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The first thing he knew when he came to was that this was not how you were supposed to feel. His body couldn't decide whether to feel hot or cold, every limb ached and all he wanted to do was lay in bed and wait for impending death. Drawing his sheets over his head to shut out the morning sun that was seeping through the bedroom window he slowly drifted back to a fitful sleep.
Harry had no idea how much time had passed but he woke to the sound of his owl Mr. Pickle tapping on the closed window. Harry just grumbled at the noise and after a good bit of contemplating he got up and let the owl in. The owl flew in and landed on his arm. Harry still felt horrible but it wasn't his pets fault so he petted his owl to so make up for ignoring him so long. “What is it, Mr Pickle?”
The owl held out his leg to show him he had mail. Clumsily he took the letter and opened it. It was from Merlin asking him where the hell he was. Confused, Harry looked at the clock. It was just after one in the afternoon. Thank, Salazar he hadn't sent a howler. With a groan he let himself fall back on his bed making the surprised owl wildly flap his wings before he landed on the bed next to Harry. He reached for his ink and feather and scribbled a quick note under Merlin's message that he won't come into work today. Binding the letter back to Mr. Pickles leg, he patted him one last time before he flew out of the window again.
The sheets on his bed were soft and they were just screaming at him to get back to rest. It took every fibre of him not to fall back asleep but he was up now so he guessed it was best to just go see a doctor. On the one hand to clear if it was a common flue and get some potion against it. On the other hand it was always good to have some official paper to explain why he didn't come into work today.
He half heartedly put on his suit and robe, trying to keep up appearances. He was an auror after all.
Dragging himself to his fireplace he took a bit of floo powder and threw it in the fireplace. He mumbled the address and waited for the flames to turn green. When they did he stepped in to let them swallow him up.
*
Eggsy was just minding his own business playing video games while his little sister was asleep in the next room and his mother was out for her day job. His shift at the buffet wouldn't start until tonight so he had a bit of time to kill. When out of nowhere there was an eardrum shattering crash followed by an immense amount of dust in the air.
“Bloody hell!”, Eggsy exclaimed. Startled, he shot up from his spot on the couch and threw his controller god-knows-where. When the dust settled around him he looked around for what the hell had caused this chaos. The only possible answer he could find was a body.
He stared at a middle aged man wearing some sort of cape who apparently came down the freaking chimney and was now laying on his living room carpet covered in dirt.
Eggsy had no idea how all this noise hadn't woken up Daisy yet. Scanning the room he realised that not only was everything covered in black ash but also at least one chair had to say goodbye to one of its legs. Not to mention the debris that once covered the dinner table was now scattering the floor.
His mother was going to kill him and, oh god... he didn't even want to know what Dean was going to do to him should he come home early from who knows what he was doing all day. The faster Eggsy started cleaning this mess the better.
He flinched a bit when the man on his floor finally said something. “Shit,” was the first coherent thing he got from the stranger before he started coughing violently.
Eggsy had no idea what to do so he simply stared dumbfounded. How the hell did this man even come through the chimney? Wasn't that thing supposed to be bricked shut? And why in God's name would anyone come in through there anyway? It wasn't anywhere near Christmas - not that that would have been a very good explanation. Also, going by the looks of that man, weird cape or not, he seemed quite sophisticated with his fancy suit. Not that upper class people didn't do weird shit sometimes it just seemed unlikely with this guy.
Tons of questions swirled through his mind, unable to voice any of them because this whole scene seemed just so ridiculously impossible.
“Damn floo powder system. Always getting things wrong,” the stranger uttered to himself. Eggsy had no clue what the man was talking about. It seemed like the stranger hadn't quite realized he wasn't alone. When he got up, well, it was more stumbling than anything else, he looked disoriented around the room and then collapsed.
“What the fuck?”