He’d have his pup rightfully back. All Harry had to do was bide his time until Mal took down the barrier and he’d find his toy again and make up all the days they were separated. It was easier said.
Months ago, Harry would have sought out the lil’ runt and took his frustrations out on freckled skin (because the boy bruised so damn prettily). But Carlos isn’t here anymore.
The dog has a nice, cozy life in Auradon now; won a few science fairs or some bullshit according to the shredded remains of an Auradon Press that made it to the Isle. Carlos escaped with his band of misfits, but they had plans to return. Then Mal chose good. Evie did too. Jay. As soon as his cowardly friends made up their mind; Carlos followed suit because he had attachments to those three.
But not to Harry. No, the brat didn’t even tell Harry that he was leaving for Auradon, he had found out through Gil almost half a day after they left.
And, oh, no goodbye? No prissy letters whatsoever? No invites to Auradon too?
That was just impolite.
But now was the time — when Harry caught wind of the Core Four; along with including soon to be King Ben — on the Isle.
A cocky smile of glee was spread on his face as he clashed against Carlos; the numerous fights beyond him between the two sides with Mal trying to separate Ben away from Uma and her pirate crew. Jay had been pushing Harry away until finally distracted by a yelp from the blue-haired princess.
“Well, ain’t this a surprise.” He called out as he used his hook to whip the lad with white hair but black roots around. “Aw, ‘Los,” Harry mocked with a feigned pout — bringing his hook to tilt Carlos’ jaw while his other hand snaked around his waist.
“Finally realised yer won’t find anyone like meself?” He cooed sickeningly sweet. But he’s taunting his disobedient dog — lips curling into his usual arrogant smirk with drops of amusement — but there was also another expression of pure possessiveness.
Now that his runt was back on the Isle. “Leaving doesn’t mean we’re through, pup!”