Meeting Daryl
“So, yer a witch or something?”
What a great way to broach this subject.
“Wizard. Witch is used in regards to women…” thought Merle was watching the road he grinned slightly as if he found that funny. “Yer pretty enough to pass as girl, baby” he snorted.
Did American men always flirt so abrasively?
Rolling my eyes I turned away from the redneck and looked ahead. It was silent as I thought about Hermione and Ron. Hugo and Rose… oh god. Where they okay? Andromeda and Teddy?
And what of the aurors? Surly my wand waving had to have come up on there radars. It had been hours! Someone would-
No…
It had been hours. Someone should have come for me by now. I revealed my magic to a muggle HOURS ago.
My back had straightened and hands rolled into fists. I would have never thought I’d be wishing for an auror to come after me so much. If none did come for me did that mean the ministry had fallen? Everyone was gone? Or where they preserving power for more higher class threats?
Thoughts of the ministry consumed me and before I knew it we where pulling up to the quarry which had me worried. How many people would there be, would they accept another mouth to feed, what if they found out about my magic?
Fear began to pick away as Merle huffed, “Come on pretty boy, let’s go find my brother” the mans relaxed attitude did little to placate my own worries but I quickly stumbled out of the passenger trying to get a good position behind him “aw yer not so tough now are ya baby boy?” I sneered and whacked his shoulder lightly.
He turned back to me with an incredulous look but before he could say anything a tall muscular looking man dressed plainly broadest his camo pants glared at us with a slightly shorter curly haired man following behind him.
“Dixon…? How…?” Said Curls. Muscles frowned and raised a brow, arms crossed firmly across his chest.
I couldn’t see Merles face from my hiding spot behind him so I looked around and the other people in this group. Not much to look at honestly, a pair of blondes, a family and they’re kids, a big black man, an old greying man, a family of three and a few strays.
These people where not going to survive.
By taking one look at them I could tell, first years and hogwarts had more experience than any of these people and that made me frown. They needed help, I needed a place to stay. Maybe..
“Fuck you coppa! n’ you officer friendly, specially fuck you!” The hotheaded rednecks voice brought me back as a taller man with shoulder length black inkling hair made his way over to us or more specifically Merle.
Ah, this is Daryl. The only thing I was told about him as that he’s a stubborn pain in the ass and good with a crossbow.
Then again a thought hit me. I hadn’t expressed my want to keep my magic a secret. Merle brought his brother into an awkward man hug that lasted a split second besides eyes fell on me.
“Who’s the boy?”
I grimace “Harry, hello” Merle turns and hums. Curls walks over to be with that important walk most of the ministry have which begins to unsettle me.
“Well boy? Who are you?” Curls snapped with his hand resting on a gun in his holster. For the life of me I couldn’t tell you the name of the gun but it looked like the ones muggle police use, which told me absolutely nothing because the man was WEARING a muggle police uniform.
Someone is holding onto the glory days…
I also chose to ignore the ‘boy’ comment. My unresolved trauma could wait.
I gave the man a deadpanned look “I just said my name… it’s Harry. Are you hard of hearing?” I responded annoyed.
Americans..
“You saved Merle?” The elder of the blonde women scoffed. I crossed my arms not enjoying the feeling of the entire camp staring at me especially with judgement.
It brought back memories of the wizarding world.
“Clearly.” Short and straight to the point again. I couldn’t be sure what it was but it was of a switch went off in me and I suddenly didn’t want to talk anymore.
I looked over to curls “mind if I stay the night? I can sleep in the car” I gestured to the mobile behind me “I just don’t feel like driving right now” I lied. I do need to learn how to drive however… soon preferably.
Curls opened his mouth when muscles glared and stepped forward seemingly having enough of being ignored “and why should be trust you, huh?” The thumping pain of a headache was forming and I didn’t know how much longer I could take these muggles.
I had to remember their survival instincts where at a all time high. They where weary with good reason.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t pissing me off that these people wouldn’t just let me retreat back to the car.
“How’s bout you fellas lay off the pipsqueak huh?” Merle stepped forward and almost automatically Daryl joined him creating a Dixon wall of protection.
Muscles narrowed his eyes “we can’t just be letting anyone in. We gotta pat him down, check the vehicle for weapons or anything that coul-“
“For crying out loud Shane, let the boy be” a greying man with a long looking gun cries out “park the car up side my trailer, son” I try not to cringe at the term son.
Nodding I turn around only to realises, I can’t bloody drive!
Looking to Merle who’s wearing a shit eating grin he tosses the keys at Daryl “Darlina? Mind parkin er’ up for pretty boy” he doesn’t wait for a response however and slings his arm around my neck as Daryl rolls his eyes muttering under his breath but follows his lead.
Great. What could possibly go wrong?