👊 {from Lev at nicotineandnotes)
Send 👊 for your muse to find mine brutally beaten and left to die.
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@nicotineandnotes
In hindsight, had Harry thought over his options before he wouldn’t have gone after the gang of thugs by himself but, being the idiot he was, he had done. He hated London.
And now he was here, sprawled out in a dark, cold, wet, and oddly smelling alley beaten half to death. Well…more like beaten over half to death. He registered slowly in just sluggish mind, through all the pain, that if he stayed here longer he would eventually bleed out from that nagging stab wound in his lower back.
Harry winced when he heard footsteps and someone crouched down beside him.










