Wei Ying meets Hari! Oh, this cute Child! Must adopt! Harry does not approve.
Hari pushed the door open, and gaped at the amount of blood – definitely blood, there was no way it was anything else, that acrid odor of iron in the back of the tongue, the color and texture as it dried on the walls – and could not stop the expression of horror that came to his face when he turned and saw that A-Yu was covered in his own blood, and apparently did something like a blood ritual in the hours that Harry was gone from dusk till early in the afternoon.
Before he could rush over and see to the wound that – no doubt - A-Yu inflicted on himself in one of his fits, he was roughly grabbed by his slightly too-long hair, and dragged backwards.
“Stupid foreigner! Let see you take what that piece of trash should have!” and proceeded to kick and generally try to beat the ever-living stuffing out of Harry.
As Harry tried to fight back, the burning tension o his head was relieved, and he dropped to the dirt, and hear A-Yu’s gleeful exclamation accompanied by a thud of a body.
“A-Hari!” exclaimed Xuanyu as he hurried to where Harry was partially flung to off the path. Thankfully, there was no visible cuts on the body, but there was a bouquet of bruises blooming from the ribs down, a nasty bruise on his chin that looked like it broke through skin, a lip that was definitely cut, and he had heard a rather nasty crack – indicating a hard fall onto the head.
Blinking at the suddenly much brighter light of the high afternoon, Hari gently patted the knees – when did that happen – of A-Yu to calm him down. Wincing at the headache and nausea that head trauma usually is accompanied by, he barely noticed A-Yu calling over a someone to ask for help, and pointedly ignored the still – too still – body in behind them.
“Taking a na... How shameless…. punished…” “….stole my things! ….hands removed….!”
He also pointedly ignored the conversation over his head. Really, they were yelling punishments that Filch would mutter under his breath in the darkened halls of Hogwarts! Hanging off thumbs, chopping bits off, al in line with taking something very sharp and loping off extremities and such.
Harry was lightly jostled as A-Yu lifted him gently off his knees, and entrusted him to the kind person that was nearby. He furrowed his brow further, tried to blink back the mild headache pulsing from where he collided with the ground, and DID NOT like the fact that A-Yu stood and took off in the direction of the main estate with a cheery retort in his general direction. Whatever A-Yu said that he was unable to parse through the dissipating ringing in his ears, it was bound to lead to no good.
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Harry was unsure of what to feel at this point.
As soon as his headache dissipated, he hurriedly reassured to young lady taking care of him, and rushed after A-Yu who was – unsurprisingly – raising a fuss in the main courtyard of the estate. Really! Running off with all those wounds, some that looked as if they were still bleeding sluggishly, and barging into the thick of everything even when it definitely looked like the main family was entertaining guests, given by the thicker traffic of servants in the area, A-Yu! You are worrying this Harry even after successfully getting rid of his headache!
When he grew closer, he saw that A-Yu was standing in the middle of the gathering and drawing as much attention possible by demanding Harry’s possessions back! No worried more than ever, and afraid that whatever method that the Mo family used to remove A-Yu from the courtyard would further exacerbate the wounds covering A-Yu’s body, Harry used his toke Gryffindor tendencies and barreled in to persuade A-Yu as fast – and as safe – as possible.
“He stole them from you!!” A-Yu proclaimed ferociously, pointing at Young Master Mo.
“If he wants to play around with my potions and take his own hands off then it'll be his own fault! A-Yu, please!” Harry begged, trying to gently pull him out of the room, flicking a rather pointed glare at the general direction of the Mo Family. This was a terrible situation, and A-Yu’s exclamations only made Young Master Mo’s face redder and redder, only several steps from Vernon Dudley’s signature red to purple face.
“This is all your fault, High Nose!” the Young Master bellowed – really there is a young Vernon Dudley in the making right there, “Before you came along, we could do whatever we wanted to the Lunatic and he would take it! You've been filling his head with all sorts of useless things!!”
“What, that he has value as a human being?!” the Harry snarled with boiling anger, none of the gentle soothing tones he used with A-Yu. He really wanted to shoot a variation of the transfiguration spell that Hagrid shot at Dudley… or even bit off the fat finger that was invading his personal space at the moment.
And then Young Master Mo reared back to hit him, one of the guests in white – why white? - jumping to his feet with a shocked expression, then A-Yu twisted like a serpent, kicking up even as Harry was whipped around by the waist to hide him behind A-Yu, making Young Master Mo fall back with a shriek.
“Lay a finger on my son! Do it! I will rip your arm off from the neck down!!” Xuanyu shrieked, held back only by the boy who tried to push him from the room, whispering rapid and urgent reassurances and begging him to please calm down.