"Speech"
'Thoughts'
Prologue
Vernon Dursley was a normal man and had a normal family and nothing was going to change that. Not some old codger he'd never met and not some nephew he'd never asked for. Driving in a less savory area of downtown London, being the dutifull husband that he was, this was the ideal place to deal with the freak. Pulling over to park he quickly got out of the car and made his way to the boot. Opening the lid he pulled out a squirming burlap sack and flung it down an alley. Rushing back to the drivers seat of his car he left without a glance back. Taking out the trash was a husbands duty after all.
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Harry Potter was in trouble. He'd known he'd be in trouble when the school called to inform his guardians about Harry climbing to the roof of the cafeteria at school. Dudley had been chasing him on the playground. Then he was on the roof. He couldn't get down and the custodian had to get a ladder to reach him. Then his cousin said he'd just disappeared like magic, and uncle Vernon got all red. Red was bad. The last time his uncle had gotten red like that he'd been in the cupboard for a week without food. 'Why do all the strange things get blamed on me?' he asked himself.
That night he'd been put in the cupboard and nothing else. Perhaps they'd finally believed he didn't know what had happened? No such luck. That night he was pulled violently from his space, gagged, and bagged up like a sack of potatoes. He'd heard the boot to the car being opened and hitting his head. Only to wake up in the bag cold and hungry. 'What happened?' Wriggling around in the sack he found a small hole and worked at it until the sack split a the seam. Worming his way out of the bag. It was indeed a potato sack. He got a good look at his surroundings. He had no idea where he was. This wasn't Privett Drive, Mrs. Figgs, or any place he was familiar with.
'I'm lost.' thought Harry as he looked at the dingy alley his was sitting in.
Standing up intent on doing what he'd learned,in school, was right when being lost. Find a Police Officer. Police officers helped lost people. With that in mind the seven year old Harry Potter wandered off in search of a police officer. Never noticing the eyes watching him as left the alley way, nor the person that decided to follow the newest kid to hit the streets.
TBC
Authors notes: I had to get this out of my mind. Let me know what you think. The chaos in my mind is being released in my writing. Beware. lol