This is the better of the two doodles,

and the rp to it is as follows...
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Harry: A small window lay lit within a single house along a darkened street. And every now and again a shadow would pass by disrupting the small bit of light that bled through into the dark of the night outside. The rest of the street laid clad in darkness, a cold rain pelting down on everything that was typical of English weather at this time of year. Days remained cold and gray and nights were much of the same.

A small owl sat perched on a branch just outside the window relishing in the small bit of heat that radiated from it contrasting against the cold night causing steam. It hooted and ruffled its feathers in an annoyed fashion when drops of water would fall on it every now and again slipping through the canopy above it, comprised of the tree's branches and what leaves remained on it. A shadow walked by the window again catching the owl's attention once more before it flew off into the night on the hunt for something to eat. And the shadow, well once again it moved, only this time to blocking the light of the window as
the owner of it gazed out into the night.

Harry's worried gaze searched the misting heavens for any sign of Hedwig or another owl that might be delivering news to him. The Daily Prophet. A note from the Order. Something. Anything! "Come on Hedwig," he hissed under his breath placing his hands on the window frame leaning in closer to get a better look outside. But his breath merely caused the window to fog up making it harder to see.

Angrily Harry moved away from the window and sat down on the edge of his bed irritated crossing his arms across his chest. It had been a few days since he'd gotten any news and he was growing stir crazy. He found himself locked here. It was clear that his plans of leaving and seeking out the horcruxes had been leaked and the Order was slowing him down. Keeping him locked up here. And much to his surprise the Dursleys were cooperating with the Order for the first time and making it damn near impossible for him to get out. The dire warnings in the Daily Prophet weren't ignored. Harry knew the danger. He had to go. He had to be stopped.

When his window lit up with a flash of lightning Harry winced and looked away to the floor for a moment finally making up his mind that tonight he was leaving. Tonight he'd use the cover of the storm to make his escape. Stupid yes. He gathered a few important things in backpack and changed into something warmer. He grabbed his cloak and slipped it on, tying it tight around him. And then he pulled the hood up and over his head and face. His wand found its place shoved in the back pocket of his jeans. He wrapped a sock around his hand and hoisted himself easily up onto his desk to squat down by his window. And he waited.

"One one thousand….two one thousand-" The window lit up with a flash and Harry waited for that rumble of thunder to follow immediately after. A dark smiled crossed his features as he repeated the same thing several more times to make sure that he wasn't going to screw it up.

"-two one thousand…" And with a swift movement he slammed his fist against his bedroom window smashing it; the thunder drowning out the sound. Harry waited with baited breath but when nobody came a few moments later he used a few of the following claps of thunder to make a bigger hole. Hoisting himself through the window onto a branch situated just outside Harry sat there straddling it glancing around him. Rain was pouring down on him and already he could feel his cloak soaking it up but he didn't care. He shimmied down the tree as quick as he could not sure how long he would have until someone realized he'd broken out.

His feet splashed through puddles as Harry ran down Privet Drive cutting down an alley and popping out onto another side street. He didn't waste any time crossing the street making his way towards an area where he could conjure the knight bus. Large bolts of lightning ran through the night sky over his head but Harry didn't care as he ran down the street only pausing to grab some air for his exhausted lungs. His gaze moved along the park, his glasses fogging with the rain and he had to pull them off to clean them off to see. Slipping them back on, he saw two figures appear from out of nowhere.

He moved along the edge of the park slowly keeping his head down as he pulled out his wand and flagged down the knight bus. Emergency transport. Quick transport was more like it. The odd sound of the knight bus resounded off in the distance and it was seconds later that it came to a screeching halt before him. Harry hurriedly stepped inside and paid his fare.

"Where to?" came the gruff voice of the driver.

"Leaky cauldron," he replied taking a seat on the edge of a bed anxiously. With a backfire of red smoke the knight bus tore off on its way to its first stop.

Dekari: (Alright, I think I'll try again. Mind you this post will be short because I hate using too much filler, so I hope you can forgive me for that. Though, if you think this post unworthy or have reconsidered due to some reason of the many I can think of, just let me know.)

The Knight Bus took off in a blur of colors, and what would usually be a mass of several bodies jerking backwards into the back door, was replaced by only one passenger as Harry got on. Her eyes were a piercing blue, her hair long and black curtaining a pointed face of a sand complexion, the strands rooted behind her ears pulled forward to cascade down her chest into 4 silver bands. A black cloak was draped around her shoulders, blanketing the area around the bed she sat on, and covering up all but the black shoes and the tattered navy cloth of her pants.

Her expression was of mild interest watching Harry sitting on the bed and announcing his destination, and a wave of recognition swept over her. Without much of a thought her throat tightened and quivered as she spoke, a honey voice leading the words rolling off her tongue with a natural authority, “Hello Harry.”

Of course everyone knew Harry Potter, the famous “Boy Who Lived” who only two years ago was called publicly in the Daily Prophet as a liar and an attention-seeking loon. Of course Dekari knew otherwise, especially upon joining him in school for his fifth year, though they had never spoken or met until this moment. Her name of course, was mentioned during the sorting, but there was a grave doubt as to whether he’d actually remember that one instance amongst the many other names called. In any case, it didn’t matter. This could easily make up for the lost time.

Harry: Harry’s hand gripped the edge of the bed he had taken his place on as the bus suddenly jerked to life and sped down the road. Avoiding the piercing gaze of its driver, Harry sat back against the bed’s head board, placing his bag between his legs and closed his eyes for a few seconds gathering his wits about him. Yes he’d just smashed a window and ran away like a prisoner escaping his prisoner. But he’d been forced to do it.

Eyes opening again, his gaze moved along the various other beds finding lumps hidden below white sheets. The chandelier rattled above him casting odd shadows around him as he looked down to his hands for a few moments letting a heavy sigh escape his thin body.

”Hello Harry.”

He looked up towards the voice to find a young woman sitting in his company. She had a familiarity about her but it went as far as perhaps a passing glance in the school corridor or what not. But nothing more. No name came to mind. No house.

“Hello,” he said watching her with a reserved gaze upon his face. “Do I know you?”

Dekari: Blue eyes became alight with the acknowledgement of her own presence, the common disgust she held for everyone around her slipping away momentarily as once more her lips were manipulated to form words in a genial fashion, “Dekari Methantis, formerly of Slytherin House. I was named as one of the foreign students to arrive amongst 13 others to your school two years ago, though it wasn’t entirely a public occasion.”

An air of overconfidence and great pride hovered around her despite the light pleasant tone she carried, her expressions were dead and empty like a dolls, not all that fitting for an elegant young face. Despite, she still managed a curiosity as her eyes examined his face and position on the bed, taking in as much information on his outlook as was possible and arriving at the conclusion that he was running away. To get an insight on this, to understand better what was in his head, she could only do one thing. Ask more questions.

“What may I ask, are you going to the Leaky Cauldron for?”

(Gah I suck. *sighs and concludes to stop harping on herself*)

Harry: “Dekari Methantis, formerly of Slytherin House. I was named as one of the foreign students to arrive amongst 13 others to your school two years ago, though it wasn’t entirely a public occasion.”

Recognition crossed Harry’s face for a moment at her explanation. Two years ago would have made it the start of their fourth year and the TriWizard Tournament. There were many new faces that year and they had all been overwhelmed at the possibilities of fame and glory. All except Harry. “Oh right,” he said giving her a weak smile. It was a common occurrence these days if one were to take notice. But how that would be possible with him locked up…

“Well it’s nice to meet you.” His voice remained low as he tried to keep their conversation between the two. He was more than aware of the repeated glances he was getting from the driver at the head of the bus and Harry was growing annoyed. Though judging by the blurred signs that he caught brief glimpses of, they were growing closer to downtown London.

“What may I ask, are you going to the Leaky Cauldron for?”

Harry hesitated in his answer to her. She could have been planted there. His stomach was already ill with nerves over what he had done and the fear that at any moment the Order was going to come swooping down on him and stopping it. Stop him.

“Just …because.” He broke her eye contact for a moment and sighed. “I need to do a little shopping.”

(I must run for now. My apologies. Though I would like to continue if you would.)

Dekari: Sharp blue dulled to a navy color, her eyelids sliding down and narrowing in suspicion, Harry was giving her every sign of a runaway, from his slow unsure answer, to the drop of his gaze. The real interesting bit, which would have made any other person laugh, was his final statement. "I need to do a little shopping".

"Shopping... at this hour? During a storm?" Her eyes bore into him, her voice calm but drowning in skepticism as she continued with her verbal barrage, "I certianly hope you aren't going all alone. It's dangerous these days, I'm sure you are aware of that."

Harry: So his excuse for shopping wasn’t the greatest. And it was clear that the other could see right through his lie. However Harry didn’t feel like going through all of this with a stranger. He felt as though she were distracting him. Biding her time. Slowing him down. Despite the fact that the knight bus was going as it always was and neither had any effect on its speed. Or accuracy of driving for that matter.

“There’s a midnight special?” he offered up raising his eyebrows hoping to ease the tension and move the subject along to something a little less invasive than that.

“I’m on my own for this trip,” he said sternly. “And I’m not worried.” He gave her a polite smile, his gaze moving to the scenery outside the window quickly and then returning back to her. “Though you’re out on your own as well. Where are you going?”

Dekari: Dekari was keen to note his sudden change in subject, bringing the attention to herself rather than stay on him, and for the first time she mirrored his movements and looked out the wet streaked windows of the bus. More lights blurred between the foreground and pitch black background beyond the windows; blues, oranges, and pale yellows all zipping past with the greatest of ease. She watched them carelessly, letting her head tilt and rest lightly on her shoulder closest to the window, the silky black tresses obscuring her vision further as they slip like water down her cheeks and hang limply downward, only to be abruptly halted and pooling around her wrists and sides.

The honey voice became incredibly placid and hollow, inabling any identification of a falsehood or truth when she spoke, answering with a very simply, "Hunting."

At this time the driver was listening more intently, as Harry's voice was low, Dekari refused to use any action of sound that may be confused with intimacy, it was this reason only that the driver may be able to understand or get any part of their conversation, and with Dekari's previous answer he had announced to himself (but rather loudly) "Hah!"

The young Methantis kept her head propped lazily on her shoulder, made no effort to move all but her arm to hold her body up as it leaned gracefully into the sheets. Her peircing eyes however, were not so stationary, darting menacingly down the diagonal line past the beds, the sleeping passengers, into the small seat in front of a large wheel where the Driver's body sat.

If looks could kill this poor man would be slumped over the wheel, blood pouring from his eyes, mouth lolled open for the saliva to drip from and pool in his lap; the bus would be unstable and possibly crash into buildings, run into the poor unsuspecting muggles unaware of such a creation, and all the unfortunate souls traveling on this bus would be lifeless in seconds. Fortunatly for the old man, this girl was not as devastating as that, nor as hostile to a fool as many would like to think.

"Something I say amuse you?"

The driver's eyes peered over his shoulder momentarilly, staring at Harry a moment then looking at Dekari, fear shining in his gaze before disappearing with the simple turn of his head.

"Rotten no good family the bunch of you..." he mumbled incoherently.

Once again Harry's newest 'friend' narrowed her eyes in response, but just as soon had averted her gaze once more to the window.

Harry: Harry’s tired gaze was starting to wander again. Not from the usual causes of such things during a conversation such as boredom or lack of interest. More paranoia. Paranoia that the bus was slowing down. The blurs of light that had been flying past them only moments ago seemed, now, to be lingering in each of the bus’ window panes a little longer than he thought they should. And it was making him uneasy.

And what exactly was meant by hunter? Harry furrowed his brow looking down thoughtfully for a brief moment before he looked up again and over his shoulder at the driver who was to his horror looking at them. He wasn’t sure who he was looking at or listening to, but at this point he didn’t care.

"Rotten no good family the bunch of you..." he mumbled incoherently.

Harry looked up surprised again at the comment. Granted he was used to hearing comments like this at school but outside of it? “Excuse me?” he questioned looking back to the driver who had gone back to facing forward. Harry glanced back to Dekari who was now looking out her window.

Or perhaps the driver wasn’t even talking to him at all…

Dekari: Their destination was fast approaching, and the verbal conflict between Dekari and the driver only seemed to speed things along. As the saying goes time flies when you're having fun. Though Harry didn't seem to think so. Dekari made sure to peel her eyes from the window and station her gaze on Harry every few seconds, finding him more frantic than need be.

Though watching him leisurely, looking calm and collected, her voice rose sharp and cold to the driver still casting a glance back at them and glaring in such instances at Harry for no real reason.

"You're being extremely rude now, and I won't take much more of it. When you have something to say to someone, then say it straight to their face."

The driver's pale eyes had been placed on Harry for a moment or so, but quickly pulled over to Dekari, now able to see her lips moving. Any distinction between a male and female voice he couldn't distinguish first off, but now he was definately aware of who his own reference was to.

"What'r ya gunna do!? Sick you're lousy no good Death Eater parents on me!" He barely had enough time to avoid a large truck coming for them when he turned back from his heated proclamation of what he believed was Dekari's entire family.

Instantly a sharp intake of breath was drawn, Dekari trying less desperate than usual to catch her anger and push the red hot sensation rising in her chest back down into the pit of her stomach. She could feel many of the bodies lurch awake, and many more eyes on her from those who pretended they were sleeping. The air within the bus had grown quick tense as fear rose in many of the individuals resting under sheets.

(odd break off point,but I would think harry to react before she'd have an opportunity to correct anyone)

Harry: Nice post!)

"What'r ya gunna do!? Sick you're lousy no good Death Eater parents on me!"

Heads popped up from pillows looking as if they were suddenly jerked away by a ringing alarm beside their heads. Their eyes blinked widely in fear glancing around to the driver and then to Harry. And then finally to young woman beside him. Heads popped down from the second level and all around them whispers were beginning to circulate repeating what the driver had said. As if Harry hadn’t heard it loud and clear the first time.

Eyes gone wide with something to a cross between shock and anger, Harry rose from his seat at an unusually quick speed. Wand drawn from out of nowhere he had it pointed at her and then began pointing it at others on the bus as well as the driver who wasn’t hiding the smirk upon his rutted face. Harry looked back to her keeping it at the ready.

And with narrowed eyes he spoke quite calmly. “Stop the bus,” he ordered. “Stop it now.” The driver looked at Harry through his rearview mirror. “I said stop the bus.”

All around him now witches and wizards were collecting down to the first level. Whispers had grown into full-blown voices all of which seemed in a panic. All eyes focusing on Harry and then all eyes shifting in synchronized movements to the scar upon his head. Feeling it he looked away back to Dekari.

“Explain yourself,” he demanded. “Now!”

Dekari: (Woot! Drama! Thank you for the compliment. ^_^ *waves to everyone else*)

Dekari had straightened out, the length at which the body was stretched when leaning on the bed to stare warily out the window retracted to its first position; sitting with her back straight, neck high, face even, and hands promtly stationed on either side of her, Dekari stared past the wand without fear into those big green eyes. Shock and anger were entangled within his face, a dangerous tone carrying in his voice.

The Driver despite the several demands that Harry had issued him, did not stop the bus, but instead kept his eyes ever forward and watching out the window as though having received the actions he wanted. They were close to the Leaky Cauldron now, only a minute or so more.

Suddenly, all the whispers stopped, and all eyes froze on her, their bodies trying desperately to sink into the beds. When all else was calm, Dekari finally spoke, her voice loud, authoritive but honest, taking extra care to make sure everone heard her despite speaking only to the driver.

"Any relation to such people is your mistake, and yours alone. To be the daughter of such creatures and thought the same as them is ignorance on the concience of every fool by simple fear."

Slowly, cautiously and yet still fearless Dekari's feet pressed firmly against the floor of the bus, her fingers grazing against the white sheets as she pushed herself proudly to stand. Harry's wand now pressed against the center of her chest, a slight pain streaked from it but faded in less than a second. She was staring at him, watching those intense and angry eyes, her expression still placid but sharp blue hues on fire.

Retaining the calm inside voice she had used to say hello and question him earlier, her pale rose lips began to move again, "Are you afraid of me Harry?"

Harry: Any relation to such people is your mistake, and yours alone. To be the daughter of such creatures and thought the same as them is ignorance on the concience of every fool by simple fear."

Harry’s gaze traveled around the knight bus as the whispers continued. But for once the gaze that was always focused on his scar was gone and it was on the other now who was speaking in such a way that Harry had to question a few things about the driver’s announcement. Harry turned slightly and glanced over his shoulder at the driver who was pretending to focus on the roads and his driving. But Harry knew better. He could just barely see the self-righteous smirk on his face for what he had done.

"Are you afraid of me Harry?"

His gaze moved back around to face her as she spoke. “Of you?” he asked almost surprised. “No I’m not afraid of you.” He grabbed his bag and began walking up the bus’ narrow aisle towards the driver.

“I asked you to stop,” he hissed aloud angrily. “And you’ve ignored my request. I’ve been polite. I’ve been patient. Yet you’ve blatantly disregarded the request of a passenger.” With a dark glance his way, Harry reached up and pulled the emergency break on the bus.

“Now you have no choice.”

Dekari:Her eyes flickered with a light stasifaction as Harry denounced his fear of her. She gave a light glance back to the people accumulated at the back of the bus, but focused in immediatly on Harry as he moved to the front of the bus. He began to badger the driver and a sick twist pulled at the walls of her stomach that something was wrong with this man...

Her eyes darted to Harry's hand that reached for the emergency brake, her body elegantly falling backwards into the bed completely as the words, "You'd better hold on to something," slipped out of her mouth. Her eyelids slipped over the pool of blue hues and put everything to Dekari in darkness, her body on the bed lurching forward as Harry finally pulled the brake. All the beds rushed forward, all the people near the stairwell to the second level thrown forward, flung ontop of other passengers hiding in their bedsheets, and against one another like bowling pins following a strike.

Smoothely she pushed herself from the bed, the material of her cloak peeling from that of the blankets as she stood graceful and proud, then continued on through the isles of bodies and beds next to Harry. Her eyes pierced the silent darkness that loom ahead, spotting several figures stationed right in front of the bus, immediatly her cold stare was upon the Driver, though her head as before had not moved.

"Polyjuice potion works wonders doesn't it?"
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and that is what we have so far.