Hey, This is my first solo fanfic so i is a bit nervous so i hope you guys like it. This chapter is the leaving of the Dursleys from Privet Drive (it's short, i know but i hope to really expland on this later depending on feedback).

Natty
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All characters belong to JK Rowling but the story line is mine.

Chapter 1

Vernon Dursley grumbled darkly as he pulled away from the home he had worked so hard on. Reluctantly he followed Hestia's instructions, who was sitting beside him, he turned into Magnolia Crescent passing by the park where he had first taught Dudley to throw a proper punch at that insolent boy, the reason he had now been forced to pack up himself and his family and go into hiding with… with… some of his lot.

Dudley gazed out the window watching the swings creak farewell and Dudley gave an audible shudder as he remembered the events of two summers ago that had been followed with the swift departure of his cousin. He still had nightmares. His overactive imagination had added in haunting, black-cloaked creatures with scabbed hands which he would definitely have seen if they had been real. He shook off the unfriendly thoughts and they bothered him no more.

The car was full of a tense silence that seemed to stretch decades. The journey had begun badly, Hestia had criticised Vernon for putting his direction in the hands of a talking box and Dedalus had succeed in injuring himself and Dudley after failing to put on his seat belt for the third time. A loud screech shattered the tense atmosphere. It came from the… man sitting beside him.

"5 minutes!" It wailed as Dedalus fumbled to extract it from his pocket muttering cheerful apologies that annoyed Aunt Petunia. Although she hadn't said much it was easy to guess what she was thinking. Her face was stony but her eyes were showing something else. Concern?

"You can pull over now," came the calm voice of Hestia as she addressed Vernon. "We should be far enough to disapparate from here safely." The word disapparate did not sit well with the Dursleys; Petunia let loose an involuntary gasp and Dudley blanched but Vernon had had enough.

"Now wait a goddamn minute, if you think I'm going to let you go and disintegrate my family and I then y…" but he was cut short by the hard look of hatred that spread across Hestia's usually calm face. Without saying another word the Dursleys and their wizard escorts got out of the car and turned to face the direction from which they had come. Dudley slipped a sideward glance at Hestia to see if the expression on her face still resembled that of his Aunt Marge. To his astonishment he saw a worried look had replaced it, aging her significantly. As he wondered what could possibly have worried her that much, a series of loud screams rent the air and he looked up to see a swarm of black figures race across the sky as flashes of green and red light flashed back and forth between them.

The seven flying vehicles passed overhead with a deafening roar. Each had a tail of about 15 Deatheaters.

Dudley whirled round as he felt a hard grip on his shoulder finally tearing his gaze from the perils of his cousin.

"Let's g-" Dedalus started to say when a red light flew from his right, knocking his top hat off as it went. Hestia and Dedalus lunged for their wands as three hooded Deatheaters garbed in black robes emerged from the alley.

The Dursleys shrank back in fear as Hestia and Dedalus furiously duelled the three strangers while bright lights bounced off invisible forces and hitting various hedges and street lamps cause the lights to spark out only to be replaced by the light of flaming bushes. Finally Hestia succeeded in knocking the largest unconscious whilst Dedalus managed to freeze the other. They turned on the sole remaining Deatheater who vanished on the spot with a loud crack! The two wizards ran towards the Dursleys, grabbed their arms and, without a word of complain, turned and entered the compressing darkness of apparition.