A/N This story is a trial run of an idea that crossed my mind. I have a basic outline of what I want to happen, so please give it a shot and read the story. I need feedback. I'm also warning you now; updates will probably be irregular, sorry. Please enjoy this trial run.
Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once. I do not own Harry Potter; all rights belong to J.K. Rowling.
Greenscales Chapter 1
"Ready, Greenscales?"
"Of course, Harry."
"Then let's move out."
The two left the room, heading for the outside world. Out in the sitting room, the two slowed down to listen to both the inside and outside sounds. Inside, there was complete silence. Outside, however, was a storm of action and motion. Well, actually there was a storm outside.
When they listened, Harry and Greenscales could hear the smooth patter of rain against the windows and ground. In the distance, they could hear the loud rumble of thunder following the lighting that, unknown to them until they heard the thunder, had flashed across the sky approximately twenty seconds before.
"Great," Harry mumbled almost to himself, "it's raining. Now we'll have to find shelter under a tree somewhere in the forest and the ground we rest on will still be damp!"
"Calm, Harry, all will be fine as long as we remain with our calm demeanor," reassured Greenscales.
Harry and Greenscales opened the front door and exited. Harry quietly closed the door behind him. It was not locked, but that was of no matter. When the couple inside awoke, they would continue to accuse each other of not locking the door until they discovered the boy missing from the cupboard.
Trotting off to the forest, the companions faced some difficulties. First of all, they had completely forgotten to bring a flashlight, and though Harry had good night vision, it didn't prevent him from tripping on a few roots here and there. There was also the issue of the rain. After a while of speed walking through the grounds to the forest, Harry was soaked through to the bone and Greenscales was finding it hard to get warm as well. However, the two ignored that and continued on towards their destination.
After some time, the two came across a comfortable looking tree. As a matter of fact, Harry noticed that the ground below it was not even wet. Harry pulled out his bedroll and spread it on the ground. Next, Harry pulled the extra blankets he had brought along and lined the bedroll making it even warmer. He was convinced now that he would be at least moderately warm and cozy during the night. Before slipping in to his bedroll, Harry changed into drier and therefore cozier pajamas. He completed all of these tasks while Greenscales was still wrapped around his neck.
At last, just before he slipped into a much needed sleep Harry mumbled, "I dub thou Umbrella Tree."
Greenscales made a noise that sounded like a snakes crude imitation of a chuckle was. He slithered off of Harry's neck, only to wrap himself around Harry's middle. Unconsciously, Harry felt this, but he wasn't very aware. Greenscales, however, felt the difference immediately. Harry's stomach was far nicer than his neck had been because it gave off more heat. In any event, eventually Greenscales followed his friend into sleep.
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"POTTER!" screamed a man. He looked rather like a fat walrus that had been given leg to walk on land and torment all the human beings. Come to think of it, he was even uglier than that and there was no need to insult a walrus. He had a short, thick neck that could probably hardly hold up his head and was good for nothing else. He banged on the door of the cupboard under the stairs. Once more he called, "POTTER!" Finally, he gave up with merely calling him and started with the threats. "You have ten seconds to get out her or I will whip you so hard you'll wish you had never been born," he said in a deathly quiet voice. Why couldn't his wife be doing this? It was supposed to be her job anyway. But, no, she had to take care of their Ickle Diddykins at the moment. When he didn't hear any shuffling or the standard response of "yes Uncle Vernon", he quickly retched open the cupboard door.
What he saw was almost enough to make him scream out loud. As it was, he let out and undignified squeak at what he noticed.
The boy was not there. It hadn't been him or Petunia that had left the door unlocked last night. It was the boy's fault. Stupid Potter! He thought. The ungrateful whelp had simply walked out the door and left! Wait until Petunia heard about this. She'd be very upset in the way that she would have a fit. He, Vernon Dursely, had lost his servant.
"Petunia!" he called
"Coming dear," she called back. He heard pitter-patter as his wife came strolling down the stairs. She found him standing inside the cupboard under the stairs.
"Pe-Petunia," he began, "the b-boy is missing. It seems as though he just walked right out the door last night!"
Petunia was raging inside. She just wanted to take her frying pan and smack someone upside the head. Of course, she couldn't hurt her precious baby boy or her most lovely husband. She had to vent her anger on someone…perhaps the boy. But the boy was missing! He was the source of her anger, the reason she wanted to scream.
"Vernon, phone the police. We need to file a missing persons report. We A) don't want to look suspicious, and most importantly, B) NEED OUR SERVANT BACK!" Vernon did as she said right away and he agreed with his wife one hundred percent. They would file the report and he would be searched for. However, the search part would only come after forty-eight hours, two days, after they first call saying the boy was missing. They could come up with a cover story, and a good one at that. That's one thing Durselys were always good at, making excuses. Many would say that that was not a talent to be proud of, but Vernon thought otherwise.
Vernon dialed the number, "Surrey Police Station, how may I help you?"
Vernon said, "I'd like to file a missing persons report."
"Okay, Sir, could you please tell me what happened?" she questioned.
Vernon replied, "My nephew was playing outside in our backyard while we were preparing lunch yesterday. The rest of my family was talking and socializing so we didn't notice right away that he was missing." Here, Vernon paused for a breath, so far so good on the excuse. "You see, my nephew lives with my wife, son, and I because his parents are deceased. Anyway, when we called him in for lunch, he wasn't in the yard. We assumed he had gone to a friend's house or even to the market. My wife and I were tired that evening so we went to bed early. We did not realize that our nephew hadn't made it home."
"Thank you for the information on that, Sir, but I need to take down your names and information. So, if you could please start with your nephew's name," she asked.
"Absolutely, my nephew's name is Harry Potter. My name is Vernon Dursely," he answered.
"I will ask you to please stand by for forty-eight hours and see if your nephew does or does not come home. If he doesn't, kindly call back and ask for Veronica Gael, that's me."
"Okay, thank you for your time, ma'am," Vernon answered with a fake politeness that was not evident in his voice. Phase one of the plan had gone well. He would get his servant back if it was the last thing he did.
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A/N Sorry, it's me again. If you have any comments, questions, or concerns, please feel free to leave a review or PM me. If you would like me to continue, however, I will need something to go on. Have a good rest of the night/day/whatever time it is that you read this. =D