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I was on the roof. It was dark and rainy with a cold, howling wind that froze me to the bone. I hurried over to the gutters, broom in hand, where the train station employees had sent me to drive out the nest of seagulls. I looked down at the people entering the station. Among them was someone who caught my attention. He had messy black hair and stood among a group with wild red hair. I leaned over in what must have been a dangerous way to get a look at his odd pet; a snowy barn owl in a cage on the boy's trolley. I heard a loud crack under me. The first words to run through my head were 'oh crap!' as I began plummeting downward. I landed with a loud thump right on top of the black haired boy. The red headed family all stared at me, wide eyed.
"My bad…" I mumbled as I got up.
"He's dead!" the smallest of the group, a young redheaded girl, wailed. I stared at her, wondering what her problem was.
"Quick, Percy, take his pulse!" the plump redheaded woman who stood just slightly taller than the girl ordered. The tallest of the group kneeled down by the boy and felt for his pulse.
'Nope, nope, he's still alive. Oh wait no, he's dead," the boy concluded.
A tall boy with freckles glared at me and gripped something that was in his pocket. On the other side of the group, his clone glowered at me as well.
"Do you have any idea what you've just done?! You've just killed Harry Potter!"
"So? He's just some kid." I said. Thinking about it, I guess it wasn't to be taken lightly that I'd just killed anyone. Oh well, I wouldn't be in trouble unless someone found out; hopefully I would have enough time to flee the country. And if I didn't, I would find a way to ensure this family was silenced.
"Just some kid!" another boy thundered, "He's the Boy-Who-Lived! The savior of the wiz…" the woman put a hand over his mouth.
"Well, he's not living anymore," I snickered, receiving dirty looks from everyone, "oh get over it. I'm sure you can find another 'Boy-Who-Lived.'" I snapped.
"Wait—look at that!" the youngest boy gasped wide-eyed as he pointed at the top of my forehead, where I had just received a scratch from my fall.
"It looks like it is lightning-shaped!" the young girl whispered. I pressed my hand to my forehead; and drew it away with a lightning shaped line of blood.
"That's weird." I was beginning to get the creeps from this family; and I knew it would be wise for me to hit the road. "Oh, look at the time! I should get going before my boss fires me! Have a great life!" At the funny farm, I added in my head.
"Harry?! Harry?! What's happened ter ya?!" I turned around just in time to run into a big black explosion of fuzz. He looked like Fezzik's cousin, only bigger and a lot harrier. His beady black eyes were darting from me to the 'boy who lived' on the ground.
"What did ya do ter Harry!" he wailed, grabbing me by the collar.
"Help! Police! I'm being raped!" I screamed. The man immediately let go of me. "No need ter go there, lad." I was relieved, but in a way I felt like I'd been slapped in the face, my innocence taken from me.
"So anyway, I'll be going now before anyone else tries to attack me."
"Wait, kid, I'll be needing ter give ye something on account of what happened ter Harry." Just as I turned around to face them I was brutally punched in the face. I blacked out.