Blind Truth

Chapter VII -Safe House-

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

{Talking on the phone/Floocall/through two-way-mirror}

{Text message}

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter VII

–Safe House–

Monday, 22 September 2013

HJP-L's POV

Harry accepted the phone call from Doctor Lecter.

{Sir.}

{When did you leave?}

Harry frowned confused at the question.

{Early morning.}

"You arrived here at 9.30." Abigail offered.

{Around a quarter to 9 maybe earlier, Sir.} Harry amended. {Why?} Harry could hear the older breath relieved, which made him tense. {Don't tell me that He really came?}

{Harry...}

{Dobby, Hedwig and Snuffles...?}

{Will live.}

Harry entered into overdrive. He felt Abigail steal the mobile phone from him.

{It's Abigail, Sir. Harry doesn't look so good. ... We have a security guard outside the room. ... Very well, I'll tell him} Abigail hung-up and walked away, opening the door. "Doctor Lecter just rang, there was an attack at his home. The threat on Young Lecter is real."

"I'll warn the entrance." Fishburne agreed.

The door closed again and then Abigail was besides Harry, taking hold of his wrists.

"Can you focus on me?"

"I-m-tryin'." He mumbled, unable to pronounce a single word.

Abigail obviously tried to think of something to help him.

"The books you read to me. What were they about?"

"Wha...?"

"Romance, thriller, adventure..."

"Ah... fairy-tales. Why?" He asked confused.

"What did they talk about?"

Harry frowned and did his best to recapitulate until finally he found himself under control.

"Did you just use fairy-tales as a way to calm me down?"

"You spent days reading them to me while I was in the coma, I gambled that you would remember them on automatic." Abigail agreed. "Do you have Will Graham's phone number?"

"It's under Professor Graham's name." Harry agreed.

Harry heard Abigail clicking on his mobile phone's touchscreen and then he heard the ringing sound of a call being made. That she offered him and Harry picked it on automatic.