Excaliber has been discovered, by Muggle archaeologists. Morgana Pendragon has caused the Once and Future King to rise. Merlin has been called to help a boy named Harry Potter defeat a wizard who is harming the world. And the Great Dragon is used fo...
So... hi, I'm not dead. It's a little late (who am I kidding that's a fat lie). I just can't stop thinking about my art project which I just finished. Should I post a pic of my project or not? You know what, enough about me — onto the story. Also, thanks stokesy42 for reminding me to update.
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In the time that it had taken for Harry to walk from to Privet Drive to a more secluded street, it had begun pour. He could hardly see his hand through the raindrops on his glasses, but he didn't need to see to know that no one else was out.
Damning the consequences, Harry held his wand out to summon the knight bus. His shirt was soaked, his hair plastered to his face and his shoes squelched with each step. The feeling of water between his toes made him want to recoil and hide away until the sun shone and the clouds were gone.
The bus pulled up on the road in front of Harry and Stan — voice muffled by the downpour — began introducing himself. Once he finished, he looked at Harry who had stepped in a puddle and promptly slipped on mud.
"What you doin' down there?" He asked, copying the words of their first interaction.
"I slipped," Harry said, getting up and walking into the bus, "And it wasn't on purpose!"
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Stan just hummed and told Harry to come aboard. Harry, remembering what happened last time, quickly scrambled up the stairs and onto one of the beds.
"Where to?" Stan asked.
Harry hesitated. If he went to the Leaky cauldron someone was sure to find him and he would be sent back to his Uncle Vernon. He didn't have anywhere else he would go through, Antonio was travelling the Americas and wouldn't be back for another week.
"Somewhere where people won't care that I'm there,"
"You 'ear dat Ern?" Stan asked. The Knight Bus lurched forward, in what Harry could only assume was a reply and not too long after, zoomed off.
The bed that Harry was on, slid around the bus as it weaved around machine and creature alike. The bus took a sharp turn and skidded to a stop. Stan went to the front of the bus and Harry watched as a young-ish lady entered.
She began walking towards the bed next to him and he suddenly realised that he was sitting there still soaking.
"You thought about drying yourself?" She said as gave him a small smile.
"Kinda forgot I was wet," He said phrasing it like it was a question. The beds slid towards the back of the bus as it sped up again. The lady fell forward and placed a hand on his shoulder to balance herself, another lurch and she was back in her own bed. It was then that Harry noticed that his clothes and the sheets were no longer wet.
"Well that was very silly of you," The lady said. Her black hair was no longer falling out of a messily pinned half updo and Harry's eyes shot up to look at her. He then noticed that her eyes were slowly fading from gold to grey-green.
"You just..!" Harry hissed.
"I don't know what you're talking about," She said as she just placed her finger to her lips and winked. Harry could only stare at her.
His eyes didn't move from her until a tingle ran down his spine. He whipped his head around to look out of the window and the lady's gaze followed curiously. Harry saw nothing and looked back at the lady in time to see her as she flicked her fingers.
A small piece of paper appeared from a small fire and floated towards him. He grabbed it, looking down at it he could see a scramble of letters and numbers.
"If you ever need somewhere to hide, I'll be there."
The bus lurched to a stop and she got up to leave. Harry's forehead crinkled and he watched as she walked to the door.
"I-I don't understand," Harry called.
The lady turned to look at him, she scanned him with her eyes and then hummed as if something had just occurred to her. As she left the bus, a feminine voice in the back of Harry's mind whispered to him.
"You will," It said as he watched the lady walked into the dark night. The bus lurched and Harry shivered. He wrapped his arms around himself and when the bus stopped next, Stan came to Harry.
"Dis is your stop," Stan said. Harry stood up, he slung his backpack onto his shoulder and walked to the door. He was halfway down the stairs when he turned back to Stan.
"Where am I?" He asked.
"Somewhere people won' care 'hat you are 'ere," Stan said looked at him unimpressed. He walked back into the bus and it sped off.
"Thanks," Harry said sarcastically. He turned around and began walking down the alley looking at the shops looking for a street sign or something else that could help him find out where he was. In his search, he missed the arrows and signs saying 'Knockturn Alley'.
