Harry leaned heavily on the bathroom sink, cold waster dripping down his fevered face. The plane ride had been harder on him then what he thought it would be. He was hoping that he could have slept the majority of the way, but every time he closed his eyes, Sirius' face contorted in anger would flash before his eyes. He couldn't believe that he had lost everyone and was truly alone. He was going to die the same way he had lived his entire life, alone and in pain.
Splashing some more cold water on his face, Harry tried to calm his racing heart. He was in an airport bathroom, in a strange country and he had no clue on where to go or what to do. He had no plan when he left Hogwarts. He hailed the Knight Bus in muggle London, went to the airport, picked a flight, when that flight landed he picked another and now here was in, Seattle Washington. He didn't know where to go, but one thing he did know, he was not going to be getting on another airplane. What he needed was some pain killers and a bed. If he was lucky, he would die while he slept. He knew he was burning up and his chest felt like it was going to explode. Whatever the doctors had given him at St. Mungo's had worn off, and he now felt worse than ever.
Harry looked up when he heard the bathroom door open. Looking through the mirror he saw an older good looking teen enter with wild bronze hair, gold eyes and was a little over six feet tall. The boy was dressed like he had money, his clothes reminding him of Draco Malfoy. He chuckled when he thought of Draco, right now he would happily except Draco's hand in friendship; anything to not be alone. Personally, he never really thought Draco was that bad. He would have liked to have been friends with him, if he wasn't afraid of losing Ron. He wasn't prejudiced against other houses, they all had their good and bad qualities. Hell, he would be a hypocrite if he had something against Slytherin, the hat did want to put him there after all. If he wouldn't have argued with the hat, he would have been wearing silver and green on his robes.
Edward inwardly cringed when he saw his father's sick young mate. He wasn't sure how old he was because of his petiteness, but he was guessing him to be about fourteen or fifteen. He was hoping that he was at least fifteen, Carlisle would be against turning him if he was younger. As it was, Carlisle would probably have an issue with the age difference. He was now glad that Alice talked him into coming to the airport to pick him up, the boy looked like shit. He was paler then him, too skinny, had huge dark circles under his eyes and he could tell by the heat radiating off him that he had a high fever. There was no way that the boy was going to last much longer on his feet, not with the way he was trembling.
Harry pushed off the sink and turned to exit the bathroom. He managed to get three steps before he was hit with an intense dizzy spell. Everything went momentarily black and he would have fallen to the dirty floor if the older teen hadn't caught him. The teen was ice cold and he was tempted to place his burning face into his hands.
"Hey, you ok?" asked Edward, holding the limp boy in his arms. His father's mate was burning up and in desperate need of medical help.
Harry reluctantly pulled away from the blessedly cold hands and struggled to right himself. "Yeah, I just get airsick, but I will be better in a bit." Taking a deep breath, be stepped away from the much taller teen. "Sorry about that, I didn't mean to scare you."
"No problem, glad I was here to help you. Are you sure you're ok? Is there anywhere I can take you?" Edward was trying to form a plan on how to get his father's mate to trust him enough to get in the car with him and Alice.
Harry shook his head no, wincing as it started throbbing. "M'fine, but thank you anyway." Smiling at the older teen, he walked out of the bathroom.
Harry was walking towards the airport exit when be noticed a small convenience store. Slipping in, he started looking for some Advil or some other pain killing drug. Everything on him hurt, but the worst was his chest and head. He was prepared to take the entire damn bottle if he had to, anything to kill the pain. If he accidentally overdosed and died from it, well lucky him, he would save himself a lot of pain and suffering until the cancer finally claimed.
