Part 1 - Aura's Confusion
(A/N - Hey everyone! I'm really new at using ff.net, so please bear with me as I figure all this out! ^.^ I hope you enjoy my story. I decided to do something more original than just writing about Harry's later years, so I wrote about his earlier ones! Enjoy! And be a good reader and review or I'll beat you up! ^^; )
It was the third time that week that Aura Borealis saw the same small, black-haired boy run from the clutches of Dudley Dursley, the most formidable school bully, and his minions -- Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon. Punch him back! Aura always thought whenever she witnessed this, but he never did. He never seemed to do anything at all, except get tortured by Dudley's gang.
Today, the gang had him cornered inside an alcove in the school's walls. A small crowd grew to watch the fate of this poor, skinny boy with big pants, big glasses, and a big bully out to get him.
"That's so cruel!" said Aura as she watched the group around him swell.
"What, you thinkin' of doin' something?" replied her best friend, Ichino, with a bitter smile on her face. "Sorry, but you'll be dead if that Dursley boy SITS on you," said Ichino, holding up one of Aura's skinny arms. "He'll crush your bones."
Aura's face fell. Somewhere, in her small, naïve, nine-year-old brain (but smarter than most kids' in her class), she knew something was eating that boy from the inside. She knew something terrible had happened to him, but wasn't sure just what. She had to help him!
Ichino hugged her small friend. "I think it's bad too..."
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Harry panicked as he reached a dead end in the school. Now what am I gonna do, he thought to himself as he tried to catch his breath. I can run faster than them, but I can't fight! He tried to look calm and composed as his pursuers strolled into the cove, sweating like pigs but chuckling evilly. They weren't COMPLETELY stupid; they knew when their prey was helpless.
"You can run, Potty-face, but ya can't get away now!" Dudley spoke, his piggy nose positively quivering with excitement. He snapped his fat fingers and his friends moved up and tried to snatch at his arms. Harry pulled his arms away, closed his eyes and tried a quick punch, but his fist met only air. Piers began to laugh.
"You think you can fight us? We'll beat you up!" Piers balled up his ratlike hand and it took a well-placed hit right on Harry's nose. Harry's head hit the back wall and the rubbish bins with the impact of the punch, and tasted blood from his nose. He could have sworn he heard two cracks, instead of just the one that signaled his glasses breaking. Somebody please help me! Harry cried in desperation, closed his eyes, and jumped up to avoid a kick from Dennis.
A flash of lime-colored light brought Harry to his senses. He pryed open a swollen eye and saw only sky. He opened the other. Sky. He looked down, and gasped.
(A/N - Should I stop here and leave you in suspense?? ::evil grin:: )