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Fandom: Harry Potter
Claim: Harry Potter / Padma Patil
Challenge: Amigo Secreto
'10 Warnings: Without betear, and long enough . It took a world to make this fic, I hope you enjoy it.
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The seedy bars. Those places where the scourge of society was and went to hell a little while the bartender served alcohol servíay as if the world were to end. All were great at some point and fell into disgrace going to mourn their sentences. The socially recognized also never going to stop there, because nobody cares a damn.

Perhaps all were orphans of war. Even the greatest heroes fell from grace when everything was fine and did not need close. Harry Potter was a famous recent example: after the war, it became clear mushroom useday, had a pretty ugly fight that left him homeless. Made all possible spells that I could locate any known, and disappeared without a known destination.

At that moment, Padma Patil left his dental clinic muggle-life things had witnessed the mass murder in Ireland, and behind the Death Eaters still looking, "and dirigíaa his department, when an offender stole his wallet and ran. Obviously, she chased him through the dark alleys, shouting insults and calling for help, but the bastard got away. CHTMLp; iacute; has made before, was the person with more dignity than he had in the whole street. He sat on a floor, nodded to the bartender to serve him something strong, and leaned his elbows on the table.

looked around, and there was only misery. She felt very alone in this world could not contact his family or his friends, was in constant danger of being attacked and the world was falling apart. The only thing missing was a companion who did not feel so lonely and miserable as he felt at that time.

The door opened again, and a blast of air down her neck. Up; oacute; myth.

Certainly there was a danger to drown painfully so Padma coughed slightly to lift the head.

- Who the fuck are you? - Growled defiantly If you are a paparazzi photo taken andate fast and far away, put his head up and spent vomiting ; his hand over his face. Padma noticed that his hand was injured, his face was bituminized blood.

Seeing that the bartender was gone, and all the people who were in the room was too drunk to realize he drew his wand subtly of his pants, he tom & oacute; Harry's hand and whispered the magic words. The glasses that had been in his hand darted out and the wound closed in seconds. Potter stared at her ice cream, as if he had seen a ghost

- Are you a witch? - Padma nodded in silence - do you know who I am? - She nodded again, "Fine, I ú Finally I needed. Are you going to run out to tell the Prophet to the son of a bitch wonderful but Harry Potter is homeless, desolate, in a filthy, filthy muggle bar like this?

"Well shut up, deluded," he replied curtly Women & ndalow as assistant training in the field of Aurors for sleeping with half the squad.

"No ... do you? - Harry raised his hand to scratch his neck, but that was too much work for your body. He staggered slightly to one side, revealing a bruise on her shoulder and neck.

"Never mind," said Padma taking his arm to prevent him from falling.

- Shit - shouted Harry. Then he clenched his teeth, pain, and avoided physical contact with Padma "Try not to touch my wounds,"

"Worse see what girl you are, Potter," said coNo irony Padma. However, I felt a little sorry. He thought for a bit, took the rest of the drink left in your glass, and rose from his seat

- Where you going? - Asked Brown. Anyway, his apartment was not far from here, even could disappear around the roll avoided having to walk next to a drunk. Harry took the other arm and pulled him up by force, although he claimed for his half-empty bottle. She let him take the bottle but when you get out of the bar, his hand had a spasm of pain and that caused theLXC
Harry left a drowsy over his couch, and went into the kitchen to give him a glass of water. By the reflection of the window was set at his own appearance, his clothing was stained with blood and vomit, but he was not disgusted or unhappy.

Padma Patil had done a good deed by a person who had spoken hopefully throughout their lives. Perhaps it would have been better if it had been dedicated to charity rather than clog muggles spoiled children caries. (Not really, but she would have liked it to be true)

went into his room, and Potter had ca & iacutera opinion better left to herself.

When she got up, Harry was sitting on the couch. Her green eyes seemed lost in the void, but he got up and went to greet her in when he passed the doorway.

-Er, good morning, "said Harry awkwardly as he waved his hand.

"Good morning, Harry," Padma waved back, and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. "If you take a bath, the bathroom is down the hall to the left. Leave your clothes outside, so I washed it in the meantime because I have nothing to lend, "he announced whileAfter stirring in all the kitchen cabinets to find something edible.

"Okay ..." he answered in a very hoarse. Shuffled into the bathroom, and after leaving the pile of clothes out of the bathroom, began to shower. He took the vomit was dry throughout the body, was careful in what he could to wash your hair and, when finished, dried slowly. He still felt a nasty hangover last night, but I would buy some pain medicine from a pharmacy.

was very sure his friends were looking for, andGinny should be turning to Dean Thomas in the department who was in his name, but at that point everything looked like shit.

After drying the face, his mind finally remembered the name of the witch who helped him last night. Padma Patil. Ravenclaw, quite intelligent, was supposed to have disappeared after an attack in Ireland two years ago. But he was in his apartment, she was alive and kicking, and what mattered to him, unselfishly helped him last night. Can not remember, it was true, but he saw the palm of your hand and carefully set the new scarwas made last night.

In their analysis, Padma knocked on the door telling you that breakfast was ready and had left her clothes outside. Covering the waist down with the towel, opened the door slightly and put his clothes miraculously repaired and smelling slightly of mint.

When he went back to the living room, Padma breakfast was coffee and toast. In front of him was the same, hot coffee and buttered toast. He sat in silence, and gave him a bite of his toast when Padma asked

-Not to be nosy, but what am qu &; Eacute; s drunk.

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