This
is a short ficlet about the ride home from platform 9¾ after his fourth year. I
just finished reading GOF for like the seventh time and was feeling very very
depressed.
The Long Ride Home
Vernon
Dursley waited impatiently for his cursed nephew Harry Potter to arrive at the
train station. His eyes bulged slightly as he saw Harry and several others walk
out of the wall between platforms 9 and 10. He scowled expecting to see Harry
laughing and joking with his disgusting little friends. By the time Harry
reached him with his school, things in tow the big man saw that he was wrong.
Harry
looked horrible. Worse, even than before he had learned the truth about his
parents. He was paler than usual and he had circles under his eyes. Wordlessly
he stood beside him, waiting to be led to the car. His shoulders were slumped
and he looked as if he expected a blow to fall any moment.
Vernon
grunted and walked off, not looking back as the boy walked behind him. A thick
ball of apprehension had worked its way into the pit of his stomach. What could
be so horrible, that it would make the irrepressible Harry Potter act so downtrodden?
Nothing had ever crushed him the way he seemed to be crushed as he loaded his
trunk into the backseat along with the dark quiet cage that held his filthy
owl, and sat in the front passenger seat beside his uncle.
Vernon
started the car and moved into traffic. At the second stoplight, he glanced at
Harry. His long unkempt hair fell over his forehead, shadowing his bright green
eyes; it made him look older and somehow ominous.
Finally,
he spoke to the boy, the harsh words tumbling out, "What the heck is wrong with
you boy? Break your precious broomstick or something?" Vernon sneered outwardly
but inwardly he went cold as Harry looked up at him, wetness glimmering behind
his heavy eyelashes.
"One
of the best boys I know died. I would give anything to take his place, or
avenge his death. However, I am stuck here with you. So I would appreciate it if
you didn't speak to me the rest of the summer." Harry's voice was a dangerous
whisper.
Vernon
blinked as a horn behind him honked. The light had turned green.
This
was my first hp fic did it suck?