Two Worlds

As the big man from before slide to a stop, a sheepish grin on his face. Harry flinched, gripping his trunk tighter and eying the pair. As two twins walked over, smirking at a group of awestruck females. Both looked exotic, with good looks. No doubt Parvati and Lavender would definitely find them 'drool-worthy' if they ever met the pair.

Harry hid the grimace of the thought of the Gryffindor gossip queens. If word every got out about his wealth, those two would be the forerunners in spreading the word about. Thankfully he is not going back to Hogwarts. To hell with Dumbledore and his schemes, he would learn magic his own way, on the move. He wouldn't stay in one place for more then a week. Though Tranquility would be his home away from home.

Draping an arm over his shoulder, Will tucked him against his side. Harry shivered at the contact. The only people that could get away with touching him without him flinching is his true friends. Will smiled an easy smile. "I won't hurt you Harry. I promise you that." Harry snorted at that. He attempted to break free of Will's grip, but to no avail. The man is stronger then he looked.

"People make promises and they broke those promises, so don't take offense if I don't believe you." As a couple more men joined up. A dark skinned man in a skin-tight black muscle shirt and black jeans. He radiated dangerous vibes, of a predator in the form of a human.

As he was subtly guided towards the tarmac, towards a massive jet. Noting a tall man wearing blue jeans, an electric yellow t-shirt under a white doctor's jacket and sneakers. The man subtly eased into the group. Harry heard him muttering under his breath.

"Now what in Primus is that doing in his bloodstream. Highly toxic venom? How in the Pit is he even still breathing. Now what is this? Tears? Now this is just.. What the frag?!"

Jerking away from the loud shout, Harry felt Will tighten his grip. Snapping over his shoulder. His instincts on flight. If Will hadn't had a good grip, Harry knew he would have been long gone at the first bellow.

"Cool it Ratchet! You're scaring him!" His name is Ratchet? Harry snorted inwardly.

"Ah frag..."

Feeling cool fingers wrap about his wrist, the man called Ratchet mumbled softly as he took his pulse.

"Average, so the venom and tears are not hurting him. That's good."

Aboard the jet, which tingled on his senses. Staring at the cars, from a Semi, to a topkick, an ambulance, two Lamborghini's, one red, the other yellow. Two police cars. Two Ford Raptors, one black and green, the other black and silver.

What was odd that the emblazons on the grills were of a stylized face. As Will guided him along, Ratchet suddenly spoke up.

"Put him in me... I mean my ambulance." Harry blinked at that, then his eyes widened.

Will nodded at that. As he guided him over to the ambulance, Harry dug his heels in. There was no way he was going to get in there. If Ratchet is a doctor, he might find out about the scars, welts and bruises. Though his healing had lessen the severity of the wounds, but some of them would not even heal with his healing. They needed to be treated.

Feeling massive arms wrap about his waist, Harry froze. "Easy there sweet-spark." The deep voice rumbled against his back, a deep baritone that spoke of years of hardship and pain.

The massive man hefted him upwards into the ambulance. As Ratchet hopped in, the doors snapped shut on the others.

"Sit." Harry unhappily sat down on the gurney, staring mulishly at the man.

"My name is Ratchet, and would you please remove your shirt. I need to treat the wounds on your back."

Paling, Harry stared up at the placid man. Who's face had no emotions, only a detached sort of emotions.

"When I scanned you, I noted that some of them were infected. If not treated, they will fester."

Staring at the man, Harry folded his arms over his chest. He was not going to remove his shirt. Ratchet sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose.

As he stepped before him, Harry jerked backward, but didn't go any farther. As Ratchet gripped the hem of his shirt in one hand. With his free hand, he deftly unfolded his arms and tugged the shirt up and off.

As Ratchet set the shirt aside, turned back towards him. His brilliant blue eyes widened.

"Holy Primus, it's worse then I thought." As cool fingers lightly skated over several painful welts, Harry hissed in pain. Muttering something, Ratchet rummaged through the kit. Removing a syringe, Harry swore, tried to jump off the gurney. Only he managed to collide with Ratchet's chest as the man turned.

"A mild sedative, cleaning these will be painful. I don't want you in any pain. So park it."

"Make me." Harry glared up at the man. Ratchet smirked down at him. One big hand settled on his shoulder and Ratchet pushed down, while deftly upsetting his balance on his feet. Landing on the gurney, one arm wrapped about his thin chest as Ratchet deftly popped the cap off the syringe.

Squirming wildly, Harry felt two heavy thighs pin his arms to his side. As Ratchet blew an irritable breath out, snugly wrapped around him. With his hands now free, Harry felt coolness on the bend of his arm, then a slight prick. As a slight burn then coolness entered his bloodstream.

As he immediately grew lethargic, his limbs felt heavy. Ratchet unwound from around him. Lying him down on his stomach. Harry blearily felt a cool hand settle on his neck.

"This may sting a bit."

Gently cleaning out the infected welts, Ratchet felt the thin form stir at the sting. As the boy gasped, Ratchet soothingly began humming. Something that usually worked with frightened sparklings.

As the form slowly began relaxing, a smirk crossed his lips. No matter the species, humming worked for frightened sparklings. His meticulously attention to cleaning and disinfecting the wounds, his spark ached. This boy has never seen kindness in his life.

Once finished, he leaned down. Pressing his lips to the mop of messy hair.

"On Primus, I promise you little one, I will protect you. No one will hurt you ever again." Settling down, he watched the boy sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he sighed deeply. When they get back to base, the boy need nutrients and lots of it.