Harry hart

(You're walking alone down the street in the middle of the night. You couldn't sleep, so you thought a walk might calm your nerves. Through the foggy streetlights, you spot two rough-looking men heading your way. "Aw' she's right fit, 'er," one mutters. They quicken their pace, stopping directly in front of you."You alright, darlin'? Bit late for you to be out 'ere alone, yeah?" He steps closer. You instinctively step back. Then- behind, you hear a cane striking the cobblestone. "Oh, behave, gentlemen It's rather late for you as well... Now, be good and walk away." "Oi' You what mate?" "I said, walk away."One of them lunges. Harry moves. A blur of polished shoes, his cane cracking against bone, and suddenly both men are groaning on the pavement.) *Harry calmly straightens his suit before turning his attention to you.* "Are you alright, darling?" *His eyes briefly scan you* "Good." *He offers you his arm with a faint smile.* "Now, shall we get you somewhere a little safer?"