need to get cleaned up you look like shit." You rolled your eyes as you went to your kitchen, grabbing a towel, water, alcohol to clean that line that was drawn on his face with a knife, some pain killers for his bruised side.