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Mission impossible

Håkon: This chapter will be much more enjoyable when listening to the Mission Impossible theme song...by Limp bizkit

Ingrid: Yay!

Harry was lying unconscious in the cupboard.

Vernon had been drunk again; it seemed to be happening more and more often nowadays. And Vernon wasn't particularly fond of Harry when he was drunk...not that he liked him when he wasn't drunk, he just really really didn't like him drunk.

So when he came home that night and found Harry fast asleep in his room instead of finishing the list of chores (which, by the way, was ridiculously long and impossible to do in just a day) he got mad. Very mad.

He had spent two whole hours beating the boy and finished by throwing him back in his old bedroom, the cupboard under the stairs.

And that's why Harry was now lying unconscious in the cupboard.

At the same time, in the house next door...

Thomas Rogers had just finished eating dinner with his wife and son and was now about to take out the garbage, when he heard hushed voices from outside the door.

"Wouldn't it have been a good idea to find out where he lived before we set out on this ridiculous rescue mission. I mean...honestly" A man's voice said, sounding tired and inpatient (and just a tad bitchy)

"I mean. you, of all people, should know. Doesn't Dumbledore tell you anything?"

"It would be a hell of a lot easier to remember if you'd stop bitching about it for ten bloody seconds." Another man snapped.

"No need to be rude, I was merely pointing out the fact that we are lost" The first voice hissed back.

"Are we there yet?" A younger voice said, this one also male.

"I have to pee" A girl complained

"Well, you should have gone before we left...Go behind the bushes"

"What? No! I don't want to…" The girl-voice cried.

"Would you bitches shut up?" The second man roared.

"Why don't we just ask someone for directions?" The boy asked

"I DO NOT NEED THE HELP OF SOME MUGGLE!"

"Oh, for the sake of...I'LL DO IT" the first man exclaimed

Thomas Rogers quickly backed away from the door as he heard a knock on the door. Not really wanting to meet whoever it was, he hesitantly turned the knob. He opened it a little bit and peeked out..

"Er...yes?" he asked

"Muggle! Do you know the whereabouts of the young mister. Potter?" A tall man with long blonde hair asked.

"Er...What?"

"The Potter kid! Where.Does.He.Live?" A smaller blonde asked slowly, as if talking to a small child.

"Er..." Not knowing what to say he pointed to the house right next door, Nr. 4 Private Drive

"What? We've walked around here for ages and he lives here...right next door! Man!" the girl said, throwing her hands up.

"Shut up, nitwit!" the blonde boy snapped

"You shut up, DeDe" the girl answered

"Stop calling me that"

"Or what? You'll hurt me?"

"I can try"

"good luck"

The boy opened his mouth to answer when tallest of the men, a pale man with black hair and a little hooked nose cut him off.

"If you don't both shut up, I'm going to personally tie you sodding kids up and make you go to one of The Dark Lord's 'tea-parties'." He said and glared

Thomas Rogers was now getting really frightened. Who wouldn't be? First someone calls him a...muggle, whatever that is. Then they want to know where Harry Potter lives, now Rogers didn't really know the teenager next door, but he had heard the Dursleys talk about him. Apparently he was some big time criminal who went to a school for juvies. St. Brutus or something of the sort. And now kids were being threatened. Who the hell is The Dark Lord?

Rogers took a few steps back when the dark man pulled something out from his robe (what's with the freaky clothes anyway?).

"Sorry to have bothered you, I assure you, this will all be forgotten in the morning, if not sooner. Obliviate!"

The last thing Rogers saw was a bright light before he slipped into a calmed state of mind, not remembering anything that had happened the last ten minutes. Humming happily to himself, he took out the garbage. He only frowned a bit when he saw four oddly dressed people approach the house next door. People nowadays, always trying to stand out he thought to himself as he entered the house again.

The raven haired boy in the cupboard was completely oblivious to his surroundings. He didn't notice the door being unlocked and he didn't see four figures hovering over him and he didn't hear their hushed conversation..er..argument.

"Alright, let's do this shit" the girl said, clapping her hands.

AN: there you have it, folks! The first chapter of our story! Now, if you press the little button in the corner which says 'go' and leave a review for us we will be very happy. In fact, we will do a happy dance! Yupyup.

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Leader of the 'track down peter pettigrew and kill him in a horrible way' hunting squad and

Second leader of the 'track down peter pettigrew and kill him in a horrible way' hunting squad