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Damaged Bodies, Growing Lives, Building Families	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 20994 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Last Time

Perhaps if he offered to cook for them and he put a few drops of sleeping potion in their meal, he’d make his way out in the middle of the night and Jarvis wouldn’t be able to rouse them with the potion in their system. He could get well away then, but first, he had to find a way to send an owl to St Fiacre’s Medical Centre for Magical Injuries and Illnesses without anyone noticing, he’d order a mild sleeping potion that wouldn’t require him to see a Healer to order. He would find a way to do it and then he’d ward his new house so tightly that no one would ever be able to get into it. He and his baby would be safe; he just needed the opening to get out now.

Chapter Fourteen – Escape Plans

His opening came sooner than he would have thought. He had burst out into frustrated tears when he was told yet again that he couldn’t leave the Tower and he had sobbed about feeling trapped and imprisoned like Omegas were before the law reforms and Steve had felt so terrible about it that he had offered to take Harry to the park over the road as Natasha, Thor and Tony made a very quick exit from the hysterically emotional, crying pregnant Omega.

Harry stayed close to Steve, making a show of always staying within touching distance. This paid off as he walked around the snow dusted park, having ditched his crutches the week before and now nearing December, it was cold, but he didn’t have to pretend to show how happy just a walk in the park made him and that made Steve happy, which also put down his guard.

When his shiny new cell phone rang, he excused himself politely to take the call, leaving Harry an opening to find the owl he used to order from the hospital that stayed in this park for him.

He found it in the tree and called it down giving it the letter he’d already written and sent it straight up into the air before moving back to where Steve would see him when he turned back around. He twirled on the spot a bit to keep warm, but he didn’t move any further than he had to reach the owl, there was no need to give the game away, he wouldn’t make his job harder by trying to run now, better to stay and let them trust him more so they’d let up more and he could have a better chance to escape with all of his belongings.

Harry’s spine tingled and he stopped and looked around at his surroundings more closely. He was still an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, he remembered his training and his senses worked fine, currently they were playing up, something was off and he could feel it.

There were children running around in giant padded coats and wellies, their cold cheeks flushed pink under woolly hats, people hurrying around with gloved hands and earmuffs, all doing Christmas shopping and trying to get out of the cold, but there was one man on a bench opposite him, staring at him. His hand was in his coat, a coat so long and puffy that it could have been hiding anything.

“Please, not again.” He murmured softly to himself as he turned to face Steve and he ran as fast as his six month pregnant belly and bad leg let him.

“STEVE!” He cried out. “STEVE!”

The gunshot was loud, even in the busy park. All noise stopped at the sound of it and then people started running and screaming, bundling up children and running with them and Harry ducked behind a tree, his heart racing.

Steve was right there then, gathering him up and shielding him between the tree and his own body, peering out at the man with the gun.

“I was on the phone to Clint; the team will be here shortly.”

Harry had no doubts about that, the park was near enough across the road from the Tower.

“Stay here and stay hidden.” Steve told him and Harry nodded. “I mean it Harry.”

Harry nodded harder and more vigorously and then Steve was gone, chasing after the bad guys that had been shooting at him. He tried to catch his breath and regain some calm and some composure.

It took a while but he managed it only to be scared half to death when he was grabbed from behind. He twisted and lashed out, only to punch Clint full in the face, his nose exploded in a burst of blood and Harry laughed, partly in relief that it wasn’t a bad guy and partly out of nerves because Clint looked thoroughly pissed off.

“Bis isn’t bunny!” Clint said thickly.

Harry pressed his lips together. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it; I thought you were going to hurt us.” He placed a hand on his prominent belly.

Clint calmed down and sighed, which caused a bubble of blood to form, which made Harry give a nervous giggle again.

“Are you alright?” Bruce asked as he ran over to them. “Clint, what happened to your nose?”

“I’m sorry, that’s my fault. He came up behind me and I punched him.”

Bruce shook his head and helped Clint with his nose, bending him over forwards and cracking his nose back into place with a horrible grinding of cartilage on bone. Harry felt sick as his stomach turned.

“I am sorry I hit you Clint, you startled me.”

“That’s okay. I probably should have said something, but you are alright, aren’t you? You and the baby? I heard the gunshots over the phone, and your shouts for Steve.”

“Both fine.” Harry insisted. “Now go and beat the shit out of that man for shooting at us, try and take him alive too, he might know where the rest of his group are.”

Clint nodded with a grin and left him to go and do as asked. Bruce did not leave and instead tried to herd Harry back to the safety of the Tower for a check-up.

Harry allowed him to do so as he peeked out to see Steve and Natasha holding the arms of the man who had shot at him between them.

“Can’t even go for a fucking walk in the park.” He grumbled.

“This is more serious than you realise.” Bruce said carefully.

“No, I understand perfectly Bruce; I’m still a S.H.I.E.L.D agent. That he was waiting in this park, just across the street from the Tower, means the people who are after me knows where I’m staying and they’re watching me closely, just waiting for me to go wandering, alone or not, it doesn’t seem to matter to them, but we already knew that because they attacked the Tower, remember? They want me bad, Bruce, what I can’t work out is why. The only people I saw are dead, I had one name and it led to nothing and I don’t believe it’s because I’m still alive, something is going on here and I can’t work it out.”

They made it into the Tower safely and Bruce took him down into his workshop for the check-up, even though Harry insisted that he was completely fine thank you very much, but he still subjected himself to the check-up.

He was fine, the baby was fine and he hadn’t been hit with any bullets or debris, he was so happy that he hugged Bruce in thanks as he hopped off of the examination bed and went up to the main floor of the Tower.

Thor, Natasha, Steve and Tony weren’t there, Clint however was and Harry went to check on him, looking over his bruised face and his swollen lip. He’d cleaned himself up, so at least he wasn’t covered in blood anymore, but Harry still went to him.

“Are you okay?”

“I think that should be my line, how are you and the baby?” Clint asked back.

“Perfectly fine, I wasn’t hit by anything and the baby is very happy. How’s your nose?”

“It’s getting better now that I’ve taken some aspirin.” Clint said with a grin.

“I’m sorry I hit you.”

“That’s okay, I’m just glad that you’re both safe, now come and sit down, Tony got some more of that British tea you like imported in this morning.”

Harry watched, a little surprised really, as Clint rushed around making him tea as he sat on the settee in the seating area. He sighed, Clint was back to trying too hard. He wasn’t surprised after the scare, he had almost been shot, but he did hope that it didn’t last too long. He didn’t want to snap at Clint again, he was actively working on it, but if all six of them started fussing around him again he knew he was going to break and snap at them all.

Accepting the cup of tea from Clint, Harry sipped at it happily as he thought about what he was planning to do. Could he really drug these people with sleeping potion and then just leave as if they’d done absolutely nothing for him?

They had spent the last six months making him comfortable, helping him to heal, helping him adjust and being friends with him, could he repay them by drugging them and running away?

But he couldn’t stay here! He just couldn’t, for his and his baby’s sake. He had stayed as long as he had because he’d thought he’d be safer in his more vulnerable pregnant state as his leg healed with the aid of potions, now he knew that he wasn’t safe anywhere, so did it really matter if he was here or in his own home? At least at his own place he could ward the entire structure without fear of it blowing up and then no one who wasn’t tied into the wards he’d put up could get in. He and his baby would be much safer there and he’d have more privacy too, he thought as Clint brought over some biscuits and watched him intently as he nibbled at one and sipped his tea.

“Thank you Clint.” Harry said, hoping that Clint would get the hint and leave him to his thoughts.

“What are you thinking about? I’m not Natasha; I can’t keep up with the emotions flashing through your eyes.”

“Good, I don’t want anyone deciphering them.” Harry said sternly.

“I’ve said the wrong thing again. I’m sorry.”

“That’s the problem though, isn’t it? You always say the wrong thing Clint!” Harry snapped. “And do you know what’s worse? It’s actually the truth! You shouldn’t be trying to read every little emotion or nuance of body movement from me! Natasha definitely shouldn’t! If you want to know how I’m feeling, how about you just ask?”

“I’m sorry, I…”

“Leave it.” Harry said as he forced himself to relax against the settee and placed a hand over his softly moving baby.

Harry went back to his thoughts, trying to blot out the guilt he felt for being such an utter prick to Clint, he didn’t know if it truly was anger over the fussing and nit picking, or if he was trying to vent the fear of almost being shot while taking a simple walk in the park. Very soon it was going to get to the point where he wasn’t going to be able to leave the Tower and if the Avengers gave that order, then he’d never be able to escape, with that order, Jarvis could block and lock the doors after he’d drugged the Avengers and then he’d be in a shit load of trouble, but if Tony didn’t give that order to Jarvis, there was still a chance he could get out of here and to his own place.

“What can I do to make it better?” Clint asked softly.

Harry raised his gaze to look at him and he clenched his jaw tight to stop the apologies spilling out at the look on Clint’s face. Then he had an idea to help further his escape plans.

“If you could stop Steve from mother henning me to death, that would make me feel loads better.” He said a bit stiffly.

If Steve was left to wind himself up and get into a panicked, worried state, then there was more chance of all the Avengers overreacting and Tony giving the order, or even semi-order, for him to never leave the Tower, which he was sure was all Jarvis would need to keep him in the Tower when he tried to escape.

“He won’t be back for a while; they’ve taken the…perpetrator, to Fury for questioning. Steve will likely wear himself out before he gets back to the Tower.”

“Well if it looks like he’s going to work himself up when he does get back, head him off for me. I’m too tired to deal with it.”

“Do you want to take a nap?”

“No I do not want to take a nap!” Harry hissed through gritted teeth. “If I did I’m perfectly capable of going down to my room and going to sleep Clint, I don’t need you to come with me and hold my hand.”

Again Harry stomped down on the guilt as Clint averted his gaze and loosened his body in a relaxed, calm and nonchalant way that just screamed to Harry that it was a front to hide how he was really feeling.

Harry swallowed and rotated his shoulders to ease his tension. He couldn’t deal with this for much longer; he was half hoping the other Avengers came back, just so that he didn’t have to deal with Clint. Then he remembered with a mental head slap that Bruce was here. If anyone could make him feel better it was Bruce.

He stood up suddenly and Clint’s head snapped to him sharply, proving that though he had been feigning looking out of the window, he’d been looking at Harry through his peripheral vision.

“What’s the matter? Where are you going?” He asked panicked.

Harry could have handled any other question but that one. He would have made up some excuse about going to the bathroom, but his anger surged hot and bright and before he knew what he was saying, the words had poured out of his mouth, and words could never be taken back once they’d been said.

“I’m getting the fuck away from you!”

Harry was in the lift before he calmed down and realised that perhaps he should have controlled himself a little better, but he just couldn’t take the picking and pulling anymore, his every move was questioned, his every emotion was analysed, it was like living in a science lab, being constantly under the microscope.

He made it to Bruce’s workshop to find the man deep in his work. He hated to disturb him, but he went into the room because he didn’t want to be alone and between Bruce and Clint, he’d take Bruce. The soft whoosh as the door opened and then closed behind him had Bruce calmly finishing what he was doing and then looking behind him to Harry.

“Was there something you needed?” Bruce asked calmly as Harry hopped up onto the examination bed that he’d left only a short while ago.

“Clint’s micro analysing me again, is it okay if I stay here with you until the others get back?”

Bruce nodded. “Of course, you don’t mind me working? I’m hardly good company at the moment.”

“I want the company Bruce, I just don’t want the endless small talk or scrutinising, I just want to lay here, thinking and doing nothing. I don’t want anyone’s focus on me.”

Bruce nodded and Harry let his head fall back in utter relief as Bruce went back to his work. Bruce got it; he truly understood what he needed. He knew that he didn’t want to be asked how he was or how he was feeling or about what happened. Bruce knew that he didn’t want the talk or the looks or the attention, but the kind, beautiful, wonderful man knew that the one thing he did need was not to be alone right now. Harry loved Bruce in that moment.

He lay on the examination bed and closed his eyes, thinking, feeling, sorting himself out, going through his memories and listing what he’d felt at what point and it was then, in the soft quiet of the workshop, where no one was bothering him, disturbing him every few minutes or picking him apart, that he realised he was lashing out from fear in a delayed reaction to what had happened in the park.

He exhaled softly so that he didn’t disturb Bruce from his work and he laid himself back more fully and he worked on easing himself into a meditative state so that he could exorcise the negative emotions and feelings from his mind.

He didn’t know how long he’d been in such a state, he didn’t know how much time had passed and he didn’t remember right away what had happened or where he was, but he was aware of a ruckus just behind his head and a voice on the other side of the room issuing a hissed shushing noise, but it was too little too late as he blinked back into consciousness as a stream of memories and thoughts filtered through and he became aware of where he was, what had happened and why he was down in Bruce’s workshop.

He sat himself up and peered over one of his shoulders to see the five other Avengers team members standing in Bruce’s workshop looking chastened.

Bruce threw his hands up and stood up from where he’d been sat.

“You couldn’t have come in any quieter!” He berated them. “What did you think I was doing to him to warrant such a loud and chaotic entrance?”

“We didn’t think you were doing anything to him, but after what happened and then Clint said he ran off…”

“Oh, did Clint also tell you that he was the reason that I ‘ran off’?” Harry cut in, glaring at said blond.

“No, he left that part off.” Tony answered as he slid his gaze across to his teammate.

“I’m fine, I came down here with Bruce because I didn’t want to be alone and Clint was driving me insane with his questions and looks. Bruce understood what I wanted and what I needed and now I feel so much better. I needed peace and quiet, to be able to relax without fear of my every move being studied and cross-examined with my emotions. I am not a helpless infant who needs to be coddled and led around by the hand! I can look after myself and I was doing so long before any of you came along. Just leave me alone to sort myself out on my own, if I need help, I’ll ask for it.”

Steve looked at him closely, before he came and hugged him tight.

“I understand, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry I took that phone call and that you were put in danger yet again.”

“It’s alright Steve; none of us knew that a simple walk in the park over the road would end in such a way. It’s not your fault or anyone’s fault really. I’m okay, the baby is absolutely fine and you have someone to question so maybe we can finally figure out who wants me dead so much.”

“If anyone can get information from that bastard, it’s Fury and Coulson and they’re both working him over at the moment. We left that poor bastard in their capable hands.” Tony bobbed his head.

“They don’t usually do that themselves.” Harry said with a frown.

“This isn’t a usual circumstance.” Natasha told him. “Fury is livid that someone is targeting one of his Agents like this, he wants those responsible eliminated. Quickly.”

Harry nodded his understanding and stood from the examination bed, ignoring that Steve’s hands fluttered over his waist for a moment in the incredibly unlikely event that he slipped or fell.

“Thank you for letting me stay Bruce, and for not acting like I’m an incapable, idiot Omega who’s only purpose comes around with my heat periods.”

“You’re welcome Harry and no one here would ever think that of you.”

Harry sighed. “Sometimes I wonder.” Was all he said as he gave them a tight smile and then went up to his room.

He got his baby things out and the notebook he’d asked for from Tony with the list of everything he needed and he checked that he’d marked down everything he had so that he knew what he still needed. He wondered if he’d be able to get that nursery set sent to his new house…he’d never get it all moved and out of the Tower if it came here and it was brand new.

“Jarvis?” He called out softly.

“Yes Harry?” The AI answered promptly.

“Do babies really need a cot, a bassinet and a Moses basket? Or can I get by with just a cot? I can’t see how a baby needs all three, it’s not like I’ll be putting my baby down all over the place, though maybe I’d need something to put the baby in if I need to answer the phone or something so it might be handy if I had somewhere to place the baby outside of their nursery, but surely a cot and a carrycot is all I need.”

“A lot of parents can get by with just a cot and a carrycot, Harry.” The AI answered smoothly.

Harry nodded and scribbled out the Moses basket and the bassinet on his list and then looked it over it again, he nodded again.

“Okay, then I just need a mountain of clothes, even more nappies and I need a bottle and steriliser set. Do they come in a set?” He asked with a frown.

“Yes Harry, I have found several sets online that are labelled as complete starter sets that include a steriliser, spare bottle teats and pacifiers.”

“Paci-what?” Harry frowned before the light bulb went off. “Oh, dummies, of course. How much are the sets Jarvis? I want a natural one if I can, as close to natural as I can possibly get.”

“They range from a hundred and sixty-seven dollars to over two hundred dollars.” Jarvis informed him.

Harry was horrified. “They’re that much?!” He asked aghast.

He threw himself back against his pillows and groaned. He poked his protruding belly. “You are turning out to be very expensive.” He said as he prodded his belly some more. “I must have spent several hundred dollars on the stuff I already have…how much do prams cost Jarvis?”

“They have a very varied range according to what one wants.”

Harry sighed and rubbed his head. “When I was out shopping I fell in love with the Silver Cross complete pram and pushchair. The grey one.”

“The Silver Cross 3D complete pram and pushchair in metropolitan costs five hundred and forty-three dollars.”

Harry wailed exaggeratedly. “Oh this is definitely turning out more expensive than I thought! I had no idea how much all of this would cost me! It’ll end up being a year’s worth of wages before I’m done.”

Harry sat up again and checked his list.

“Jarvis, can you put in an order for me please?”

“Certainly, what did you need?”

“I want the cheapest bottle and steriliser set that’s still good quality and as natural as possible and I want that pram and pushchair combi, I feel better splurging on something I’m going to be using a lot and I want the baby to be comfortable when I take him or her for a walk. When can they be delivered?”

“They can be here as early as tomorrow, Harry.”

Harry grinned and thanked Jarvis before he rattled off his American bank account number for Jarvis to order for him.

“Thank you for your help, Jarvis!” Harry said happily after Jarvis confirmed that his orders had gone through.

“It was my pleasure, Harry.” The A.I. answered.

Harry put a diagonal line next to the pram and the steriliser set on his list to mark them as ordered, when they arrived he would put another diagonal line to make a cross to show that he had them.

“I’ve got those clothes coming from that online shop, I’ve got more of that disgusting scar paste coming and the pram and steriliser set. It’s going to be a busy day tomorrow, I better get some rest.”

Harry put his list on his bedside table and he lay down, very aware that it wasn’t night time yet. He hadn’t had his preheat week. It was late and he knew it was because his pregnancy was messing with his hormones, but after Clint had mated him it had taken only a month for him to slip into a preheat, now he’d gone five months without one, he was scared to do anything, just in case he did go onto a preheat. He had always been regular, perfectly on time, one week every three months. He wondered if it was his suppressant tablets that helped control his cycle, if they made his body stick to a strict schedule and now that he wasn’t taking those tablets for the health of his baby, his preheats were all over the place. He hated not knowing when his preheat was going to hit, he was a nervous wreck and as he curled up under his duvet, he wondered if tomorrow would be the day his preheat hit him.

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At six months pregnant there was not a lot that Harry could do. Or rather there wasn’t a lot the Avengers team would allow him to do.

The package from Saint Fiacre’s had come the day after his pram and steriliser set had arrived, three days after his attack in the park. Harry had spent three hours learning how to put up and fold down the pram and how to convert it into a pushchair, watched by the Avengers in equal parts intrigue and amusement, who he had come to realise were not going to leave him alone as he inched ever closer to seven months.

His belly was big, but still relatively small and manageable, not at all the cumbersome weight he had been expecting, but he was assured via another trip to the S.H.I.E.L.D med bay, escorted by Agent Phil Coulson, that his baby was absolutely fine and was a good weight, despite it not looking like it was.

His preheat had not hit him and the stress of that as well as his surging, build-up of hormones that were usually released with his preheat was making him an emotional wreck. He shouted, he screamed, he cried and then he threw things at people…large things.

He was having a rare quiet moment when Steve tentatively called everyone for lunch. The whole team were walking on egg shells around him, as a simple question or remark could mean they ended up being hit in the head with shoe or even a plate as Harry lashed out in pent up anger and frustration with the continued absence of his preheat whilst all the while his hormones were surging and building up and up within his body, throwing off every rational emotional response he had.

“He’s not staying here is he?” Tony asked when he swaggered into the kitchen. Harry hated his smarmy fucking face.

“Tony, stop it, now.” Steve ordered, shooting Harry a look that had anger surging through his blood and the muscle in his jaw popping out as he ground his teeth together.

“I never thought I’d be begging for any Omega to go onto a preheat, but here I am…he needs that damn preheat. He’s going to kill one of us.”

“Are you offering yourself up?” Harry hissed.

“See!” Tony said throwing an arm out to indicate Harry. “He’s always angry; he needs some serious stress release.”

Harry breathed and dug his hand into Thor’s thigh, the only one brave enough to still sit by him. It had to be some weird Asgardian thing, but Thor just looked at him, patted his back and then carried on eating. It’s why Harry liked Thor more than anyone else at the moment and had done for the last few days.

“I don’t mind releasing some pent up stress with you.” Harry said breathing like a wounded hippo.

“Well you’re definitely gorgeous enough.” Tony said appraisingly. “There’s no way you can get pregnant either, so how about after lunch I take you to bed and see if we can’t calm you down with some serious release.”

“Tony!” Steve hissed, shoving Tony so hard he stumbled.

Harry blinked and then he laughed as he realised what he had set himself up for. He shook his head.

“If it is carnal release that you need, I would be honoured to take you to my bed.” Thor nodded even as he continued to eat.

Harry chuckled and started eating his own lunch. “That’s okay. I just really, really need this preheat to just start already. The hormones are going to drive me insane…or to murder. Whichever one comes first. Since I became mature enough to have them at nineteen, they’ve been every three months on the dot, I knew exactly when they would happen and I could plan for it, this random, messed up schedule where I don’t know when it’ll happen is so frustrating I think my head is going to explode. I think because I was taking the suppressant tablets, my preheat was tamed and pulled to a strict schedule and now that I can’t take them, this is the first time since I first matured enough to have heat periods that I haven’t been on those tablets and I think my preheat is rebelling.”

“Hence the fact you need a good, hard fucking to release those hormones.” Tony told him.

Harry shook his head. “That’s never going to happen. My first sexual encounter was more than enough for a lifetime.”

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?!” Clint shouted, standing up angrily.

“You’re never going to be able to say it enough to make up for what you did!” Harry shouted right back, feeding off of Clint’s anger, which built up his raging hormones again.

“So I have to sit here and listen as my pregnant Omega is propositioned by every other Alpha in this room, accepting such attentions without even trying to stop them, and do absolutely nothing?!”

Harry’s eyes flashed white hot and his small hands clenched tight.

“I’m not your Omega, Clint and I never will be, so get those thoughts right out of your head. If I wanted to sleep with all of them and more, there’s nothing you could do to stop me. I told you before to stop trying to lay claim to me. I’m not your anything and I can see now that unless I do something to force you to realise that, you’re never going to leave me alone.”

Harry walked around the table, ignoring Clint’s white washed face.

“What are you going to do?” He asked weakly, his body shaking in either horror or distress.

“I’m going to call the enforcers…I’ve decided it’ll be best if I did call in the Omega Protection Act, you’re not going to stop laying claim to me, even though I’ve told you several times to stop it, so I’m going to force you to stop.”

“No, you can’t! Please don’t!” Clint begged, trying to grab a hold of Harry, but Bruce held him back and whispered in his ear.

Harry hurried down to his bedroom and barricaded himself inside. He sat on his bed, covered his ears with his hands and he cried freely. He didn’t know what he was saying or what he was doing anymore. Everything was messed up and Clint always ruined everything by saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing, why couldn’t he have just backed off and left him alone like they’d agreed weeks ago? They had been doing so much better, they’d actually been getting on, but ever since that incident in the park, it had all gone downhill again and after today, Harry didn’t know if there was any way of going back. If he didn’t enforce the Omega Protection Act now that he’d said he was going to, then Clint was going to think he could get away with anything and everything and that Harry was just bluffing when he threatened to call the enforcers, but if he did go through with his threat and enforced the Omega Protection Act, then he could never take that back, his baby would never know who their Father was, only that they were an Alpha who had raped and violated their Mother. He felt sick all the way down his throat and deep into his stomach, he was caught now between a rock and a hard place, he had let his anger dictate his words and he couldn’t take them back. He had to leave; he had to get the hell out of this Tower before it was too late.

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A/N: I know, I know. No need to tell me that I haven’t updated in some months. I’m working on levelling out my three WIP’s so that I can update them all in turn, so hopefully they’ll all be updated once a month in turn.

Anyway, I hope you lovelies enjoyed this chapter, Harry is now making his escape, he’s decided he has to get away, silly boy that he is, but he thinks it’s for the best, so he can’t be faulted for that, but it’ll get a little more interesting now in the next chapter,

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