A Warrior's Heart & Gypsy Soul (Magic's Saviour Renamed)

Observing The Gypsy Camp (Edited)

A/N: edited 6/14/2024 I did some minor editing and changes to sentences nothing too major.

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"Prat"- talking

§Open§ -Parseltongue

'Dumblefuck' -thinking

"Enough" -familiar speaking/beast speak/gobbledegook

"Hello" - speaking different languages

'This kid' -familiar/magical creature/ goblin thinking

*Sit* -action

Hello -writing/messages/news/letters

Scream- memories/dreams/visions

Chapter 3: Observing The Gypsy Camp

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Third pov:

Harry counted 12 people all dressed in different styles of clothing looking a bit more rugged wearing cargo pants, jeans, boots, tank tops, plain v-necks, and suspenders covered in oil and grease. Some of The women were wearing beautiful sundresses and some dresses Harry had never seen before that had a hood of a different color attached. All and all the group of people looked to be like any other person you see on the street. They just seem to be wearing a different style of clothes than the Dursleys would ever wear and doing work the Dursleys would never be caught dead doing. Then some were a bold homemade fashion that was made hand that would be considered a bit more different than most people would wear usually definitely not something the Dursleys would ever wear even for Holloween.

Harry- *smiles while he hides watching everyone*'It is just like Grandpa Samuel always talked about when he told me stories. Looking around I can tell these are a bunch of happy people I mean with the way they are all laughing, singing, chatting happily, and these colorful clothes that some are even wearing that much is clear.'

There were a bunch of other people putting together booths and stalls; they were not part of the gypsies though since he recognized them from around Little Whinging. One who Harry knows all too well is Dudley's friend Piers Polkiss or as many including Harry refer him to even if not to his face RatFace Peirs. Deciding to stay out of sight until all the local people had left the boy hunkered down into the hedge to wait. Harry did not want to be seen by any of the locals especially the Peirs in fear of the Dursleys hearing about him coming here whether the Gypsies took him in or not. If they did it be good that the Dursleys did not know he was here or that caused problems for these people which he did not want since the Dursleys already hated their guts as much as they did him. However, if they did not take him in then he did not want it to be known he was here the Dursleys because they would punish him for sneaking out for one and two they would beat him for being around other supposed freaks saying that they would give him ideas.

Victor could feel the presence of some magical being. Whatever or whoever it was had arrived as the sun was setting and had stayed there watching them. All of those in his clan could feel it. He felt no malicious or anger towards him and his clan like he felt from that woman who had been leaving the market early that day. Instead, he only senses caution and curiosity as they simply watch thoughtfully. Victor watched the last of the local vendors leave, smiling and waving to them. They would be back tomorrow to participate in their little fair, but until then there was magic to be done. After waving goodbye to the local vendors he removed his newboy hat from his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead from the sweat he collected before putting it back on his head. His sharp eyes scanned the perimeter of the camp looking for their watcher as he walked towards the others. When he got to the other he started talking to Flora; she would have been working out what this being was as soon as she had felt it. Victor smiled as he watched other gypsies setting up their area and getting ready to cast a circle of protection.