Miss P's
Miss P looked up as a boy with tousled, messy hair landed in her kitchen, mid stride. He stopped and looked around, brow furrowed. "This isn't Aziraphale's kitchen," he stated plainly. He adjusted the backpack on his back as he looked around. "I must have hopped again. Excuse me, ma'am, where am I?" he turned to her, and she couldn't help but gasp at his brilliant green eyes. A faint, jagged scar went from his temple to the start of his nose.
Taking a minute to collect herself, she replied "You're in my house. Who are you young man?"
He tilted his head in a very bird-like manner. "I'm Harry, ma'am. I'm magic, and I can hop between dimensions," he gave her a smile. "Crowley told me to ask if I can stay with you, until I hop again,"
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"Hey Miss Pe- there's a kid," Enoch stopped just short of the entryway to the dining hall, staring at Harry. Her newest ward waved, fiddling with what looked like a compact puzzle box. She nodded. "This is Harry. His peculiarity is hopping dimensions. He will be staying with us until he hops again," Miss P set about setting the table. "He has so far hopped two dimensions. This is his third. He cannot control his peculiarity and always disappears after his birthday," Harry nodded, patting the seat. "Come sit. Nico always said to make good impressions," Miss P hid a smile as Enoch was unwillingly dragged into an animated discussion about skeletons.
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Harry and his magic is the greatest asset to the peculiars against the Hallows. He can't see them, not like Jake can, but he can somehow sense them. He also has a sword from his first hop, a golden shortsword that seems specially made for someone his size. He handles it with a startlingly great efficiency. Not once does he cut himself or her other wards.
True to both her and Harry's word, a day after Harry's 8th birthday, when he and Hugo are playing outside, he vanishes without a trace.