"We All Fall Down"

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Chapter 1: Cat and Mouse

The house was twenty paces away and the proximity and sight of it made Harry's scar prickle. Harry stared across the street at Hermione approaching the door. Harry bared his teeth in a sneer that could have been passed off as a smile.

He had come to murder Hermione and her muggle parents. His eyes slowly moved from window to window, taking in everything from the crisp, white lace curtains to the Granger's old piano on the sun porch to a Batman and Robin kite stuck in the tree next door. On two occasions Harry caught sight of Hermione's mother as she shuffled past one of the downstairs windows.

Her life soon would be at an end. That made him feel so much better, so happy inside. *Enjoy every moment - stop and smell the roses,* Harry reminded himself. *Taste the roses, destroy the Grangers roses - flowers, stems and thorns.*

He finally moved across the street, being careful to stay in the shadows. Then he disappeared into the thick yews and forsythia bushes that ran like sentries alongside the front of the house. He carefully made his way to a whitewashed cellar door, which was to one side of the porch, just off the kitchen. It had a Master padlock "Alahomora!" Harry flicked his wand and the lock came undone immediately. He had the door open in seconds.

He was now inside the Grangers house. He was in the cellar. There wasn't any large windows, but Harry decided not to take the chance of turning on the lights. "Luminous!" Harry flicked his wand again, the little light that the wand provided Harry used to look around. Just to learn a few more things about the Grangers house before he killed them all. The cellar was cleanly swept, as he had expected it would be. Mr. Granger's tools were haphazardly arranged on a pegged Masonite board.

A stained Nottingham Arrows, Quiditch baseball hat hung on a hook. Harry put it on his own head, he couldn't resist. He ran his hands over folded laundry laid out on a long wooden table. He felt close to the doomed family now. He despised them more then ever. He felt around the hammocks wondering there muggle purpose. He picked up one the Hermione's bras playing with it like it was a catapult flinging socks across the room. He then touched he underwear, he felt like a total creep, and he loved it.

He then picked up a small black and gold sweater. Obviously one of Hermione's older ones from her first or second years at Hogwarts. He took it to try and smell Hermione's scent, it was long gone. He was anticipating how he would kill Hermione now, he just wished that the fool Dumbledore was there to see it.

He saw a pair of Everlast gloves and black Gluegrip buckle shoes around a hook next to a weathered old punching bag. *Maybe they should have practiced more, then they might not have died as fast* Harry though. Harry thought he should punch out Mr. Granger's heart.

Finally, Harry lowered his wand and set off to the dark stairway. Once upon a time, he had been a famous wizard. It was going to happen again. He was coming back with a vengeance that would blow everybody's mind. He concealed his wand in his pocket and sighed. He has spun his web perfectly. Hermione would soon be dead, and so would everyone she loved.

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"HARRY POTTER! GET DOWN STAIRS IMMEDIETLY, YOU AUNT AND I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR BREAKFAST FOR OVER HALF AN HOUR!" A voice echoed through Harry's head.

Harry jumped up out of his bed, his scar burning like a hotplate. *It was just a dream* Harry told himself. It was the same dream he had been having all summer. It was hell a number 4 Privet drive. Dudley had now temporarily moved out of his parents house, and the Dursley's had been even more scornful to him then usual. "Coming!" Harry yelled down the stairs. He got up out of bed, and took as long as he dared to get changed, he did not want to keep this Aunt and Uncle waiting.

When Harry got down the stairs, he discovered a scene of his Aunt crying in the corner and his Uncle trying to comfort her. As Harry surveyed the area he noticed his Aunt's very heavy and very expensive table had been over turned pouring the contents of a now smashed china vase all over the floor and Uncle Vernon's newspaper had scattered all over the floor.

Harry did not dare ask what happened, instead he minded his own business and started breakfast. As he did so he thought about the year before how he had lucked out with Cho, although now he didn't care much for her anymore, he still felt guilty. It was the 3rd week of the holidays and Harry was getting eager to go to the Burrow and visit his best friend and his truly amazing family.

"NO! I WILL NOT SETTLE DOWN VERNON! IT IS NOT OKAY OUT DUDLY HAS MOVED OUT, HE IS NOT EVEN OLD ENOUGH TO LOOK AFTER HIMSELF, WHAT WOULD YOUR MOTHER SAY? WE ARE NO BETTER… NO BETTER THEN." His Aunt faulted. "NO BETTER THEN MY DAMN SISTER!" His Aunt said in a outburst. At first Harry was laughing until he received a glare that would stun a Mountain Troll.

Harry immediately twirled around, and giggled to himself quietly, now his Aunt and Uncle knew in a way, how Harry felt, but that didn't make anything better for Harry, instead day after day Harry would have to do more and more chores for his Aunt and Uncle. *Just a few more days* Harry thought. *And I am out of here for the rest of the year and most of the next. Just stay calm* Harry told himself as he tried to keep his composure and not show any weakness in front to the Dursleys.

"THESE DAMN OWLS! HARRY I SWEAR!" Harry heard his uncle yell one afternoon. *YES!* Though Harry, as he raced into the kitchen and ripped open his letter. Harry had to squint to read the writing, it was obviously Mrs. Wesley's because it was so neat.

Dear Harry,

How are you dear? I hope those muggle guardians of yours are not giving you too much trouble. Well I just thought I would send an owl to tell you that we will be arriving to pick you up tomorrow, at 5pm, the Order ahs given us permission to come but we must use muggle transportation so we don't arouse suspicion. We are going to get a Lenta Car to pick you up, Mrs. Wesley has gone to get it now. Best wishes Harry dear and Ginny says Hello, and I can't wait to see you again. Oh Harry and Dumbledore has sent your booklists to me, so don't worry, he hasn't forgotten you, and great news, Ron has gotten prefect again!

Best of Luck,

The Wesley's

Harry ran up stairs to pack, although he knew he had over a day to get packed he was just excited, as he pondered he thought of what on Earth a Lenta Car was, then he realized and laughed at the top of his lungs, Mrs. Wesley has probably meant a Renta Car. Harry quickly finished packing. It was now midday, and Harry had nothing to do. So he decided to go for a walk. So he put on his jacket and hat and tucked his wand into his pocket. Then he ran as fast as he could through the front door so not to be stopped by the Dursley's with more chores.