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Harry Potter and the Black Cat
Chapter One— The First Encounter
The streets of London were packed today. People were pushing their way through, ignoring everyone else. They usually drove when they went into town but today was a special day…so they walked liked the rest. Today was very special indeed. It seemed to him that everyone had somewhere special to be because they pushed their way through the crowds. It was during all the hustle that he saw it…
It was walking on the other side of the road, looking into windows and moving through the crowd with ease. He was watching it, moving unnoticed. Then it looked right at him. It's eyes almost glowing as they stared each other down.
"Hurry up boy! We're late!" a fat man with a small, wormlike mustache screamed at the boy. He suddenly looked at the man and back to the thing that had caught his attention for some unknown reason. But it was gone, like it had come.
The boy with the messy jet-black hair, bright green eyes and wire rim glasses walked hurriedly to catch up with the man. "Petunia, do something about that…" he said pointing to the lighting bolt shaped scar on the boy's forehead. "Can't you cover it up with that make-up stuff you wear and his hair…I don't know what we were thinking bringing him along…"
"Oh, Vernon. Now you know we had to bring him." Petunia said, acting as if he weren't there to hear them to talking. "We couldn't have another incident like the last time. And you know I've tried and tried with his hair but nothing works. The scar too, will just be left. There is no time. We're late already."
The two talked on about the boy as they walked. Harry Potter laughed to himself, recalling the 'incident' they spoke so horridly of. It was right after summer started. He had only been home from Hogwarts for a week. And in that week, Harry had failed to send word to the Order. And as warned, they came while Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley were out to dinner.
They were not happy to find the house a mess. A mess caused by the klutzy Tonks, Moody, Lupin and the Weasley twins when they landed in the living room and knocked over a couple of plants. Add that to the Exploding Pixies, Fireball Frenzies, Sugarland Stingers and Flying Gumballs that Fred and George had to show Harry, the room was trashed. The incident also involved Uncle Vernon being turned into cow for long enough to make him agree to the owl post whenever Harry needed one. They did not want the neighbors to talk again so Harry was forced to go with them everywhere because they did not believe he had nothing to do with them coming...That and the fact the Flying Gumballs ruined the walls.
"Hurry it up. They've already started," the doorman said, staring at Harry. The three of them filed into their seats. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia took two seats in the front of auditorium with cameras in hand; Harry took his seat in the row behind them. This was the reason they'd come all the way to Stonewall Theatre.
The lights dimmed and the curtains opened. They were there to watch Dudley in his debut acting performance. 'The greatest actor in England,' as Uncle Vernon said. Harry sat and watched as the show started. Act One, Act Two, Act Three…then there he was, standing there onstage in tights, looking extra 'pudgy'.
"I-I knew I s-s-s-aw them l-l-leave that way. F-f-f-ollow me. I-I-I w-w-will take you to the t-t-traitor," Dudley said in a stutter. Then he was gone.
Harry laughed to himself the whole way home. He wrote to Ron, Hermione and Lupin and told them all about the show. As he lay down on his bed, he remembered the cat he saw on the way. He'd never seen a cat so black. He wondered why it had looked at him like it did. It was like the cat knew him…he thought about the black cat as he drifted off to sleep.
Hey to all who reads this. I hope you like it. This is my first fan fiction so please review it…thanks.