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Chapter Two: The Rescue
Proceeding downstairs, Harry could hear his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon in the sitting room talking about the latest advances Vernon was hoping to make in his career. Dudley was in the kitchen, watching television, and munching loudly on biscuits. Harry cautiously crept into the kitchen behind Dudley, waiting in anticipation for the powder to work its magic. But nothing happened.
Next, Harry tried going into the sitting room, thinking that maybe the powder only had an effect on grownups. His uncle and aunt didn't notice him standing in the doorway, they rarely did; notice him that is. Feeling frustrated with himself, Harry sat down on the stairs. Sirius had gone to all that trouble to give him a little treat and all Harry could do was mess it up.
Just then, Dudley was passing by to get his gameboy. But he stopped when he saw Harry sitting on the stairs. His eyes widened and a look of terror flooded his face. His mouth opened wide as if to scream but, as it did, Dudley suddenly got very stiff and stopped moving. Harry looked at him quizzically.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked the motionless Dudley but there was no answer.
"C'mon Dudley, knock it off, I'm not in the mood to be punished right now," but still nothing.
"All right, so you can't hear me, huh lardass?" demanded Harry getting annoyed, "What's that pieface? Your toe itches but you can't see over your stomach to find where to scratch it?"
Dudley didn't move and Harry started to get scared. He waved his hand in front of Dudley's frozen expression. Nothing. Harry inched his way around Dudley (not an easy feat considering Dudley's size and the narowness of the stairs) and went into the sitting room again, hoping to look as if he had taken no part in the recent state of Dudley.
Once in the sitting room, Harry grabbed a random book and sat down nonchalantly in a chair. Both his aunt and uncle turned to look at him.
"And just what do you think you're doing down here?" his uncle demanded but Harry gave no response, "Boy, I am in no mood for games. When I ask you a question, you better bloody well answer it!"
Harry gave up and put down the book. The effect was instantaneous. Both his aunt and uncle froze and the color started to drain from their faces. Harry stood up abruptly, shocked. It must have been the Umolgi powder! It couldn't be just a coincidence that his aunt, uncle, and cousin all had the same reaction when they made eye contact with him.
Harry didn't know how long the spell would last so he quickly raced up to his room and started throwing his things into a trunk. Barely pausing, he dragged his now full trunk to the top of the stairs and pushed it down them, bowling Dudley over. Harry winced but could see that Dudley was slowly regaining movement. He didn't have much time. Grabbing Hedwig, Harry dashed out of the front door, lugging his trunk behind him.
Slamming the door behind him, Harry made his way to the end of the block and around the corner, huffing and puffing from the weight of his belongings. He took a deep breath and thought Now how am I going to get to the Burrow? The answer came to him almost instantaneously: the Knight Bus. Harry, remembering the signal, hailed it down and, almost instantly, the Knight Bus was at his feet.
Chapter Two: The Rescue
Proceeding downstairs, Harry could hear his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon in the sitting room talking about the latest advances Vernon was hoping to make in his career. Dudley was in the kitchen, watching television, and munching loudly on biscuits. Harry cautiously crept into the kitchen behind Dudley, waiting in anticipation for the powder to work its magic. But nothing happened.
Next, Harry tried going into the sitting room, thinking that maybe the powder only had an effect on grownups. His uncle and aunt didn't notice him standing in the doorway, they rarely did; notice him that is. Feeling frustrated with himself, Harry sat down on the stairs. Sirius had gone to all that trouble to give him a little treat and all Harry could do was mess it up.
Just then, Dudley was passing by to get his gameboy. But he stopped when he saw Harry sitting on the stairs. His eyes widened and a look of terror flooded his face. His mouth opened wide as if to scream but, as it did, Dudley suddenly got very stiff and stopped moving. Harry looked at him quizzically.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked the motionless Dudley but there was no answer.
"C'mon Dudley, knock it off, I'm not in the mood to be punished right now," but still nothing.
"All right, so you can't hear me, huh lardass?" demanded Harry getting annoyed, "What's that pieface? Your toe itches but you can't see over your stomach to find where to scratch it?"
Dudley didn't move and Harry started to get scared. He waved his hand in front of Dudley's frozen expression. Nothing. Harry inched his way around Dudley (not an easy feat considering Dudley's size and the narowness of the stairs) and went into the sitting room again, hoping to look as if he had taken no part in the recent state of Dudley.
Once in the sitting room, Harry grabbed a random book and sat down nonchalantly in a chair. Both his aunt and uncle turned to look at him.
"And just what do you think you're doing down here?" his uncle demanded but Harry gave no response, "Boy, I am in no mood for games. When I ask you a question, you better bloody well answer it!"
Harry gave up and put down the book. The effect was instantaneous. Both his aunt and uncle froze and the color started to drain from their faces. Harry stood up abruptly, shocked. It must have been the Umolgi powder! It couldn't be just a coincidence that his aunt, uncle, and cousin all had the same reaction when they made eye contact with him.
Harry didn't know how long the spell would last so he quickly raced up to his room and started throwing his things into a trunk. Barely pausing, he dragged his now full trunk to the top of the stairs and pushed it down them, bowling Dudley over. Harry winced but could see that Dudley was slowly regaining movement. He didn't have much time. Grabbing Hedwig, Harry dashed out of the front door, lugging his trunk behind him.
Slamming the door behind him, Harry made his way to the end of the block and around the corner, huffing and puffing from the weight of his belongings. He took a deep breath and thought Now how am I going to get to the Burrow? The answer came to him almost instantaneously: the Knight Bus. Harry, remembering the signal, hailed it down and, almost instantly, the Knight Bus was at his feet.
