Who: Harry Potter, Arcturus Prewett, and Sirius Prewett Where: Outside by the edge of the grounds. When: 6:00 PM, Day 2 What: Harry runs into a string of bad luck. Rating: R Status: Complete
It hadn’t been a great day for Harry.. but then again, it hadn’t been a great couple of weeks for the Boy Who Lived to be accused of being insane. He wasn’t anywhere he wanted to be, and after the therapy session he’d had earlier that morning, he was aware that he wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon. He still hadn’t had a chance to talk to the Director, because he wanted to speak with her face to face as opposed to through correspondence, but she refused to set up an appointment with him. Both Sirius and Crash had told him to write her, or the Minister, but Harry refused. He was too angry to succumb to an idea that wasn’t one he’d thought of. All he wanted was to get out of here, he didn’t want to write letters back and forth. She had an office on the third floor, he’d seen it (he’d knocked on it more than once), but she wouldn’t come to see him… and it was starting to really get on his nerves.
Mostly, Harry remained locked up in his room during the day (not technically locked, since the doors didn’t have locks on them…), but even someone who had become as introverted as Harry couldn’t remain shut up with nothing to do all day. So he’d come out, and had headed outside to spend some time in the crisp, but still not freezing, fall air. He wore one of a few hoodies he had, this one grey with a hood that was large enough it cast a shadow over his face, the way he liked it.. much less recognizable that way, even though he didn’t look anything like he did while he was in Hogwarts, anymore. He would spend a good half an hour out by the edge of the grounds that eventually trailed off into a forest, enjoying having a little alone time… unfortunately, it wasn’t going to last.
Harry would watch as a tall man emerged from the building and headed out towards the rock he was currently sitting on, green eyes narrowing some as he realized that the stranger was approaching him. He kept his hood up as he did, but the man didn’t stop until he was only a few feet in front of Harry, and when he did stop he cocked his head to the side and a grin spread out over his mouth. “Harry Potter. I heard you were here… I’ve been looking all over for you.” He took a step forward, and Harry was pushing his hands into the rock to get to his feet. “Who are you?” Arcturus only smirked, and snapped a hand up to take a fistful of the front of Harry’s hoodie, jerking him in before he was taking hold of his right bicep with his left hand and jerking on it so he could drag the younger man out towards the tree line. Harry, of course, wasn’t going to just stand there and let it happen… but Arcturus was a lot stronger than him, and he had a pretty good hold on his arm and sweater. So while he got in a few decent punches to the werewolf’s chest, Arcturus managed to pull him out to the tree line and shoved Harry back up against the rough bark of the oak tree there.
“I just want to get to know you, Potter.” He assured him, stepping in to hold him up against the trunk. They were on the side of the tree opposite the Sanctuary, so anyone looking from a window wouldn’t be able to see them there. And Arcturus had a good grip on Harry’s chest, though the Boy Wonder was jerking a knee up to hit him squarely in the gut. This made the older man grunt, and he snapped his head forward to crack his forehead into Harry’s, causing him to see a few stars. “Please, Potter. Behave.” That was growled out, and he leaned in to suck in a deep breath near the side of Harry’s neck. “I wonder what Hero tastes like?” Arcturus was just trying to scare Harry.. and it would work, if he kept it up.