Bear With Me (A Drarry FanFiction)

Bearing Down

   They crept around the temporary structure into the heart of the fair once more. It wasn't just the merry-go-round that was on and being noisy now; several of the other attractions were blaring music over their crackling sound systems and whirring about in motion. The tea-cups were spinning and the pirate boat was swinging back and forth – both of which looked sinister without any passengers riding.

"At least we'll be harder to find with this commotion going on," Harry conceded, but he had to say it was unnerving. "Why do you think they would turn on all these rides?"

Draco shrugged. "Fletcher said they wanted to play," he said. "So maybe they're playing. I'm more worried as to how they were able to turn them on – just how clever are these things?"

"And how dangerous?" Harry added as they hovered by the building, which from the front proclaimed to be a "House of Wonders!" It was covered in lots of psychedelic colours, and Harry was left to assume it was some sort of funhouse.

"Fletcher said they swarmed him," Draco said. "If they're strong I guess that might be a concern if they accidently cuddle you to death, but surely a robust enough repelling charm would-"

He broke off in the blink of an eye, slashing his wand through the air in a shower of red sparks. It wasn't quite fast enough though. A bear the size of the first one they had seen dropped from the roof of the funhouse, landing on Harry as he jerked around. "You're my best friend, ya-huk!" it cried. Between its little paws was clutched a large kitchen knife, and it sliced through Harry's coat and into his arm before Draco's spell sent it flying into a nearby sweet stand.

Harry gasped in pain, but Draco had already launched himself at him, dragging him into the light of the funhouse to see the damage. "Harry, are you alright?" he hissed as the blood poured down his sleeve.

Harry shook his head. "It's fine," he grunted, despite the blood. "Just a flesh wound."

It was stinging, but soothed immediately once Draco fired off a quick Episkey for the cut and Reparo for the coat and shirt. "Sodding hell Harry, be careful!" Draco berated, rubbing his arm as if that would help. His eyes were imploring. "I'm not going to lose you to a psychotic stuffed toy, alright?"

Harry was a little bit taken aback by the ferocity of his words, and if the situation had been slightly less serious (or ridiculous depending on how you looked at it) he might have allowed his heart to flutter a little.

As it was, they barely had a second to recover before chaos descended again.

Their warning came in the form of a bone-trembling roar, and the two Aurors took a moment to look slowly around in horror. "PLAY! WITH! ME!" something howled, before the sweet stand exploded into splinters, and from it emerged a teddy bear just like the others with a red bow-tie and "I WUV YOU!" written on its tummy.

Except this bear was ten foot tall, the ground trembling as it barrelled through the remnants of the stand, lollypops and fudge flying everywhere, its fur bristling as it roared again, flexing its huge teddy arms. A hoard of minion bears scrambled through the debris in its wake, all charging towards where Harry and Draco were backing up in alarm.

"Oh," said Draco pleasantly. "Good."

"RUN!" Harry yelled, grabbing his arm and going the only direction they had available to them. Into the funhouse.

"Potter this is a dead end!" Draco cried as they sprinted through the entrance.

Harry shook his head. "No we can get out of one of those fire escapes and hopefully lose them..."