Chapter Text
Chapter I
–Apéritif–
Friday, 13 September 2013
Harry’s POV
Harry looked up as a Caucasian man entered the waiting room.
“Hello Harry.” The man said.
Harry nodded his head back, returning to his drawings.
“Dr Lecter will attend you in a minute, Mr Franklyn.” The boy said and the man sat on the couch on the waiting room. Harry stood and went to knock on his Papa’s door, before returning to his chair and table.
As always not long later Hannibal Lecter opened the door, he nodded his head at Harry and then offered the entrance for the fat man with the beard. Harry shivered, he didn’t exactly know why, but he couldn’t support fat men and even less if they had beards.
“Take a seat, Franklyn, I’ll be right behind you.” Papa said and the man entered. Then he approached Harry and kneeled so he would be closer to Harry’s weight. “Everything all right in there?”
“I don’t like beards.” Harry shrugged before turning to his drawing.
Papa smiled and leaned down smelling Harry’s hair before standing.
“With what happened with your uncles it doesn’t surprise me. We should discuss this later, is that all right?”
Harry nodded and Papa re-entered his work room. Harry turned to his drawing where the knife he had used to put Uncle Vernon to sleep was… maybe he should add a little red colour?
Harry was in the middle of his third drawing, this one of his backyard at the 4 Privet Drive, when a black man in a suit entered. That was a new one.
“Good afternoon.” Harry said. “Dr Lecter is with a patient at the moment.”
The black man nodded with a smile.
“I’ll wait then.” The man said and sat on the couch.
Harry looked at the man in silence.
“I’m Harry, by the way.”
The man smiled.
“Jack. Are you here for a consult as well?”
Harry shook his head.
“I’m Dr Lecter’s secretary.” He argued before returning to his drawing. “Have you ever met Dr Lecter before?”
“I’m afraid I did not.” The black man, Jack, said.
“He is the one with the blue suit.” Harry pinpointed and then the door opened.
Jack stood.
“Dr Lecter.” The man said approaching Harry’s Papa.
“I hate to be rude, but it’s a private exit for my clients.” Papa stated before turning to Franklyn. “See you next week, Franklyn.”
The man nodded.
“Dr, Harry.” And Harry’s arms relaxed visibly when the man left the waiting room.
The black man took a thing from his jacket pocket and showed Papa.
“I’m Special Agent Jack Crawford, FBI. May I come in?”
Papa looked at the distinctive Jack was showing and then to the man.
“You may wait in the waiting room.” Papa said before turning to Harry. Harry grabbed his drawings at once and entered Papa’s office who closed the door behind him. “A little warning next time, Harry.” Papa said sternly.
“Sorry, he just said his name was Jack.”
Papa nodded and Harry saved his drawings on Papa’s desk before going to clean the paper handkerchiefs that Franklyn had used. When Harry was done, he looked at Papa who was looking at the knife drawing.
“You’re going better every day.” Papa stated before saving the drawings in the desk drawer.
Harry grinned and sat on the desk chair, starting to make it rotate. As he played with Papa’s chair, the man went to let Jack in.
“Please, come in.” Papa said and Harry stopped his chair to look at the man waving before continuing with the rotating of the chair. “May I ask in what can I help you?”
“You can ask, but I will have to ask you a few questions first.” Jack answered before he looked at Harry. “Maybe it would be better if we were alone?”
“My son has heard it all and seen it all.” Papa answered.
Jack turned to Harry amused.
“Hadn’t you said you were the secretary?”
Harry stopped the chair and grinned.
“I warn Dr Lecter when a new patient arrives.” He argued.
“The previous one was predisposed to romantic whims. Followed her heart to the United Kingdom. Sad to see her go, but it was also when I met Harry.” Papa answered and started to walk with Jack around the room.
Harry watched as Jack and Papa talked about Papa’s drawings and about his school.
“What is a psychological profile?” Harry asked as Papa sat him on Harry’s car seat, putting the belt around Harry.
“It is a test I do to see how a person is.”
Harry hummed and Papa went to sit behind the wheel, driving behind Jack’s car.
“Should I had asked for profession?” Harry asked.
Papa smiled at Harry.
“Maybe just the title is enough, Harry.”
Harry nodded, smiling back. The two cars arrived a huge building and the three entered the place.
“Where are we?”
“FBI Academy.” Jack answered. “This way if you please.”
“Are we going under arrest?” Harry asked, making Jack laugh.
“No, unless you did something wrong.” Harry shook his head at once, grabbing his Papa’s hand. “Dr Lecter, maybe young Harry should stay away from the office?”
Papa looked at Harry and then towards Jack.
“Do you have a chair outside your office where he can stay? Harry is not used to staying away from me for longs distances.”
–LF–
Harry looked up as the office door opened with strength and saw a man with rectangular glasses leaving the office as if angrily. The man stopped as if surprised at seeing Harry there and then he walked away. Harry looked at the man as he walked down the hall and at the end the man looked back before he disappeared from view.
–LF–
Sunday, 15 September 2013
Harry sat on the kitchen and watched on as Papa prepared dinner.
“Lungs?” he couldn’t help but ask.
Papa smiled.
“Trust me. You’ll love it.” Papa argued, making Harry smile.
“I always do.” Harry said happily. “Papa?”
“Yes, Harry.”
“The man with glasses that left Agent’s office where you were in.”
“Will Graham.” Papa said.
Harry nodded.
“Was that the man that Jack wanted you to psyco analyse?”
“Indeed.”
“He is different.” Harry stated before standing and running to the dining room, going to set the table.
Papa smiled as he put the lungs in the frying pan.
“Indeed, he is.” The man commented to himself.
“Papa?” Papa hummed. “Are you going to collect him as well?” Harry asked, putting his head inside the kitchen.
Papa smiled amused and no answer was needed.
–LF–
Monday, 16 September 2013
Harry looked as Papa helped him out of the car.
“Why are we here?”
“Will is staying in this motel for the night. We’re going to join him for breakfast.” Papa answered.
Harry smiled and they climbed the stairs to the first-floor rooms and Papa went to one of the doors, knocking on it. Harry looked as the man opened the door in nothing but his boxers and t-shirt. The room was completely dark.
“Good morning, Will. May we come in?” Will seemed barely awake as he asked about Crawford. Harry tilted his head to the side and up, looking at the man. His ears ended in nib, like an elf. “Depose in court.” Papa answered Will’s question. “The adventure will be yours and my today.” Harry’s eyes grew. Adventure? “May we come in?” Papa added.
Will looked down at Harry, who had Papa’s lunch box in his arms and then walked back ways to let them in. Harry smiled and approached the table inside, leaning the lunch box in there. His arms were starting to get heavy.
“What is that?” Will asked.
“Breakfast. Papa made it himself.” Harry answered and Papa approached taking the tupperwares from inside the lunch box, opening the lid of one of them and giving it to Harry. “Thank you, Papa.” The boy said before he sat on the table, facing the window, starting to eat.
Papa and Will sat one on each side of Harry and Papa opened another tupperware for Will before opening one for himself. Harry looked up as Will put the first fork with food in his mouth. Will moaned at the taste, making Harry grin to his own food as Papa served Harry a cup of hot milk.
“It’s delicious, thank you.”
“You welcome.” Papa answered.
Harry ate his food in silence as the two adults spoke of birds nests, gifts and how Jack and Papa saw Will. Finally, Will looked sideways towards Harry, as if remembering he had another person in the room.
“And whom are you?”
“Harry Lecter.” Harry answered with a smile.
Will turned to Papa.
“Harry has the ability to close off when we are talking about subjects he is not supposed to hear. An ability he won because of necessity.” Papa explained, before turning to Harry. “Harry, what did we talk about?”
“About bird nest… a shrank, I think. Presents and how you and Jack see Will.” Harry answered.
“Any details?” Papa asked and Harry shook his head.
Harry turned towards Will.
“I like your laughter.” He added with a huge smile, before he sipped from his milk.
When they finished eating, Will drove with them to a construction site where Papa and Will entered and took several boxes – that Harry and a woman helped – to the car’s boot. Now they were in a house of one Garret Jacob Hobbs as Will left the car. Papa turned to Harry in the backseat.
“Stay in there.”
Harry nodded and Papa followed Will. Harry huffed. This was not fun! Harry’s eyes grew as suddenly the front door opened and a man forced a woman out the house, her neck bleeding. Harry tilted his head to the side at seeing all that red while Will tried to keep his hands in her neck… then, just like Aunt Petunia had done, she fell asleep. Will took his gun and entered the house, Papa following him calmly. Harry took his belt out and went to the front seat, grabbing his Papa’s phone and called 911.
{911, what’s your emergency?}
{I’m with Agent Will Graham from FBI and my Papa at Duluth, Minnesota. A woman just left a house and her neck is bleeding, I think she fell asleep. Agent Graham entered the house with his gun and…} Harry looked up. {I just heard shots, ma’am.}
{What is your name?}
{Harry.}
{Now Harry, I want you to listen to me very careful. Are you inside the house?}
{No. I’m in Papa’s car. Papa told me not to leave before he followed Agent Graham.}
{Harry, can you tell me an address?}
{No.}
{The doors number?}
{I just made 6-year-old; I can’t read yet. But the man of the house is Garret Jacob Hobbs.}
Harry stayed on the phone as the woman sent an ambulance and a police car to the scene. Only when the police officers arrived did Harry close the phone call. The police officers entered the house and not long later, Will left the house covered in blood approaching the car and leaning against it. Harry got out of the car as Papa left the house walking alongside a hospital gurney. Harry peeked at who was in it, only to see a teenager with bandages around her neck, Papa’s sleeves were also covered in blood. The men put the teenager inside the ambulance and Papa entered after her. Harry approached Will and grabbed his red hand.
Will looked down at the boy and then again to the ambulance.
“Will?” The man hummed. “You should clean your glasses; it is really hard to take red ink from glass when it dries.”
Will looked down at Harry, surprised.
–LF–
Harry walked inside the hospital room with Will where the teenager was, Papa grabbing her hand as he slept sitting on a chair. Will approached one of the chairs and sat. Harry, pulling from a chair and sitting as well, looked at the girl as a machine was inside her mouth. The boy tilted his head to the side, wondering why she had it. How could she breath with that in there?
(TBC)
