IN WHICH Jackson Samson had grown up with owls, wands, cloaks and magic. He was a wizard. A brilliant one at that. Ever since he could remember, he had been waiting for the inevitable letter. The letter that would take him away from his home. At fir...
Book: Breakaway, Harry Potter Series Chapter 18: I Like Taking Care Of You Word Count: 1879
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Jackson flew from the fire place, short coughs leaving his mouth as dust went up his nose.
"Jackson!" Harry exclaimed when he got there. "I don't think we're supposed to be here."
"No we aren't." Jackson stood up and dusted off his clothes but his face was still covered in dirt. "You said it wrong."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "If I said it wrong why did you follow?"
"Because this is a pretty rough place and I didn't want you coming here alone."
Harry's face tinted red. "You shouldn't have come. I would have been fine."
"Shut up." Jackson lightly punched him in the shoulder. "I'm here now. Let's get out of here."
"I can take are of myself." Harry said as Jackson walked past him.
"I know. But I like taking care of you sometimes to." Jackson said with a shrug.
Harry couldn't help but smile. "Thanks."
As Jackson began leading them out, Harry stopped when something caught his eyes. A glass case that had a bunch of shrunken heads inside. He tapped on the glass.
Jackson turned his head at the noise. "Don't touch this stuff. It's freaky."
"It's so weird." Harry didn't listen to him and looked at a skeleton hand. He lightly ran his fingers over it before putting his hand in it. Within a second the hand clamped down on him in a tight grip.
"Harry!" Jackson grabbed his hand and tried to help him pull it out. "Let him go!"
The hand let up on its grip and Harry winced as he pulled his hand back.
"I told you not to touch anything." Jackson grabbed his hand to look at the marks. He sighed. "Just a few scratches. You should be right."
"Sorry." Harry apologised.
"Just don't touch anything else." To make sure Harry didn't, he grabbed his good hand and pulled him out of the shop into the alley way outside. It was filled with people in dark clothing and looking sketchy. Jackson pulled Harry closer to him.
They walked past an old lady who smirked at Harry, showing her yellow teeth. Jackson narrowed his eyes. "Stay close to me." Jackson said quietly.
Harry nodded his head, feeling overwhelmed with all the people who were turning their focus to him and Jackson.
The old lady jumped in front of them before they could move past, her horrid breath hitting Jackson in the face. "Not lost are you, my dears?" Her croaky voice crackled out.
"We're fine." Jackson said firmly. A crowed was starting to form around them. He darted his eyes around, trying to find an escape for him and Harry. He needed to get them out of here.
