Meeting Merle Dixon
I knew better than to run off helping strangers, especially strangers that sounded.. angry. But I couldn’t help it. Curiosity really did kill the cat.
Spotting the building the man was on was fairly easy as he was shouting to the heavens. I blocked him out though and entered the store using my wand to flick off the dead that I found.
Eventually I got to a door that wouldn’t open or budge making me sigh “just had to be a hero, didn’t you?” With an annoyed groan I pointed my wand at the door “BOMBARDA” winching at the pound explosion like noise I realised that would just bring more dead.
I’d have to be quick then.
Rushing through the door I saw a white male who looked like he’d seen better days.
The man had brown greying hair, brown eyes that seemed tinged with red, clothes loosely hanging off of him. The most notable thing being the handcuffs around his wrist and pipe. The man in question stares at me hard making me blush in embarrassment. Pull yourself together Harry!.
“I came to help” I muttered stepping forward carefully.
The man raised a brow “well aren’t you a fine piece of ass” he grins. The comment would have been enough for Hermione to snap and walk back out the door leaving the man for the dead. However all it did was make something in my stomach flip.
Sue me, I liked big men.
Ignoring his comment I kneeled in front of him looking up at the man “I’m Harry..” if I couldn’t find the key for the cuffs I’d have to use magic. Though I didn’t want to just whip out my wand in case the man was like Vernon.
It was impossible to ignore the way the man was basically eye raping me, his eyes found mine after the longest ten seconds of my life “Merle, though you can just call me yer daddy, pretty boy” he smirked.
Another stupid stomach flip. All the boys back home had been so coy and formal. It was nice for someone to be obvious with they’re intentions even though Merle was crude about it.
“I- uh, is they’re a key for the cuffs?” That made him snort annoyed. “The black idiot dropped it down there” he looked towards a drain which made me sigh. I could just levitate the key but I could also just alohmora the cuffs themselves.
I looked back to Merle with a serious look “here’s the deal, you don’t knock my teeth out after you’re free and I won’t hurt you. Got it?” His brows furrowed “yer gon help lil ole’ Merle outta these cuffs?” I nodded at the question.
“Just don’t.. hurt me afterwards okay?”
He rolled his eyes “as if papa Merle here could hurt such a pretty lil thing like ya” my cheeks grew warmer, which seemed to please the man. There was definitely something to unpack there because my body grew hot at “papa” oh lord…
I stood up and sighed pulling my wand out from my holster on my arm, helpfully hidden under my shirt. By all means it probably look liked it just feel out of my sleeve. Pointing my wand at the cuffs not sparing a look at the other mans face I spoke clearly “alohmora” the cuff around his wrist sprung open and dropped to the floor with a clutter.
Silence.
Keeping my eyes trained on my feet I gripped my wand tightly prepared to fight off the bigger man. I saw Merles old sneakers come into my line of sight as the man stood in front of me “well now why the sad look princess ?” Slowly I met his eyes and saw him grin again this time less wild like “aren’tcha fulla surprises?” He said while looking over my body again.
My own smile took over as I sighed in relief “well now that you’re all taken care of.. I guess I’ll be on my way” spinning around I made a move back to the door that I demolished hearing the groans of the dead.
A hand caught my shoulder before I moved more “you got people?” Looking back at Merle I couldn’t help but run my eyes over his form and feel my face heat ever so slightly. He was a big man but not over weight, he was tall where I came up to his chin. He had muscles on those arms and damnit if I wanted his hands as a necklace.
I shone my head “just me” thinking I should elaborate I continued “I just moved to Atlanta a week ago” he hummed seeming to think it over before dropping his arm around my neck and yanking me towards him.
“You’re with me then, y’can meet my lil brotha and the dumbfucks we stay with.. unless you’d rather be alone?” Looking down at me I felt myself lean into his side more. It felt nice to be protected like this. I got to feel small for once, this time I wasn’t the one shielding someone from danger.
“I guess I’m with you then?”
We made our way down the flights of stairs and out of the clothing building while I snagged a backpack and filled it as we left. Merle made jokes and threw a pair of lace panties at me claiming “they matched my eyes” when his back was turned I picked up the dark green panties and blushed awfully. I tucked the material into a small pocket on the inside of my pack.
Merle also formally introduced himself as Merle Dixon making me hum in response, he had no outward reaction to me saying “I’m Harry, Harry Potter” so I can only assume he is just a muggle. Hopefully. Then again another magical companion wouldn’t be so bad.
As we walked the streets Merle was trying to decide which car he could hotwire so getting back to his people would be easier. I follow suit until he dubbed a beaten down red car good enough. Knowing absolutely nothing about muggle cars I forgot what he called the car, I think it was a camera? Or something.. I just got in the passenger after clearing out a dead one from under the car.
It took a few minutes and a long string of curses but the car sputtered to life “aha! Still got it!” He turned to me with a small look of pride. I sent him what I hope was an encouraging smile “nice goin’ I wouldn’t have had a clue how to do… whatever it was that you did” now I like to say my vision is pretty damn good especially with my glasses so when I say I saw this burly redneck blush I mean I saw him BLUSH.
Grinning at the effect I had on him I looked forward, “to your campsite then?” That seemingly kicked him out of his little trance as he wordlessly nodded.
“Let’s go see ma lil brotha”