As he laid there, he wondered how it could of gone so wrong, how the tide could of turned against them and flooded their society how they could of been so, so foolish, and how they could of placed all their trust in that green eyed menace...
'Up! get up now!' suddenly pierced the darkness. 'Up!' it came again, calling to him, calling to the boy sleeping, with his head on the desk, vials of liquid spread over its hard, worn surface. As he was risen from the land of Morpheus, he wiped the sleep out of his eyes and shuffled the papers around, though it didn't help. He slowly stood up, wincing as he heard his spine emit a painful cracking noise 'I guess I fell asleep on the job again, huh?' he mumbled to himself. He did so as he didn't want his 'Guardians' to hear him make any note of disapproval. Walking over to the door, the boy straightened his lab coat while attempting, and failing, to tame the rat warren that was his hair. As soon as he was downstairs the owner of that shrill voice was all over him. 'Get that bacon ready! and I don't want it burnt! It'll ruin Duddikin's special day!' As he slaved at the stove he heard the thud of a beached whale walking downstairs. Harry sighed as he opened a pocket on his lab coat, pulling out a plastic capped syringe filled with a liquid called 'H2PVLv' discretely he flipped the cap off and injected it into his arm, causing extreme pupil dilation and rapid pulse. Now awoken fully Harry continued to cook the bacon until perfection, he only paused to add a brown fluid onto the bacon, a fluid that seeped into the bacon and dissipated from view. He gave off a little smirk as he prepared to heart attack inducing amount of food onto two plates, and a single slice of bacon on the other plate, which help a dressing of salad and toast. Harry delivered the food and swiftly, and briskly, walked away from the table to observe whether his latest experiment was a success. Soon enough, he rushed to the house phone as he saw all three fall victim to a complete pulmonary failure. As he inflicted a sense of worry and fear into his tone he called the emergency services and desperately told them of his location, (4 Privet Drive) the condition (unstable) and what they were suffering from (Heart attack). Blue light flashing, Harry sat on what felt like a stone covered in a light layer of padding. As he drifted into a land of darkness, Harry saw a blurry image coming towards his person.