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Chapter two
Kidnap!!!!
Harry Potter was not pleased.
Harry glared at the pile of letters lying on the table in front of him. Day after day letters would come for him. The same parchment, the same green ink, and the same owl.
This stalker was a persistent one.
Harry glared at the seemingly innocent letters. He had tried all meanings of disposing of them from throwing them in the fireplace to ripping them to shreds, but they keep on coming.
"Maybe actually reading them would make them stop." Harry thought to himself.
He paused. Did he really want to risk opening one. A brief flashback of an anime he once watched flashed across his mind. There had been a man who was stalked by some fan girl, so this fan girl sent him a letter one day and when the man opened it…well lets just say you don't want to know.
That in mind Harry picked up the letters and threw them into the fireplace.
Harry watched the letters burn. How many more letters would die in this fireplace? Would there ever be a stop to the dreaded letters.
Harry scolded himself. Of course the letters would stop. Either the stalker would give up on Harry and move on to different prey, the world would run out of trees thus ending all letters and paperwork and destroying the only source of oxygen the world has, thus killing everyone due to suffocation and causing the end of the world, or they would die.
"Or I could call the cops." Harry thought.
Would the cops help much? Probably not.
Harry's thoughts returned to the conversation earlier today. Uncle Vernon proclaimed that if the letters continued they would leave Privet Drive until they did stop.
Harry frowned to himself. He didn't want to drive his family out of the house. Surly the stalker wasn't that dangerous.
Harry paused for a moment. Now that he thought about it, his family was acting a little strange. What was so scary about the letters to them. Uncle Vernon seemed on edge every time he received a letter. And even Petunia winched the time he had asked her if he should just give up and open the letter.
"Perhaps…" Harry mussed. "If the address didn't include the size of my bedroom I would have not been so scared and would have just took it as any other letter. And then the owl…."
Harry glanced at the clock. Midnight. Yes the letters even came at midnight.
Harry pulled his hand through his hair. Seven hours. In seven hours if he received one more letter they were leaving.
Harry opened his laptop and rested it on his lap. It would be a long seven hours. He refused to sleep for fear the stalker would be in his room when he awoke.
Harry glared at the screen of his laptop. No internet access at this time.
Yes, it would be a long seven hours.
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Seven hours and seven CSI: Crime Scene Investigation episodes later the three Dursleys and one Potter stood at the doorway of Number four Privet Drive with there suitcases.
"Now remember kids.." Uncle Vernon began. "We are not coming back here until those blasted letters stop. So if you forgot anything we cant come back for it."
Harry nodded in understanding while Dudley complained.
Dudley angrily stomped down the driveway toward the car and slammed the door open and took his seat on left side of the back seat.
Harry followed his only friend and took his place in the right side of the back seat. He stared at his sulking cousin. No Dudley was not pleased about this trip. Harry couldn't blame him, most people didn't like to be driven out of there home because there cousins had a stalker.
Harry turned his head to stare out the window. It was strange, but he had a feeling deep in the pit of his stomach.
A feeling that he won't see this place again for a long time.
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Harry stared a the cottage they would be living in for who-knows-how-long.
It was dusty. Very, very dusty. Very dirty. He didn't like it one itty-bitty-bit.
He glared at the dust-bunnies that flew around the room when Dudley plopped down on the couch.
Harry hated dust. And dirt. And germs. And anything that had anything to do with messes.
Were did dust come from anyway? Oh yes, pollution. Pollution was to blame for everything dusty. Not global warming.
Harry plopped down on the couch beside Dudley and glared at the dust that flew. Yes, dust truly was evil.
Harry pulled out the Hunchback of Notre Dame and began reading it. Victor truly was a genius for creating Clopin, The King of Gypsies. Harry smiled to himself, Clopin was someone that could put a smile on anyone's face. He was just the right amount of crazy.
But then came Frollo. Harry lost his smile.
Dom Claude Frollo. Or in the Disney, Judge Claude Frollo.
In the novel he is the thirty-six year old Archdeacon of Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris. Frollo is compassionate and loving, rescuing the abandoned Hunchback and raising him as a son. And a adored scholar whom feared women. Then he fell for Esmeralda and begged for her love. He grew mad and soon obsessed over her to the point were no other could have her. And tried to take her for his own. And then was pushed to his death.
In Disney, He is the minister of justice with a strong hate for gypsies. He was a cold-blooded man whom killed the Hunchbacks mother and attempted to drown him before the archdeacon saved him. He forced the Hunchback to live in the bell tower never to come down. Frollo became well known as the most evil of the Disney villains, openly committing lechery, genocide, and bigotry.
Harry laughed to himself. If was almost funny how overboard Disney took Frollo's situation. A man fell from grace, and they made it seem like he always was evil. Its sad.
In a way Harry felt horrible for the book Frollo. To love and obsess for a women so much as to beg for her love. But he was over looked. For the one he loved already had a lover.
Harry laughed more. One thing that would make a man go man was to be denied something he truly wanted.
An image flashed across Harry's mind. A boy in the bathroom begging a girl to love him. The girl refused. He killed her in his rage.
A angry boy. A resentful boy. A clever boy. A orphan boy.
A not-so-evil man named Tom.
Harry blinked. Was he finally losing the little bit of normality he had. Honestly imaginary people in his head. Oh if Uncle Vernon knew about this there would be hell to pay. He could just hear about the abnormality of thinking of people that didn't even exist.
Harry paused. But didn't existence mean 'to be'. Surly if someone made them up in there minds they existed right? Even if they were never born they would still be in someone's mind thus rendering them as indeed existing. For as long as someone is remembered only then do they exist, so whom is to say Tom didn't exist as long has Harry thought about him. Perhaps as long as someone thought it was there, then it is there.
If that is the case then perhaps there can be a such thing as dragons or goblins as long as there is someone to think of them. Then mythological people like Merlin or Zeus were real and proving the somewhat existence of God.
Harry sighed to himself. "Or maybe I'm thinking to deeply."
Harry glanced at Petunia, his mother, whom had taken it upon herself to clean their little home-away-from-home. Then uncle Vernon who was seeing to it that his stomach was full. And finally Dudley, who was still sitting beside Harry on the couch. Dudley was peering at Harry's book.
"You haven't read me that one yet Harry." Dudley stated the fact.
Yes, as much as Dudley hated reading and books he loved to let Harry read aloud to him. It was like TV in his head, he once told Harry. And things in books tend to be more detailed and over all better then in movies where they leave out some big things.
So when Dudley was board and had nothing to watch on TV he came to Harry.
There was no TV here.
Harry began from Chapter One.
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Several hours, one book, and a new Frollo and Clopin fan later Harry found himself lying on the dusty stone floor of the cottage. He simply could not let his only friend sleep on the floor.0
Harry glanced at Dudley's watch, Midnight. His eyes returned to the drawing of a cake on the floor.
"Happy Birthday Harry, make a wish." He said to himself before blowing out the imaginary candles.
Just as the last candle was blown a crash was heard. Dudley shot out of the couch and fell on Harry.
"Ouff." Harry found himself gapping.
Uncle Vernon and Petunia ran down the stairs. Uncle Vernon held a shot-gun in his hands.
The crash was heard again. Dudley rolled off Harry, much to Harry's relief, and ran over to the farthest corner of the room.
Another crash.
Harry sprang from the floor and did the smart thing. He hid behind a pillar and hopped whatever it was would not find him.
A final crash was heard and the door feel to the ground. Harry peeked from behind the pillar. A giant man stood at the doorway. The man was dressed in what seemed to be a brown trench coat. The man had a scruffy beard and tangled hair. He held a purple umbrella in his hand.
"Sorry 'bout tha'." The giant apologized and picked up the door. He placed it back on the hedges.
"I demand that you leave at once, this is breaking in entry." Uncle Vernon screamed pointing the gun at the giant.
The giant rolled his eyes. He stepped closer to Uncle Vernon, "Dry up Dursley you great prune." Then he grabbed the gun and bent it. The shot when threw the roof instead of at the giant.
The giant turned toward Dudley and walked towards him. "Boy I haven't seen you since you 'ere a baby Harry. You 're a bit more long then I would've expected. Especially 'right there in the middle." He smiled.
Harry was appalled. "How could he smile while insulting my cousin?"
"I-I'm not Harry." Dudley stuttered.
Harry came from behind the pillar. "I am."
The giant looked over from Dudley to Harry. He seemed taken aback a bit. "Well of coarse you are. You've got Lily's eyes you do. And I suppose you have….err…James hair?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. Lily? James? He never heard of them.
The giant smiled. "Here I've got something for you. I'm afraid I might have sat on it at some point but its still good."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box tied together by some blue ribbon. He opened the box. Inside was a cake with pink frosting with the words 'Happy Birthday Harry!' written in green on the top.
"Thank you." Harry said gratefully. He sat the box down on the table carefully.
The giant looked proud. "Baked it myself I have. And its not everyday your young man turns eleven now is it?"
The giant plopped down on the couch and pulled out his umbrella. He pointed it to the fireplace and two fireballs shot out lighting the fire.
Harry stared. "How did he do that?"
Harry glanced over at Petunia and uncle Vernon. They looked sick. They each shared a worried look.
Harry turned toward Dudley. He stared onward scared out of his wits.
Harry turned back toward the giant. "Excuse me…" The giant look toward him. "Who are you?"
The giant nodded. "Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of keys and Games at Hogwarts. Of course you know all about Hogwarts."
Harry paused. "Hogwarts?"
"What you don't know Hogwarts?" Hagrid asked. Harry shook his head. "Blimy Harry didn't you ever wonder where your parents learned it all."
"Learned what?" Harry asked.
"You're a wizard Harry." Hagrid told as-a-mater-of-fact-ly.
Harry was blown away. Was this guy kidding. He breaks in and scares everyone half to death, insults his cousin, shots fire out his laser umbrella, and now he is making up stories about him being a wizard. That was not good in Harry's book.
Harry walked towards the door and held it open. "Please take your jokes and leave."
Hagrid looked astounded. "What?"
"I don't like it when people joke around with me. So please leave." Harry stated.
"Wait its true. Didn't you ever make anything happen. Anything you couldn't explain, when you where angry or scared?" Hagrid asked.
"No." Harry stated truthfully. Everything could be explained with logic. Even in the anime Naruto things didn't gust appear or happen just because you tell them to. There is always a reason and a way of explaining how it got there. Magic was against everything Harry had always been taught. It was against all logic and explanation. Even at the zoo, which Harry had nothing to do with, he had a theory about sliding glass doors to back him up.
Hagrid stared on. "No?"
"That's what I said." Harry stated simply.
Hagrid stood up and pulled up an all to familiar letter.
Harry backed up. "YOU'RE THE STALKER!!!"
Hagrid froze. "Wait, what, no."
But it was to late for that. Harry ran over and kicked him between the knees.
Hagrid feel over cupping between his legs. "Please just read the letter."
Harry picked up the letter and opened it. If only to end it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITFHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards.)
Dear Mister Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall.
Harry stared at the letter. This joke was going way to far. Harry turned to the fire and tossed it inside.
"Why did you do that?" Hagrid asked.
"This joke is going way to far." Harry stated. Because of this big joke his family had been forced to leave their home for fear of stalkers.
"This isn't a joke." Hagrid tried.
Uncle Vernon had had enough. He run up and shoved Harry away from Hagrid. "He will not be going I tell you. We thought when we took him in we would be a stop to all this rubbish."
Harry raised a eyebrow. "What?"
Hagrid glared at Vernon. "So this is your fault. How could you not tell him he was a wizard you blasted pig."
Petunia stepped in front of Harry. "You don't understand…"
"I understand plenty!!!" Hagrid cut her off.
Hagrid pushed her out of the way and grabbed Harry's arm. "Come on Harry. I'm saving you from this place."
"Wait!! What?" Harry shouted.
Hagrid picked up Harry and threw him over his shoulder. Hagrid started towards the door.
Harry started kicking. "Put me down."
Hagrid apparently wasn't listening. He was to engulfed by rage.
Harry sat in a sidecar of a red motorcycle and strapped him in. He started the motorcycle and stared flying away before Harry could do anything.
"Harry!!" Harry heard Dudley's voice. Harry turned to see Dudley at the door with his bag.
Hagrid and Harry were only ten feet high. So with all his might Dudley threw the bag at Harry.
Harry caught the bag and peered inside. All the things he brought with him where in there. Including his laptop.
Harry turned back toward Dudley. "I"LL E-MAIL YOU!!!!"
And then they were gone.
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Well there it is another chapter.
It didn't turn out like I wanted it. But… oh well.
I tried to keep all actions real and funny for this chapter.
And don't worry the next chapter will be better.
See you soon!!!!
Ps. I can't do Hagrid's way of talking. So just pretend.