Title: 'H' is for . . .
By Piggiepug
Chapter One ~ Harry
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Harry James Potter stood up in silence from his seat and walked towards the corner of the living room. He scanned the surrounding for any signs of movement but it seemed like Aunt Petunia and Dudley were quite still. They sat back-to-back, hands and feet bond by thick rope from the garden shed, both gagged by random pieces of clothing.
Harry raised his wand and pointed it directly at Aunt Petunia's head. "If I removed the sock from your mouth you must promise you will not scream, or I won't hesitate to curse you, do you understand?"
She nodded furiously and Harry used his unoccupied hand to remove the mustard yellow sock from her mouth allowing her to speak.
"You ungrateful brat! What have we done to you to deserve this type of . . ." Harry cut her short before she could continue.
"I am sorry for what had happened, I called the police and they should be arriving soon so I cannot linger here anymore. And I . . .don't think you will see me again"
"You won't get away with this! Once the police come I'll tell them everything, everything about your . . . people and what you did to my poor Vernon, the police would be hot on your tail! You'll never make it out of here without been caught!" Aunt Petunia screamed with fury.
"They won't believe you, they are bound to think you have been hallucinating or lost your memory!" Harry said it firmly but his frantic heartbeat gave him away. He put the sock back into Petunia's gapping mouth and made his way towards the front door.
As he opened the door he looked back once again at Vernon Dursely who was lying on the carpet, dead.
The door slammed shut.
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A/N: This is my first go at writing a darker fic, so I'm all ears for suggestions and reviews. Thnx for reading!
By Piggiepug
Chapter One ~ Harry
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Harry James Potter stood up in silence from his seat and walked towards the corner of the living room. He scanned the surrounding for any signs of movement but it seemed like Aunt Petunia and Dudley were quite still. They sat back-to-back, hands and feet bond by thick rope from the garden shed, both gagged by random pieces of clothing.
Harry raised his wand and pointed it directly at Aunt Petunia's head. "If I removed the sock from your mouth you must promise you will not scream, or I won't hesitate to curse you, do you understand?"
She nodded furiously and Harry used his unoccupied hand to remove the mustard yellow sock from her mouth allowing her to speak.
"You ungrateful brat! What have we done to you to deserve this type of . . ." Harry cut her short before she could continue.
"I am sorry for what had happened, I called the police and they should be arriving soon so I cannot linger here anymore. And I . . .don't think you will see me again"
"You won't get away with this! Once the police come I'll tell them everything, everything about your . . . people and what you did to my poor Vernon, the police would be hot on your tail! You'll never make it out of here without been caught!" Aunt Petunia screamed with fury.
"They won't believe you, they are bound to think you have been hallucinating or lost your memory!" Harry said it firmly but his frantic heartbeat gave him away. He put the sock back into Petunia's gapping mouth and made his way towards the front door.
As he opened the door he looked back once again at Vernon Dursely who was lying on the carpet, dead.
The door slammed shut.
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A/N: This is my first go at writing a darker fic, so I'm all ears for suggestions and reviews. Thnx for reading!