What Happens Will Happen
Chapter 1: The Unexpected Friend
Veronica Moore had been a resident of Little Whinging all her life. Her parents had moved into Number 3 Wisteria Walk about a month after she was born.
Her mother had just died a month before and her father was considering moving out of the area. He wanted to move closer to the rest of his family in London. Veronica didn't care one way or another. She didn't have very many friends here.
Ever since she could remember, she tried to go against what was socially acceptable. She hated most of the popular kids at school and made friends with ones that most people shunned.
Growing up that way made her an outcast amongst the outcasts. She was, all false modesty aside, an exceptionally beautiful young lady. Her looks were what set her aside the most.
While most of the pretty girls would hang out with the athletes and flirt, she would spend her time with the other kids. She thought they deserved as much attention as everyone else did.
She was never lacking for attention as far as the male gender was concerned. At one point or another, she had been hit on by all of the jocks whenever they tired of their current girlfriends.
She, of course, turned them all down, earning many 'enemies' because of it. She had in turn become known as the 'cold bitch' to all of the more popular guys in school. As with everything else she merely shrugged it off and continued living her life.
It was because of all these things and more, that made her not really care if they moved to London or not. She had two aunts and some cousins that lived there and they would always be fun to hang out with.
"Hey there beautiful." A voiced called from behind her.
She turned around to see who it was this time and nearly choked when she recognized the person. "What do you want Dudley?" She asked trying to sound as venomous as was humanly possible, while trying to contain her giggles at his attempt at being suave.
"You, of course. Every guy wants you. I just happen to be the one that's going to get what they want."
"I seriously doubt that. Don't you and your friends usually go around terrorizing the other kids in the park right about now?"
"Don't play stupid with me, Moore. You know that you already went and snitched us to the cops. If we get caught doing it again, they'll press charges."
"Your point being?" She said with an air of sarcasm.
"Now we need to find other things to amuse ourselves. It just so happens that we chose you."
"Is that so? How exactly do you plan on amusing yourselves with me?" She asked though she already knew the answer.
"We can think of something." Piers added stepping out of the bushes with two other behemoths beside him.
"I think not." She said haughtily before spinning on her heel and stalking off. She got about five feet before she felt something grab onto to the back of her neck and she knew right away she was going to have to have her dad rub the skin off the back of her neck.
"Where do you think you're going?" Dudley sneered.
"You think this is some kind of game? Think we're messing around?" Piers grunted.
"I think that you'll regret doing this." Veronica replied.
"What makes you say something as stupid as that, bitch?"
She pointed over Dudley's shoulder and past the rest of his lackeys. "Them."
"Dudley Dursley, Piers Polkiss, Martin Brown, and John Stevens, you are under arrest for attempted assault. You were warned already Mr. Dursley. Apparently you didn't take that warning as seriously as you should have." Officer Stanhope said.
"Are you serious, Mike?" Dudley asked.
"I'm on duty now, Dudley, and I expect you to address me with respect. You will refer to me as Officer Stanhope just like everyone else.
"Todd, come on over here. I know this is your first time arresting someone so you need to watch everything I do and do as I say."
"Officer Stanhope," Dudley seethed as Mike placed the handcuffs on him and Piers while Todd placed them on Martin and John. "I can explain everything."
"I'm sure you can Dudley. I always believed what your parents told me and always looked the other way whenever somebody would complain about you. Your parents had most people fooled into believing that you could never do anything wrong. I must say that after catching you at this twice now and, hearing everything you said to Miss Moore here, the truth cannot be ignored."
"But-"
"But nothing Dudley. You thought you were man enough to do the crime and now its time for you to be a man and face the consequences." He turned around to face Veronica after making sure all four boys were cuffed. "I hope you have a good night Miss Moore. Tell your dad I said hello. We will probably stop by to talk to you tomorrow afternoon sometime to get the paperwork all cleared up."
"Thanks, Officer Stanhope."
"You can call me Mike."
"Good night, Mike." She said as she turned around to head back home.
That evening had scared her more than she cared to say out loud. She knew, by the look in his eye, that Dudley had had every intention of having his way with her. She also knew that if Mike and Todd hadn't shown up that there was little she could have done to stop it.
Her walk back to Wisteria Walk forced her to walk past Privet Drive. She had always tried to avoid it as much as possible since all four of those boys were the known terrors around the neighborhood. However, this evening she didn't mind taking the shortcut through there since all four of them were now at the Surrey Police Station, or at least on their way there.
It was still late afternoon as she stepped foot on Privet Drive and the sun was still hanging high in the sky. She heard some people arguing as she walked down the street but didn't pay too much attention to it. She tried to stay out of other people's business as much as possible, unless it involved her in some way.
The arguing appeared to be getting worse. She was at Number 8 now and it seemed to be coming from somewhere up ahead. She even swore she heard a few things breaking.
Be that as it may she still tried to mind her own business. Too many people on Privet Drive try and stick their nose in everywhere they possibly can and she swore that she would never do that. The people on Privet Drive always seemed so...so...clean is the best way she could describe it. They always tried to act perfect even though they weren't.
She had just stepped past the fence that separated Number 5 from Number 4 when she saw an arm hang out the window. Immediately following the arm, a head came into view and looked frantically behind him.
Just then a booming voice echoed out of the window. "Get back away from that window, boy. I'm not finished with you yet." That must have been enough to scare the shit out of him since he took one last look out the window before flinging himself out of it.
She gasped and stood frozen to the spot. She could see that the person was in bad shape. There was blood everywhere. Most of his clothes were torn and the left side of his face was starting to bruise.
She started to move forward to see if he needed help when a very fat and very purple Vernon Dursley stuck his head out the window to see where the boy had landed. He took one look at the battered and unmoving figure before reaching up and slamming the window closed.
She rushed over to the figure and saw that while he was still breathing, he was in bad shape. She turned and ran across the street and started banging on the door to get somebody's attention. She didn't want to go to the houses next to Number 4 in case while she was out of view Vernon would try and finish the job.
Section Break
Mr. Wilson was an up and coming accountant. He had just moved into Surrey a few days ago and was in the process of unpacking. He liked to listen to his music while he worked and he had it cranked up loud enough to be able to hear it everywhere in the house while he finished up. He was walking by the entrance hall when he heard a muffled knocking noise. Not sure if anybody was at the door or not, he walked into the sitting room and turned the music off and went to answer the door.
He opened the door thinking it was someone that was going to complain about the music being too loud. What he found was entirely different. There before him stood a young woman that appeared to be panicking. And she had blood on her hands.
"Are you alright? What happened?" He asked worriedly.
"Call an ambulance please. Something just happened across the street at Number 4." Veronica answered. She was almost on the verge of tears now. She recognized the boy when she saw his scar.
It had been several years since she had seen him. He apparently went to St. Brutus' but she never believed that for an instant. He was one of the boys she remembered from primary school that would always be on his own.
"There on the way. Now, tell me. What happened?" Mark Wilson asked.
"Thank you, sir, but I would rather tell you over where it happened. I don't want to leave him alone."
"Who? Who don't you want to leave alone?"
She ignored the question and began explaining what she saw. "I was walking back from the park. I live over on Wisteria Walk. I heard some arguing going on when I started down Privet Drive, but I ignored it." She stammered.
"People here are very nosy and I don't want to be like them. So I was minding my own business. Then I heard things start to break and even though I wanted to know what was happening; I still ignored it.
"Then, as I walked between Number 5 and Number 4, I saw him jump out the window all bloody and bruised while his Uncle yelled at him."
Mark turned to look at the boy that was clearly unconscious. He was no doctor but he wasn't all that sure that this kid would make it. He had lost a lot of blood. He could hear the sirens now and they were getting closer.
"Are they sending the police too?" Veronica asked.
"I don't know. I only asked for an ambulance, but I'm sure that they can call the cops from their radio."
"They'd better. I want that whole family in jail." She spat venomously.
"Why's that?"
"Their son and his gang tried to rape me earlier today in the park and the cops had just arrested them when I was on my way down here."
The ambulance and two cop cars pulled up outside the house just as she finished telling him this. "I thought they weren't bringing the cops."
"I didn't know they would be. I think we better get out of the way though." Mark said as he pulled her off to the side so the paramedics could take a look at him.
They couldn't hear much of what was going on but they caught a few lines the paramedics said to one of the police officers as they loaded Harry into the ambulance.
"….ely not going to make it."
"…massive head trauma."
"….blood loss…"
Veronica started to cry now. She had held herself together for so long but hearing that she may have been too late to help him broke her.
The police finished talking to the paramedics and they sped away toward the hospital leaving just the police, Mark, and Veronica alone on the Dursley's front lawn. There were four police officer and they held a brief whispered conversation before three of them headed to the front door of Number 4 and the other headed toward them.
"Are you the one that called?" He asked Mark.
"Yes, but I didn't see anything. She," he pointed at Veronica, "came to my door and asked me to make the call."
"I'm going to need a statement from both of you." He said gruffly.
"Can we do this at the hospital? I want to know how he's doing."
"Do you have any objections to that Mr.?"
"Wilson, and no that should be fine." Mark replied. He didn't even know why he did considering he had just moved in and knew none of these people. Not to mention the amount of work he still had to do on his house. Something just made him want to help out more.
"Alright. I can give you both a ride. If you can head this way." He directed them towards his car just in time to hear some things breaking inside the house, followed by someone yelling his name.
"Andy, get in here now!" He left the two civilians at his car and ran into the house.
"What do you think is happening now?" Veronica asked.
"Judging by what you told me and what I can hear now. I'd say resisting arrest."
Silence fell between them and it was another five minutes before anybody came out of the house.
When the four cops came back out it was obvious that there had been a fight. Some of their uniforms were torn or messed up, their hair was messed up, and they drug two people out in handcuffs. After the loaded the two assailants into the other cop car, they were joined by the cop, Andy, and another officer.
"They can handle it from there. Let's get these two over to the hospital and get some questions answered."