AN: So I've been very into creepypasta(s) lately, and I haven't seen many pieces for Eyeless Jack (unless I'm just not coming across many of them), which seems a shame to me because I think the character has a lot of potential. I kind of view him similar to how Kurama (YYH) could be written - having a demon side and a human side - that way he can still be scary and cold, but also have personification and emotions.
Anyway, this was an interesting little idea I had (b/c Harry Potter crossovers are fun to read and write), and a test to see if I could apply a little humanity to this character. Enjoy
Brief Warning: The HP universe and Harry are a bit darker in this fic.
The sound of a door slam echoed through the house, followed shortly by mumbled swears and the footsteps of several people. The Dursley family stepped into the warm house, with seven year old Harry Potter trailing in quietly after them. Vernon was still grumbling about getting caught in a downpour, while Dudley whined about the rain ruining his trip to the amusement park. Petunia was wearing an unpleasant look as she hung up everyone's coat. She turned to Harry after she finished.
"Hurry up and get changed," she ordered before heading upstairs to put her purse away.
Harry, who had been dressed in a very thin jacket during their outing, was soaked all the way through from the heavy rain. He went into his room, the cupboard under the stairs, and emerged a few minutes later in dry, though very large, clothing. His aunt came back downstairs and dragged him into the kitchen by his arm.
"You're making dinner tonight," she told him, then headed to the fridge. She pulled out a medium-sized, thawed but uncooked turkey. "Just because the Jeffersons canceled our dinner plans for tomorrow doesn't mean this should go to waste."
She dropped the bird on the counter and turned back to him. "Make it tonight. We haven't eaten yet anyway, and poor Dudders could use a nice big meal after having his day ruined. So don't screw it up!" She screeched.
As she left the kitchen, she announced that she was going to go spend the rest of her evening cheering up her son and spending time with her family.
When she was gone Harry sighed but got to work. He dragged the stool over so he could reach the counter and washed his hands. While doing so, he glanced at the kitchen window with the side of his eye and froze: an ominous figure was peering in. He cautiously turned his head towards the window…
But the figure was gone.
He climbed up on the stool and looked out into the dark and stormy night, but there was no trace of anyone; no footprints in the mud, no sound of footfalls on the pavement, no sound of anyone breathing, nothing.
He took a deep breath and calmed himself, sure that it had just been his imagination. His uncle often said he always had his head in the clouds, in a mean way of course, but Harry didn't think it was such a bad thing.
Harry turned back to the turkey and took the bag of giblets out from inside of the bird. He remembered how his aunt told him, with a disgusted face, that the bag of organs was left inside because some people used them to make gravy. She had told him to just use jarred gravy, as she tried not to look squeamish throwing the bag away.
Harry didn't want to get down off the stool and walk all the way to the trash at that moment, so he left the bag on the counter and began to rinse the turkey, remembering he'll have to put bleach in the sink later or his aunt would lecture him about germs. He continued to prepare the bird – salting it, stuffing it with instant stuffing, and seasoning it. He had to practically drag it over to the oven and use all his strength to get it in.
After taking a minute to catch his breath, he went over to the sink to wash his hands. While drying them, he remembered the bag of giblets on the counter. He looked over at it and saw that it had spilled over slightly; one of the organs was laying halfway out of the bag.
He walked over to it and, out of morbid curiosity, pinched the escaping organ between his index finger and thumb, and dragged it the rest of the way out of the bag. He examined the bloody organ in his hand, turning it over, wondering if it was the liver because of its color and shape.
A sudden noise came from the window and Harry jerked his head in that direction. His breath caught in his throat and he felt paralyzed. The figure from before was back, staring straight at Harry. It was a man, at least he thought it was, who wore a black hoodie that blended into the night, and an unsettling dark blue mask. The mask lacked a nose or a mouth but had large eye holes of pure black that made you feel as if you were looking into an abyss, and from those gaping holes leaked a thick, black goo that spread out almost like tear tracks; they gave you the impression that the man had no eyes.
Harry's eyes were wide and his body was stiff, too afraid to move. After what felt like an eternity, the man made a minuscule movement and turned his head slightly. Confused, Harry risked a glance in that direction: his hand holding the (he assumed) liver. Wondering if this was what the man was really staring at, he decided to tilt his arm down slightly, and the man's head moved along with it.
But the man took his eyes off of the liver and now stared at Harry's face again. Harry stopped moving and gulped. They stared at each other for a full minute before the man went back to looking at the giblet in Harry's hand. During the next few minutes he didn't turn back to look at Harry, again.
Gathering up his courage, Harry decided to do something, and took a step closer to the window. Although the man's mask obscured his face entirely, Harry thought the man would have had a surprised look on his face. That was the only movement from the mysterious figure though, so Harry decided to take another step closer, then another, then another. He reached the stool and paused for a moment, before stepping onto it, and leaned slightly onto the counter until he was right up to the window. Slowly, he extended his hand and held the liver up to the windowpane.
But he did not open the window.
Apparently, he didn't need to: in a split second the man opened the window, reached inside, and snatched the organ from Harry's hand. Surprised, Harry yelped and fell backwards off the stool.
He scrambled to get up as quickly as he could, and was fast enough to see the man lift up part of his mask and bite into the liver. Harry's jaw hung open as he watched. Though he knew that people ate animal liver, and has even had to cook it before, he didn't know anyone who would want to eat it raw. Until now at least. Harry tilted his head to the side as he watched the man devour the rest of it like a starving animal.
When the man finished, he looked back at Harry and copied his head tilt. Harry, surprised and curious by this, tilted his head the other way, and the man imitated him again. Harry couldn't help but giggle; being only seven, the idea of being copied by this odd man was amusing. Harry righted his head (which the man also imitated) and walked over to the bag with the rest of the giblets. He picked it up and set it on the counter, close to the windowsill but not on it. Once again, the man snatched it before Harry could even blink.
Harry opened his mouth to ask the man something, but was interrupted by a shout from the living room.
"You better not be lollygagging in there, boy!"
Harry turned towards the living room and called back "no, uncle Vernon" before turning back to the window. The man was gone.
He did not appear at the window again as Harry finished cooking dinner.
xXx
Harry set the dining room table and brought the food in. He called the Dursleys in for dinner and they all sat down to eat. Despite being the one to cook, Harry got the smallest portion. He didn't mind too much though, since he had been able to sneak some food while cooking it. During the actual eating of the meal, everyone was silent except for the sounds of chewing and swallowing. It was after the meal that Vernon started complaining about the food, saying how it came out so subpar because Harry "probably spent too much time fooling around and laughing" instead of cooking.
Harry was used to his uncle complaining about everything he did, so he tried his best to tune him out and looked anything but Vernon. His eyes landed on one of the dining room windows, and there was the man from before, looking in again!
His eyes widened slightly, but he did not call attention to the man. He wondered what the man was doing back here.
He was too young to understand that the man was probably dangerous; he only knew that in a way he liked the odd, eyeless man who peered in windows, ate raw organs, and imitated him, but who didn't yell at him or call him a freak. In the child's mind, since he didn't appear to be hurting anyone, he must be okay, albeit weird.
Harry's train of thought was interrupted by a shove. He looked up at his uncle towering over him, his face red and eyes glaring.
"Are you even listening to me, boy?"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," he responded quietly, now looking at the floor.
Vernon grumbled and told Harry to clean up while they got ready for bed.
Harry waited until the Dursleys left the room before looking back at the window. The man was gone again.
The man once again watched through a window into the Dursley residence, but this time Harry did not see him. Harry was just finishing cleaning up, looking exhausted. The eyeless man watched the little boy while he reflected everything that had happened these past few hours.
It was customary for him to observe the habits of his future victims – who they were, where they slept, how deep they slept, places he could hide in the darkness – but the actions of the little black haired boy (who hadn't been called anything but "boy" all evening) intrigued him. Not only had he not run screaming at the first sight of him, which would have been messy, the man thought, but had actually given him organs.
Turkey organs, and not kidneys, he thought to himself, but at least it was something.
He had been so hungry, his stomach had growled loud enough to attract the boy's attention in the first place.
The masked man thought about what he saw after dinner: a whale of a man knocking a small child to the ground, and not just any child, but the little child who gave him food!
The boy didn't even react after it happened, so this type of thing must be normal for them. He knew this was wrong. He may be a demon now, or something like that since he wasn't even sure, but he was human once. He knew how families were supposed to act and it wasn't like that.
He watched as the boy finally finished and started to get ready for bed; his room was apparently a cupboard under the stairs. He raised an eyebrow under the mask. He knew from the number of windows that there were four bedrooms upstairs, so making this boy sleep in a cupboard was ridiculous.
The boy emerged from the cupboard and went into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. After drinking it and washing the glass, he started to head back towards his "room" but was intercepted by the other boy.
The larger boy roughly pushed the black haired one in the stomach, causing smaller boy to cry out in pain as he hunched over and fell on his knees. The bratty child just continued on his way to the kitchen as if he hadn't done anything, and came back out with a glass of milk a minute later. The larger boy saw that the smaller boy was still kneeling in pain and kicked the black haired boy in the side, causing him to fall fully on the floor. The larger boy smirked back at the smaller one and called "goodnight, freak" as he stomped up the stairs.
The man actually growled at what happened.
xXx
In the dead of night, the man crept through the kitchen window and made his way into the house. He paused only briefly as what felt like a large, invisible spiderweb wrapped around him, but it wasn't enough to hold him back.
Maybe it was a ward, he thought, like the ones The Operator puts around his mansion. He shrugged it off and continued inside.
The occupants of the house had long since gone to bed.
The woman had come down before the boy could pick himself off the floor, had screamed at him for "lying about" and practically threw him into the cupboard and locked it.
The man snatched the key from where he had seen her hang it and, as quietly as he could, unlocked and eased the cupboard door open. It creaked a bit, but the boy did not awaken.
He looked upon the sleeping child and pondered his choices.
On the one hand, here was an easy meal. A child who was disliked by his family enough that he was sure he could harvest his kidneys without the family even batting an eye at the incision. He bet he could harvest all of his organs without the family even caring.
On the other hand though, his human side kind of liked the odd little child. Yes, he did have the unholy need to feast on human organs, but his human side allowed him to approach it logically – he could pick and choose which humans he ate from, so he didn't have to eat from this one. In fact, his human side might feel guilty about it.
However, it might not feel guilty about taking from the other three occupants of the house. He smiled sadistically at the thought of those uptight bastards waking up and seeing the cut on their sides, or better yet, being told that their kidneys were taken!
He chuckled silently as he closed and re-locked the cupboard door. He barely even noticed that as he did so, the "spiderweb feeling" completely vanished. He made his way upstairs with a scalpel in hand that gleamed in the moonlight of every passing window.
Chaos struck the Dursley household the next morning.
The Dursleys had woken up earlier than normal from a severe pain in their sides; a large gash seeming to be the culprit. Petunia sobbed, shrieked, and held Dudley to her chest while he too cried about the gash. Vernon puffed up in outrage and forcefully removed Harry from his cupboard, yelling and accusing him of cutting them up in their sleep.
Harry denied all of it, no matter how much Vernon threatened.
Petunia eventually stopped the interrogation and they all went to the hospital.
After examining the identical wounds and telling them that their kidneys had been removed, Petunia started crying again, while Vernon glared hatefully at Harry, still believing that the seven year old was capable of doing this.
The doctor suddenly asked if anyone in the family had seen "a man in a blue mask, with seemingly no eyes" at any point last night, or even in the last few days. The Dursley parents looked confused, and Vernon started sputtering about being asked questions of non-sense. Harry looked surprised that she knew about the man, but fortunately no one was looking at Harry anymore.
The doctor ordered them to calm down or she would have a nurse forcefully sedate them. The Dursleys calmed and she explained that, while uncommon, this has happened to people before, and in some cases the victim will wake up to find a man in a blue mask with large, empty eye holes, staring down at them before or after taking their kidneys.
Dudley burst out crying that he thought he saw a man like that standing over him, but thought it was just a dream. Petunia hugged him and cried along with him, while Vernon demanded that the doctor tell him everything about this man.
Harry had looked shocked and slightly fearful since the doctor asked them if they had seen the man. The man at the window did it? Harry thought to himself. But why didn't he take my kidneys? He knew I lived there too.
At least his confusion and fear had convinced the Dursleys that he truly wasn't the one who did it.
The doctor told the Dursleys that the man was thought to be a psychotic cannibal to some, and a demon to others, but no one really knew the real story. The ones who heard of him call him "Eyeless Jack" based on the lore of how he possibly came to be, though she did not know the story, herself.
Eyeless Jack, Harry thought. At least now I know his name.
The doctor asked how Harry could have possibly avoided an encounter with Eyeless Jack. The Dursleys half-lied and said that they weren't sure, the only difference was that he had a bedroom downstairs, while they all had rooms upstairs. The doctor merely smiled at Harry and said that he was lucky he slept downstairs, because Jack must have come through an upstairs window, and figured the only occupants were the ones upstairs.
Only Harry would know that the doctor's conclusion wasn't true.
xXx
Before returning home from the hospital, Vernon stopped and bought locks for every single window and door for their house. Every door except for the door to Harry's cupboard. In fact, Vernon stated that they would start leaving his door open and unlocked "as a distraction."
"Maybe if he sees you he'll leave us alone," Vernon said with a cruel smile the first night he did.
Though nothing happened that first night; nor the next several. At least, nothing happened at the house. Harry could have sworn he saw a man in a black hoodie loitering in the shadows both near the primary school and at the park. Harry wondered if Eyeless Jack was angry at not being able to find him that night and was now planning to ambush him as soon as he was alone.
He made sure to stay as close to other people as possible.
Meanwhile, Dudley apparently didn't notice a thing. Ever since he came back to school he was telling anyone who would listen about his "battle scar" from his run in with "The Infamous Eyeless Jack," and lifting his shirt to show people.
Harry's Friday continued like this most of the day, at least until Dudley and is gang finally got bored and wanted to "play" with him after school. He had no choice but to run from them, passed all the other students, passed the leaving teachers, out of the building. They chased him down the block and through back alley ways. He was waiting for them to waste enough time that their parents would come looking for them.
He didn't get to waste enough time though, he tripped on an unseen object and they were able to catch up to him. They crowded around him and kicked him while he was down. They taunted and laughed at him, telling him how scared he would have been if he had tried to face Eyeless Jack like Dudley had.
"Yeah," Harry spat. "I bet he didn't tell you the part where he started crying as soon as he saw the scar."
The bullies jeered at him and called him a liar. Harry sighed, he was used to no one believing him.
Piers Polkiss, Dudley's second in command, pulled out a box cutter razor and proclaimed, in a mocking voice, that Harry was feeling left out. Since the rest of his family had matching scars, it was only fair for Harry to have one too, but since Eyeless Jack couldn't, they would have to instead.
Harry had a look of pure horror, wondering where Piers could have possibly gotten that, but at the same time didn't want to know; that kid was twisted.
"Get away from me!" Harry yelled, backing into a wall.
The bullies all grinned and pinned his arms and legs down, while Piers and Dudley came closer with the razor.
"No, Dudley please don't do this-"
Eyeless Jack had been contemplating whether to return to the Dursley house and harvest more organs, or just leave them be. In recent years he only took the kidneys, as that was normally what he craved, then left his victims alone… most of the time, anyway.
But the Dursley family just disgusted him (oh the irony) with their actions and personalities. The cruel way they treated their nephew – whom he finally found out was named Harry Potter, from a teacher calling attendance – just made his mind flash back to the horrors done to him. The Dursleys were no cult, but they had the cruelty of the cult members; doing horrible things to an innocent with a smile, seeing nothing wrong with what they were doing.
He also just didn't like them in general. The aunt was two-faced and loved to both discuss and start gossip for her entertainment, no matter who she hurt. She always made up excuses to screech at Harry, and even tried to hit him with a frying pan one morning! The uncle had a bad temper, constantly lied, cheated, and never liked to take any blame, always pinning it on others. Vernon was also more physically abusive to Harry, than his wife. The cousin was a spoiled brat, a bully, and seemed to have the worst of his parents' traits all rolled into one. He also was the one that physically hurt Harry the most.
Eyeless Jack had seen the "game" Dudley and his little gang of bullies "played" with Harry before, where they would chase him all throughout the neighborhood, eventually corner him, and beat him up. They were horrible for children who should only be in like first grade right now.
Eyeless Jack was witnessing a game of "Harry Hunting" that Friday. He was easily able to keep up with the group, and watched as they cornered Harry against an alley wall.
This time was different though, they weren't just going to use their fists and feet. This time, the little rat-faced boy held up a box cutter as the others held the smaller boy down. Eyeless stood in the shadows and watched Dudley as he grinned at Harry's terrified look.
Oh yeah, I'm going back there, he decided. If only give the Dursley brat the same scared, horrified feeling that Harry had right now.
He sighed to himself and wondered when his human side started making him soft.
"No, Dudley please don't do this!"
That phrase made Eyeless Jack's blood run cold. For him everything stopped, time stood still, and he was dragged back into his memories, to that night in the woods where he lost his humanity.
He couldn't see or hear the scene going on in the real world. All he could see was Jenny smiling as she held up a spoon that she would use to gouge out his eyes. All he could hear was her giggle, and cheerful voice say "All hail lord chernobog" as she plunged the spoon into his eye sockets and dug around, prying out his eyes and tearing his eyelids beyond repair.
He had begged similar words to her, "No! Jenny no! Please, please don't do this!" he had cried. But she still did it. She did it with a smile on her face. She did it thinking that it was perfectly okay.
…They were doing to Harry what she, and the rest of those crazy bastards, did to him. Hurting an innocent for their own gains, hurting someone with smiles on their faces, hurting someone and thinking it was fine for them to do so.
He clenched his fists and emerged from the shadows, too enraged by painful memories to think clearly.
By the time Eyeless Jack had stepped away from the shadows and towards the group, the box cutter had already carved a large gash into Harry's skin. Harry grit his teeth and tried not to think about the pain.
He was gazing beyond the bullies, trying to focus on something else. Because of that, he was the first to see Jack approach. He froze under the hands that pinned him down, his breathing sped up, and his voice caught in his throat. One of the bullies noticed his lack of struggling and wide eyed expression, and turned around to see what caused it.
As his eyes fell upon the masked man who was stalking closer, and closer, a horrified scream tore through his throat and alerted the others.
The entire group looked up, Piers dropped the razor, and they all screamed and jumped up in panic, some trampling over each other, trying to run out of the alley. Dudley started sobbing that Eyeless Jack came back for his organs as he ran stumbling behind his friends.
Only Harry was left on the cold, dirty ground, half trampled on and bleeding. He didn't have enough energy to pick up the box cutter, left forgotten next to him, to try to defend himself.
The eyeless man loomed over him. Harry's heart was beating out of his chest as he prayed it would end quickly. His green eyes watched as Eyeless Jack knelt down and grasped the box cutter in his hand. The heavy suspense trapped the air in his lungs. Eyeless just crouched there, staring at him. Harry stared back.
Suddenly Eyeless Jack stood back up. Harry's jaw dropped as he watched him turn around and exit the alley. He laid there for a while in shock, never looking away from the direction that Eyeless Jack went.
xXx
When Harry returned home he found his relatives huddled together on the sofa with two police officers sitting across from them.
"Oh. There you are, bo- um, Harry," Vernon said upon noticing him in the doorway. "Dudley told us you were with them when that thing came back for him."
Harry only gave a slight nod of confirmation.
"We weren't sure what happened to you..." Vernon trailed off.
Probably hoped he got me, thought Harry, bitterly.
"Son," one of the officers addressed him. "Why is your side bleeding?"
In response, Harry lifted his shirt to display the large gash on his side. The officers gasped.
"Did he…?" The other officer asked.
"No," Harry said. "I heard voices, I think people were coming our way. I guess he heard them too because he ran. I got up and ran too, after he left."
He didn't want Vernon to know that Eyeless Jack apparently didn't want his organs, or else he would stop leaving his cupboard door open, and he enjoyed his nightly freedom too much for that to stop. Besides, they would just call him a liar if he said who really cut him.
The officers took him to the hospital to get stitches and finish questioning him.
xXx
That night Dudley slept in bed with his parents, their bedroom door locked. And probably barricaded, Harry thought with a grin.
Harry's cupboard door was once again left open, and he was taking advantage of it; currently pouring himself a drink in the kitchen. He loved being up when the Dursleys weren't and he wasn't expected to do any chores. Plus, they couldn't catch him drinking milk instead of water.
Carrying his glass out of the kitchen, he decided to sneak a book out of Dudley's second bedroom and read for a while, not wanting to sleep yet. He tiptoed up the stairs, avoiding the steps he knew would creak, and made his way up to the bedroom door, unhinging the lock as quietly as possible, he swiftly opened the door to avoid a squeaking sound.
He entered and skimmed through the pile of unwanted books before choosing a random one that had a crazy looking old lady with a fly in her mouth, on the cover.
As he walked out of the room with the book under his arm, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw Eyeless Jack, carrying a sack over his shoulder, and walking out of Dudley's room towards his aunt and uncle's bedroom. Eyeless turned and looked over at Harry. The two just stared at each other for a minute before Jack brought a finger to his unseen lips and whispered "shhhh," before picking the lock and entering the bedroom, gently closing and locking the door behind him.
Harry knew that what Eyeless Jack was about to do wasn't good, and he should go call the police before the masked man could do anything. However, he knew that what his relatives always did to him wasn't good either, and no one ever called the police for him. And after hear his aunt and uncle rant that day about how they wished "that cannibal freak" would have just eaten Harry and left the rest of their normal family alone, and how much easier it would be for them if he was dead so he could no longer be a burden to them… Well, Harry figured if that was how they felt about him, he should feel the same way about them.
Besides, they call both of us freaks, Harry thought to himself as he walked down the stairs, deciding to call the police in the morning if the Dursleys didn't come downstairs, and freaks should stick together.
xXx
The next morning Harry woke up early, which was normal for him, and called the police after seeing that his aunt hadn't come down. The Dursleys were taken to the hospital – several vital organs were missing from each of them, but they would live.
Meanwhile, the possibly abusive situation of Harry Potter was being investigated, after discovering the "real" reason Harry seemed to be able to avoid Eyeless Jack was because they made him sleep in a cupboard under the stairs. He told them that luckily he had been able to call the police because his uncle hadn't been locking him inside recently, hoping that the unlocked door would make it easier for Eyeless Jack to find Harry instead of them.
Harry gave them no mercy: he talked about every single horrible thing they had done to him, and even bursting into tears, then apologized since it all just "spilled out." By the end of the week, Petunia and Vernon would be under arrest, and Dudley's situation examined. They spoke to Vernon's sister, "aunt marge," who not only refused to take Harry in, but also winded up putting herself under investigation because of the hurtful things she had to say against a seven year old (she initially believed that they were investigating because Harry had done something bad, not Vernon and Petunia).
Harry was sent to an orphanage, but he was okay with this because the officers made sure it was one of the nicer ones. Funny enough, Harry still saw Eyeless Jack from time to time. Harry wondered if perhaps the man grew as fond of Harry, as Harry had of him.
For the next month, Harry was happy. But the happiness didn't last.
One morning a grim looking officer, whom Harry recognized as one of the ones who worked on his abuse case, came to the orphanage and told Harry that the Dursleys had mysteriously been cleared of all charges. Harry paled, knowing that his uncle really would kill him as soon as he saw him. The officer told him that tomorrow morning he would be escorted back to the Dursleys, who had magically already found donors for their missing organs, and were back home.
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Harry as he went about his day numbly. That night, he finally broke down on his bed and cried at the unfairness of it all.
Around midnight he heard a noise at his window, he looked up to see Eyeless Jack open it from the outside and climb in.
"Hi Jack," Harry whispered.
Eyeless Jack paused at Harry's tear-stained face, and tilted his head questioningly. Harry wiped his eyes with his sleeve and looked down.
"Somehow... Somehow the abuse charges were dropped," Harry gulped, his mouth dry. "I'm being brought back tomorrow morning."
Jack's eye sockets widened in surprise behind the mask.
"How?" His soft voice rumbled from disuse.
Harry almost smiled. He learned that Eyeless Jack didn't talk much, and did a lot to avoid it, so Harry always felt special when Jack actually spoke to him. It put him in a slightly better mood.
"I don't know," Harry told him. "What I do know is that they'll murder me as soon as they see me. They may have been cleared of all charges, but I still ruined their reputation. …You can have my organs when they do," he tried to joke.
Eyeless growled, meaning he did not find it funny.
"Sorry," Harry sighed.
They sat in silence for a few hours, each deep in their own thoughts. Finally, Jack stood up, but instead of leaving he walked over to Harry and put his hand on the boy's shoulder. Harry looked up at him.
"Come," was all that Jack to him, and jerked his head towards the open window.
Harry first looked confused, then stunned for a moment, before he grinned, jumped up and grabbed his small backpack full of belongings, and followed Eyeless Jack to the window.
xXx
In the morning no one could find Harry. His things were missing and his window was wide open.
Some thought he ran away and escaped through the window; others doubted this because his room was on the second floor and there wasn't a stable way to get down. Some thought, based on the scratches on the window sill that resembled claw marks, that Eyeless Jack finally tracked Harry down and ate him whole. But if that was the case, others argued, than why were his things missing.
No one but those who could think up the most bizarre conspiracy theories, could imagine what truly happened.
Albus Dumbledore, the one who removed the charges against the Dursleys in order for Harry to go back and live with them, all in the name of the greater good, could not fathom the truth either.
Nor could he locate Harry (or Eyeless Jack if he knew to try). They were always traveling, never having a permanent home, which made their movements hard to track. Plus, though none of them actually knew this, because Eyeless Jack sometimes associates with The Operator (more commonly known as Slender Man) he picks up a small amount of sigma radiation from him that is strong enough to act as a sort of ward to block any tracking spells, but weak enough that it doesn't cause Harry to have symptoms of "the sickness."
This meant that Dumbledore would have to wait until Harry turned up at Hogwarts, to keep him safe from Voldemort and his followers.
I think I'm going to have a separate chapter for "Bonus Scenes". I can think of 5 Bonus scenes, they'll be:
1. A Day in the Life of
2. Why They Called Me a Freak
3. Slender Mansion
4. Platform 9 & 3/4
5. None of Your Business Old Man