Episode 1
Harry
The wind was fucking cold, and his body hurt so badly. Harry wrapped his jacket around himself. His knapsack was heavy on his back. It was an early spring day. Thankfully it wasn’t raining. He wished that he still had the car. Harry couldn't take the chance of them finding the car, and then finding him. He was finally away from them.
Harry could finally find a hospital or a doctor to work for. Find a small flat and just have a normal fucking life. First, he needed to get far away. He had enough money to get a train ticket. He just had to get to the station.
As he walked, the area became more and more sketchy. Harry knew that there was a motorcycle club nearby. It was their turf. The faster he could get to the station, the better. Especially if it is the club he thinks it is.
Harry’s stomach rumbled as he made his way down the street. A warm meal and a place to sit sounded wonderful. Maybe he could find something at the train station. Of course, if he didn’t have bad luck. He would have no luck at all.
As he passed an alleyway, he heard loud cursing and hissing. Then the rev of multiple motorcycles.’ Don’t look down that alleyway,’ Harry thought to himself. ‘Keep walking. It is none of your business.’
“Fuck Bast, we have to slow the bleeding! Then we can get him back to the club!” A panicked voice shouted.
Harry clenched his hands. He fought with himself. ‘You don’t have to always be the hero, Harry.’
“Kid, I’m trying! But if you can’t tell, I'm bleeding myself.” Another voice groaned.
Shite. Harry turned back around and entered the alleyway with his hands up. Three men and their motorcycles greeted him. The youngest of the crowd, who looked to be his age, jumped up with a knife and pointed it toward him.
“I’ve just come to help. I’m a nurse.” Harry walked forward calmly. The other had straight black hair. He had it hooked behind his ears. The man growled at him. His hands were on the stomach of the unconscious biker on the pavement.
“You don’t fucking look like a nurse. I’ve never seen a nurse with two black eyes and a busted lip, or with dirty clothes.” Growly commented with a judgmental look.
“I know I don’t look like much, but I have a first aid kit in my knapsack. If you let me get it. I can help get your friend and you settled. Then your other friend can go get help.”
The blond looked down at the black-haired man and nodded. “Fine! Just go slow. Kid, go back and get one of the cages.” Harry watched the blond hop on his bike and sped away.
With a groan, Harry got to his knees next to the unconscious man. He took the knapsack off his back and pulled out the first aid kit. Harry gloved up and took over.
“So a stab wound. It doesn’t look that deep, which is good. Where it is at it, shouldn’t have hit anything. What I’m going to do is clean the wound and stitch it. Do you have a lighter?” The man nodded and pulled out a vintage lighter with the same symbol on it as the cut the man wore.
“Thanks.” Harry pulled out the needle and thread he kept in the kit since he was 14 years old.
“You are going to use a sewing needle and thread?” The man asked with his eyebrow cocked.
“Yes, it works, especially if we don’t want him to bleed out. Now, when I say move you, move your hands.” Harry said as he opened the water bottle that was in his bag.
“Move!” Harry poured the water over the wound to clear off the blood. Then used a gauze to clear the rest of the blood away. “Hold on to him,” Harry warned as he opened a small bottle of alcohol and poured it over the open skin. The unconscious man was no longer unconscious.
“Bast….” The man’s voice choked out. “What the fuck happened?” Harry looked over at the man, and his breath hitched. He was the hottest man he had ever seen in his life. Beautiful grey eyes were bloodshot.
“You got stabbed, man. Just hold still. The nurse here is helping you.” Harry snapped out of it when those grey eyes moved to him.
“Yes, don’t worry. I'm almost done,” Harry picked up the lighter and the needle. He positioned it under the flame until the tip was nice and red. With practiced hands, he threaded it and started with the first stitch.
“How are you feeling, Bast? Was it? Are you hit bad?” Harry noticed nothing on the man’s torso or stomach.
“No, just my leg. I can get VP to look at it when I get back. Just worry about Reggie here.” Harry nodded.
“Reggie, can you stay awake for me?” Reggie groaned and nodded his head.
“Perfect. You know I am the best at stitching. Normally, the ones I stitch usually curse at me, so thanks for not doing that.” Harry tried to make small talk.
“Who did that to you? Were they the ones that you stitched up?” Reggie reached up with a bloody hand and tried to touch his cheek. Harry flinched and poked him hard. “Fuck!”
“Sorry!” He took a deep breath. “Don’t worry about it. You should see how they look.” Harry joked nervously. He needed to finish up this stitch and get the fuck away from here.
Harry knotted the stitch and got out the gauze and tape. “Keep an eye on this, okay? You should probably follow up with a doctor. Don’t get it wet until then.”
“Thanks, Nurse.” Harry was about to ask if he needed help when a car screeched to a halt in front of them. It is time for him to go. Harry is exhausted. He will not make it to the train station on time for the last train. At least he could clean up and sleep at the train station.
“No problem.” Harry quickly packed up right before he stood. Reggie wrapped his hand around his wrist.
“Thanks, Nurse.” Harry pulled out of the loose grip.
“Don’t mention it.” He ran towards the end of the alleyway right before he heard two unfamiliar voices.
Harry was right by the time he got to the train station. The train he wanted didn’t leave until 6 a.m. the next morning. He just had to help. He couldn’t for once think of only himself.
After he cleaned off in the washroom and found a hot coffee vending machine and crisps, he made himself comfortable in the corner of the waiting area. Harry pulled out two painkillers and popped them in his mouth. His body was killing him.
Once the crisp and coffee were gone. Harry closed his eyes. He needed a couple of hours of sleep.
Harry woke up. What felt like moments later, someone shaking him. When he opened his eyes. There stood the same blond he had seen earlier. There was another man next to him with muscles bigger than Harry’s head. He had silver hair with piercing blue eyes. He didn’t even look old enough to have silver hair.
“You are coming with us, Nurse.” The older man said as he crossed his arms. Harry was fucked. He knew he couldn’t outrun them. The blond rolled his eyes and laughed.
“What he meant to say is that Prez wants to meet you. We were told to bring you back. So get your stuff, let's go.” The blond said, but the silver fox picked up his bag and threw it over his shoulder.
Harry was too tired and hurt to fight back. At least if they killed him, he wouldn’t have to run anymore.
“Fine, let's get this over with.” The blond smirked, and the silver fox growled. Harry followed behind them out of the train station. He took one last breath before he got into the car. At least it was a beautiful night to die.
Reggie
Every time he moved, pain shot up his body. Reggie growled as he laid his head back down on the pillow. There was a knock on the door. Before he could tell whoever it was to piss off, the Prez voice announced who it was.
“Come in.” Reggie tried not to grumble. All he wanted to do was to get comfortable and to see those fucking green eyes again. The nurse was, god, he was fucking beautiful. Reggie needed to see him again. He looked alone, scared, and broken.
The door creaked open and both Prez and Snape the VP walked in. Prez was handsome for a man of his age. 50 looked good on him, his hair was heavily salted. VP had straight long black hair that always was tied back up.
“How are you feeling Reggie? The Kid was worried about you. Your cousin is on her way back. I’m assuming that she will not be happy. She wanted to be on this run with you. Though I think things would have ended worse if Bella was there.” Prez sat down on the bed next to him.
“Great, I don't need a lecture from my crazy cousin.” Reggie closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
“Bast said that there was a homeless nurse that stitched you up? He said that he was in a bad way.” Snape crossed his arms, his infamous glare on his face. Snape was only a few years older than him so he didn’t normally receive that stare. The Prospects on the other hand were scared shitless of the vampire-like man.
Regulus nodded. He remembered how the nurse flinched when he went to touch him. There was a flash of fear in those jeweled-colored eyes.
“Yeah, two black eyes, a busted lip. He probably had other bruises we couldn’t see. He is probably the Kid’s age. It looked like he had done this a time or two.” Reggie hated to think about that. It made him want to find the younger man and keep him safe.
“Do you think he needs help? A job? Snape is looking for someone for the clinic.” Prez looked mean and frightening, but he looked after the people who needed it the most.
“He needs help. I’m not sure if you will be able to find him. He didn’t stick around after stitching me up.” Reggie hated that he didn’t know where the man went. What he couldn’t figure out was. Why all the broken people he had seen, this nurse made him feel this way.
“I’ll have Fen and the kid go look for him. He couldn't have gotten far. Just tell Fen to be careful. I know how he is.” Reggie moved, and pain shot through him. He groaned and laid his head back.
“You need to stop moving. The nurse did an adequate job stitching you up. So don’t mess it up. You are in pain because you are not letting your medicine kick in. You need to rest.” Regulus raised his eyebrow. For the doctor to give someone a compliment meant something.
“He is right, you should rest. We will find him.” Prez stood up from his bed and walked out the door. Snape followed behind.
Regulus woke up by the sound of Fen yelling.
“We are not going to kill you!” Reggie jumped up out of the bed. Pain shot through his side. He threw on his jeans and T-shirt and ran down the stairs. When he reached the bottom. He grabbed his side and hobbled into the main room.
There stood the Kid, Fen, and the Nurse. Prez and Snape walked in as he did.
“Fen! You yelling isn’t helping!” The blond glared at the taller man as he placed his hands on his hips. “Don’t worry, we are not going to hurt you. We are going to help you.”
The raven-haired man crossed his arms. A flash of pain showed on his face before he put up his mask.
“I don’t need help!” Reggie chuckled, and the nurse snapped his head towards him. He blinked a couple of times and then huffed. “You should be in bed! What are you doing up? You act like you weren’t stabbed hours ago!” The nurse stalked up to him, his jeweled eyes staring him down.
“Oh, I like him!” Fen barked out.
“He is feisty.” Prez mused.
Reggie smirked down at the younger man. His eyes widened when the nurse pulled up his shirt and ran his hand over the gauze that was now blood-soaked. The smaller man groaned.
“All my hard work was wasted! Why did I even bother helping you? Well, I need more alcohol. I used the last on you.” The nurse clicked his tongue and glared up at him.
Reggie wanted to kiss this man. He was adorable. He would look even better with a lush on his cheeks.
“VP is our doc. He has everything you would need.” Prez walked up to both of them. The nurse turned around and shook his head.
“If you have a doc, why am I here? You don’t need me if you already have someone to stitch you up!”
“Look, Nurse.” Reggie held up his hands like he was talking to a cornered animal.
“Harry! My name is Harry!” Nurse… no Harry covered his face, he probably didn’t want to tell strangers his name. Harry… Reggie wondered if it was short for something.
“Harry,” Snape stepped up. “I am indeed the doctor, but you are not here because you can help fix up these delinquents.” Fen smiled proudly while the kid rolled his eyes.
“I’m not a delinquent!” The blond pouted.
“Regardless, Harry, we want to help you. It seems like you could use some.” Prez reached out to touch Harry’s shoulder. The smaller man jumped back from the touch.
“Oh sure! You want to help, and I don’t have to do anything?” Harry raised his eyebrow.
“No,” Prez shook his head. “If you stay here, you would help out. We are a family. We do run as a family. VP needs help at his clinic, or if you don’t want to work in the clinic. We have the bar, the restaurant, and the body shop. Then once you are on your feet, you can patch in. Or you can leave.” Prez took a deep breath and waited for Harry to answer.
The raven-haired man looked at him. Reggie nodded and winced. Harry huffed and stormed up to him.
“I’ll think about it. First, I need to fix this arsehole’s stitches. Do you have anything here? Or, do we have to go to the clinic?” Fen barked out a laugh, even the kid chuckled.
“I do have my medical bag here. Reg, take him to your room. I’ll bring my bag. Your cousin will be home soon. I know you don’t want her to catch you out of bed.” Of course, they would bring up Bella. His cousin was very protective of him.
“Come on Nurse, come fix your stitches. I believe you said that your stitches were the best. I don’t know about that. Seeing as they opened up.” Reggie teased as he walked up the stairs.
“My stitches would be fine if you didn't move around so much. You act like you didn’t get stabbed today. I should just let you bleed. Then when your cousin comes she can deal with you.” Harry sassed back. Reggie held his side and laughed. Harry would fit in just fine here.
Snape
Snape watched the nurse stitch up Regulus. The younger man was very clean and meticulous about it. You could tell that he had done this too many times. Which made him wonder did he worked in a hospital setting or from what they said he could have been fixing people outside of a hospital or clinical setting. That is what worried Snape a bit. Why was he bruised and beaten? What was he running from? Or was it who?
“Now you are all stitched up again stay in bed! I am not doing this again. You will have to get your doctor here to stitch you up.” The raven-haired man pointed back to him.
“Thank you, Nurse. I’ll be a good boy and stay in bed.” Reggie winked at the younger man. Who blushed at the comment? Snape rolled his eyes.
“Harry, let me show you to the spare room we have so you can at least clean up and get some sleep.”
Harry nodded and followed him out the door. The younger man looked like he was about to drop asleep when he showed him to the room. He would check up on him before he went to bed.
Snape walked down the stairs. He needed to talk to Prez about their new nurse.
When he walked past the main room Fen and Draco or the Kid as most people called him. They were chatting with each other. Snape glared at both of them, but they didn’t notice. The other members were in the kitchen eating whatever Barty whipped up tonight. Barty was loyal almost to the point of obsession.
Severus knocked on Prez’s door. The older man’s voice called. “Come in.”
Snape opened the door. Prez wasn’t alone. A familiar long-haired blond sat in with his feet up on the desk.
“I’m sure you have better manners, Luci.” He scolded the blond. Luci raised his eyebrow and smirked at him.
“My manners are impeccable, Severus,” Snape growled. Of course, he would use his full name. He was the only one that was allowed to call him that.
“You know that your son is alone with Fen again. He is completely head over heels for him. He is 15 years older than him.”
Luci’s feet fell from the desk. “My son huh? So when he is alone with a guy. He is my son, but when he graduates at the top of his class in high school and Uni he is your son.”
“Boys if you please. I do have work to do. Snape, what can I help you with? How is Reggie? Did the nurse get him squared away?” The older man asked as he lit his cigarette.
“Yes, he is all stitched up again. That is why I’m here. Harry seems to be trained. He is too good at stitching. It looks like he has done that many times. We should find out why and who he is running from. We need to make sure he is safe and that there won’t be any trouble dropping on our doorstep.” Snape walked over to Luci and pulled him up. He sat down on the chair and pulled the blond on his lap. Severus knew his husband hated a lot of pda, but when they were with Prez they didn’t have to worry about it. Prez took him in when he was a teenager. He was more like an older brother to him.
“You know we have helped a lot of runaways. You are one of them. If he wants to stay, he can stay. We can find him a job. When he gets on his feet. He can either stay and patch up or leave. We will find him a flat and a job. If someone comes, we will make sure that he is okay. I’m sure it is just a boyfriend who he had to patch up and who would get rough with him. We know what to do with him. Don’t worry Severus.” Prez ashed his cigarette.
Severus pulled his old man closer to his chest. Harry was Draco’s age, of course, he would have a soft spot for the boy.
“Now if we are done here. I’m starving. I haven't eaten all day. Whatever Barty made smells delicious. You two go have some time alone. I know Luci has been away for a couple of days. Church tomorrow, we will talk about what happened today. Night boys.” The older man dismissed them. Luci stood up, and Severus stood behind him. He wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Goodnight Prez.” They both said and then went to their suite.
Dumbledore
Albus held his head in his hands. He was the founder and president of The Order of Phoenix. They were the good guys. The ones who were going to take down the 1%. Like the MC club The Death Eaters. What kind of name was Death Eaters anyway? The old man popped a sherbet lemon in his mouth. He quit smoking years ago. The candy was the only thing that kept him from being a chain smoker.
Harry was gone. The boy he promised to take care of. He was the son and godson of two of his best. He lost both of them. Well, one is in jail. The other is dead along with his old lady.
Albus needed the boy around. If Harry ever found out about the money his parents and godparent left him. Everything would fall apart. Sirius would be out of prison soon. He is getting out because the man he supposedly killed wasn’t dead. The dumb ass was caught stealing!
Albus needed to find Harry before Sirius got out. If not all his hard work would be in vain. The only problem is that he had to convince Sirius that the boy had been using the money.
Hopefully, the bruises will be healed by the time he finds him. Albus couldn’t help his temper got away from him. The boy was so beautifully broken when Hagrid first stole him back from those people. Hagrid the loyal gentle giant never would say anything to him when he got a little rough with Harry. He would fix the boy up.
“Remus!” The tall sandy brown-haired man walked into the room. The scars on his face stuck out from the paleness of his skin.
“Yes sir?” Remus clasped his hands in front of him.
“Have you heard anything about or from Harry? You know we must find him before Sirius gets out. You know how much that man loves Harry.” The man hasn’t seen Harry since he was a little over a year old. Though the crazy bastard would send letters often.
“I haven’t seen anything sir. I have guys poking all over. I am sure he couldn’t have gotten far. We have guys stationed at the train and bus terminals. I still don’t understand why he would leave.” Remus shook his head. The scarred man was like an uncle to Harry when he was firstborn. Though once they got Harry back the first time he was closer to Hagrid.
Albus bit into the candy, and the crunch echoed in the room.
“Well don’t stop until you find him!” Remus nodded and rushed out of the room. Albus popped in another piece of candy as he walked over to the small wet bar and poured himself a drink. It is going to be a long day.
Sirius
Sirius looked up at the ceiling of his cell. It was dark, damp and cramped. He would be home soon. To see his family. To see Harry. That is the only reason he has made it in here this long. His godson. Sirius thought of his bright green eyes and raven-colored hair stuck up everywhere. How cute he looked standing in Sirius' riding boots only wearing his sunglasses and nappy.
Sirius wanted to adopt a kid. Some so many kids needed a loving home. Yes, he was in an MC. They were the good guys. They weren’t going around selling drugs, human trafficking, or weapons. They were trying to stop all of that from happening. Or that was when he was there. Sirius thought to himself.
Dumbledore has been acting strange for the past couple of years. Sirius couldn’t believe he allowed him to stay in jail this long. Sirius had been arrested before. Normally, he was always out in the morning. What was his reasoning about this? Why would he send him away when Harry needed him?
Sirius threw his arm over his face. It will all be worth it when he sees his godson again. He pushed away the fear that his godson would hate him. Resent him for not being there for him. God, he hoped not. Hopefully, his old man Remus would have taken good care of him.
Just a couple more days. Sirius smiled to himself as he drifted off to sleep.