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Harry was still being pulled along by his godfather, his footsteps echoing across the mud that caked his jeans near his ankles as he continuously ran through the muddy ground as they ran beaten down on them harshly. "How...much...longer?" Harry breathed out, chest heaving as they had already been running for the past 8 hours and Harry was starting to feel like he was about to collapse any second.
He has always been a runner, having a Blutbad and Inugami uncle meant he always ran with them as part of their pack, but even he had his limits, especially in woodland surroundings. Harry was tired, confused, and scared. "Sirius?" Harry whispered questionably as his uncle suddenly pulled him toward a tree and they hid behind it. Forcing his breathing to calm as his enhanced hearing told Harry the footsteps were getting close, he felt his godfather's grip on his jacket tighten and his face twist in displeasure.
"Come," Sirius said softly as he took Harry's hand and started running in another direction.
Harry just wanted to cry from how sore his body was. His eleven-year-old body was ready for a nice warm bath and shower, get out of the freezing cold he was in and into a nicely warmed place. They had been living in various places for the last two weeks, some of the places barely had a bed or heating. Which meant Harry, more often than not, was sleeping on a stiff make-shift bed while cold. He tried not to complain, knowing how paranoid his godfather was since they left their uncle back in England with men that had a weird type of symbols on their hands before they woged and turned into Hundjäger and attacked them.
His Blutbad uncle had already killed three of the ten men while Harry and Sirius escaped, and since then they've been on the moving. Sirius said he would be safe soon, Harry didn't know what that meant. All he knew was that before they left, one day everything was normal, the next he looked at his uncles and they startingly said Grimm toward him before looking at each other in panic.
Which had led them to where they are now, somewhere in America in the pouring rain running toward civilization from the forest where they were still being hunted by the Hundjäger and all Harry wanted to do was sleep for a week. Harry stumbled forward with his godfather as their feet finally his pavement and they broke into a sprint across the street and toward one of the alleyways around the city they were in. Eyeing his godfather and the wound to his side, Harry pushed a little bit of his magic from his core through his fingers and toward Sirius and his wound.
"Stop," his godfather growled out with a small warning, his face shifted into his woge form. The ghost-dog-like appearance always threw him off, but having known his godfather and uncle's other half and what it looked like, the shift rarely startled him anymore.
"You're hurt though," Harry argued through panting breath as they twisted further down the streets.
"Save your strength," Sirius ordered as they paused at the edge of the entrance of their valley. "Now, listen, how far are they?"
Harry tried to focus, but exhaustion and the heavy rain made it nearly impossible for him to fully concentrate right now. A tear escaped his eye in frustration and mixed with the pouring rain. "I don't know," Harry brokenly said as another tear left.
He wiped it away in frustration as his godfather turned to him and his face softened. "Hey, I know you're tired and probably really confused," Sirius started as he kneeled in front of Harry, "Harry, you will never know how important you really are. And I wish you never to know how special you are, not just to me and your uncle, but to many people. There are those that are always going to be after you. But I need you to promise me something."
"What?" Harry asked slightly scared, Sirius was never serious. He was the goofball godfather that was always being told off by his uncle. Who played planks all the time and while scold Harry for getting out of his magic lessons, always ended up helping and spending time with him afterward.
Sirius cupped Harry's cheeks, caressing them lightly, "I made a promise to your mother and father years ago, before you were born, that I would always watch out from you. They hoped your other half would never show up, that it would continue to remain hidden and never showing yourself. Harry, promise me, you will never tell others what you are. Magier is rare as it is, your father I only meet due to a chance meeting when we were young where he gained my utmost loyalty since. Promise, never speak about what you are, who you are, and for the love of God, wear your sunglasses always. Eyes are the windows to the soul, Harry, and you need to be hidden. If that's not possible, don't look people in the face. Promise me," Sirius demanded as he shook Harry's shoulders lightly.
"I promise," Harry stuttered out, now fully scared about what was happening as tears escaped his eyes.
Sirius pulled Harry into a tight hug that nearly choked him because of how tight and unexpected it was. "I love you, never think otherwise, Prongslet," Sirius vowed as he pulled them apart.
A vicious growl pierced the air, making Sirius tighten his grip on Harry, his face changing back to that of the ghost dog and he pulled his samurai sword out from its hidden sheath along his back. Sirius pulled Harry behind him as two Hundjäger emerged from where they once came from. Three came from the other entrance, the one they were about to leave to enter a street, and four were above them on the buildings, two on each side of the alleyway.
"Sirius?" Harry's throat felt constricted as fear settled in his heart.
Sirius didn't say anything except tighten his grip on his sword and got into his ready stance. From previous knowledge of his uncle's moves, Harry twisted with his godfather as he killed two of the attacking Wesen before hands pulled him away and toward the street. "Let go of me!" Harry screamed as Sirius killed another Hyena looking dog Wesen.
Harry hear Sirius growl as he rushed toward the two that had grabbed Harry's arms and lifted him into the air, unable to twist and free himself as they pulled him toward a black van parked along the side of the street closest to the alleyway. Hearing a pained yelp, Harry was able to twist himself and spotted his uncle on the ground, holding onto his wounded side as four Hundjäger kicked into his sides.
"Sirius!" Harry shouted with panic as he saw his uncle losing strength.
Harry was listening to his godfather's heart as it started to slow from its fast pace. Slower. And Slower.
Then it stopped.
And all hell was released as Harry screamed. His heart beating furiously as pain echoed through his entire body as he desperately tried to listen to his godfather's heart. It was like a gold shower permeated through the place, his magic escaping his body. All Hundjäger flying backward and landing with sickening crunches, all bones in their body broken as Harry stumbled toward his godfather, praying that if he got close to him he could hear it.
That his ears were deceiving him. His uncle was still alive.
A sob tore through Harry's throat as he clutched his uncle's warm body.
His chest wasn't moving.
He was dead. Harry's godfather was dead.
Harry sat there, at his godfather's side, for an undetermined amount of time as police sirens reached his ears. He heard two people behind him, but he didn't turn.
He was just so tired.
The world tilted sideways as Harry finally collapsed.