DISCLAIMER: I am not really a tyrtle, and these are not really my characters. Sorry for the confusion, but read on anyway!
It was a dark and scary night… well, ok, yes, generally all nights at this time of history are scary, but this one is dark and scary nonetheless.
Lightening flashed outside a bedroom window of Number 4 Privet Drive, followed soon after by a loud bang of thunder. Inside that bedroom was an adolescent male: too old to be a boy, yet too young to be a man. He was staring out the window, with fear in his eyes as he clutched the fluffy pink blanket closer to his many chins.
Dudley Dursley was scared of thunderstorms. He had been terrified of them ever since one day in his distant childhood, his younger cousin Harry had somehow managed to create one in the dining room (this was obviously before they learned Harry was a wizard). It was what one might call an irrational fear: the fear of something not worth fearing. Dudley's other big fear, of course, was a rational fear: the fear of wizards. The difference between lightening and a wizard is that lightening will not always kill you, and the chances of it even striking you in the first place are remote. However… a wizard… now that's something to be afraid of. Knowledge of all things dark and mystical, a wand to perform the most evil acts of villainy…yes, Dudley Dursley certainly had a right to be afraid of wizards. Especially since He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had returned.
The Muggle Prime Minister had announced himself on the six o'clock news himself just one week earlier: a crazed mad man with a magic stick was going around killing people for the fun of it. It had been his last public appearance (except for the funeral that had followed five days later).
Now, a man with hair that resembled a lion's mane had taken over the leadership of Britain, and he had assured them many times that nothing would harm them.
Yeah, right, Dudley had thought. Of course nothing would harm them, he was probably in on the whole thing. Scare the normal people with a "dark wizard" into giving them "them" the country. Contrary to his end of year exams, he wasn't stupid enough to believe it all.
His parents had gone through with the new Minister's plans. They had boarded up the house and left. Unfortunately they were so frazzled by the weather and the death everywhere, they had left him behind.
Not that he minded. He had the house to himself now.
Well, not completely.
Harry and his three friends ("who'd want to be friends with that freak?") had turned the house into a makeshift headquarters for some organisation they'd called Dumbledore's Army, and had left him locked in his room.
So anyway, he had the whole room to himself now.
Alone.
Just how he liked it
Nobody to interrupt him and his secret plans.
Nobody at all.
A/N: aren't cliffhangers fun? Pleas r&r as this is my first piece of work and I will probably need encouragement to continue writing.
