"Wake up, Harry!" Allister's voice calls.
Dim light across from the window to Harry's bed. Allister shakes Harry's bed; Harry falls and groans.
"Did you have to shake my bed like that?" He asks grunting.
"Hurry up, if Petunia sees you being the only one not up, you'll-"
"Servant one and two, you're on kitchen duty" A voice belonging to Petunia Dursley commands from the entrance of their room.
She appears in the at the doorway, gaze settles on Harry, and she walk forward to him while her face darkens. She slaps Harry off his bed, he falls, and nearly his head strikes another bed.
[Thud]
"Get to work," She commands. "Or I will have you whipped!"
"Y-yes Madam Petunia." Harry says as he groans.
She takes her leave as Allistair offers a hand to Harry. He smiles at Allistair and the two proceed out the door.
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Green eyes stare at a list on the board in the Dursley Tavern. A supply shortage list.
"We need some wine, grape produce, Harry." a man calls out.
"We're on the last half!" Harry yells back.
"Make sure you get some more barrels by tomorrow!"
The saloon doors creak open; footsteps sounds through the room. A man reveals himself from the lightened entrance. His green and black tunic covering him shoulders to toe. Over his arm, a insignia medallion of snakes, The Malfoy Family. Every customer in the tavern mutters down to silence.
"It's Lord Malfoy!" Voices whisper to each other.
"How may I help you, my Lord?" Harry bows his head upon hearing the chatter.
The lord stares at him for a few moments; his eyes narrowing. Malfoy turns himself away from him and walks towards the exit.
"What is your name, boy?" He asks as he stops as he stops the door; his head pivots for his eyes to glance at Harry.
"Harry, Sir." He responds from the bar counter.
The man does not spare a second glance, but smirks on his way out. Voices fill the room once more; all about Malfoy and his visit.
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A servant is walking quickly across a courtyard center of the Greengrass mansion. He is moving along the wooden flooring designed reminiscently of bricks. He forces the unlocked entrance open harshly to step up the stairs.
"Lady Daphne." He calls for her as he reaches the balcony of her room.
"He never left." A statement rather than a question. She turns her shoulders to him.
"No, Malfoy somehow found out the boy in Dursley's tavern. I do not know how."
"Then, we must move quickly. It will not be for long until they target him."
"Yes, my lady." The servant bows.
Little did they know, plans have already commenced alongside a white-robed man watching beyond the city.
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Petunia Dursley, wife to Vernon Dursley, enters the slave house. Her arms move the straw beddings as she search for any possessions. She examines a toy found under a pillow to be extremely worn and old. Her hands returns the toy back under. She does this for all the other beds until she stops before Harry's. She rips a doll found in his bed without hesitation. The bed tumbles over. The picture frame of Harry's mother and her lay upon the ground. Petunia's eyes glances at the fallen object; a foot shatters the frame after a brief moment.
"I am going to have him whipped"
One more moment passes as she finds a box. A small piece of paper with words written on top. 'To Harry'
The unwrapping becomes undone. A sound hisses from the it and then immediately a great amount of light follows after.
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Slight screams spread across several blocks of buildings. A green robed and hooded man quickly walks forward to the burning building that had exploded. He rams the Dursley's house gate. He does not stop to think and only continues for the slave house. The intruder tries to budge a fallen log in the doorway.
"Damn." He says and then back backs away slowly.
His eyes explore to see any windows. They were too high. The man runs with all his might to ram into the log. Flames scorch upon his rob, but they quickly wither away. A shimmer of light waves across it like wind on grass.
"Dursley!"
"Help me, please!"
Pieces of logs fall from the ceiling. The man pulls Petunia over his shoulders; he barrels himself and her out of the house.
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"Thanks" Petunia speaks in gratitude and drinks a cup of water offered by the man. His hood is still up. "What is your name, Sir?"
"You can just call me Spear."
"Very well, Spear. May I ask, why did you save me?"
"I came to buy a slave from you. I hear you have well disciplined."
Petunia raises an eyebrow. One of her hands cups her cheek.
"I could convince my husband to give you one as gratitude, but why come to us? We're not slave traders."
"There's been a few rumors of unsavory types mixed in if you know what I mean? Not for... My type of work."
"Spies?"
"Sh!" The man looks frantically around.
"You forget ears have walls?" The man whispers more loudly.
"My apologies." She stands and bows. "Come, I shall lead you to servants."
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Harry lays outside on the grass while the other slaves, both boys and girls, kick rocks to pass the time.. All of them homeless until the slave house is rebuilt. Several loaves of bread and water canteens roll down a worn wooden chute. All of the servants rush to catch them before they hit ground. Only a few successfully catch them. Harry glances towards the chute and frowns. Then, he stares back up into the blue sky. The sun only a few hours past noon.
One dark figure blocks his vision as he speaks.
"Hey, Harry. Aren't you hungry?" His hands offers bread and water.
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry."
"Bullshit, we barely get much to eat. You have to be hungry."
"Allistair."
"Fine, but you're still taking it."
Allistair smacks the bread and water on Harry's stomach. Harry looks at his them and merely smiles at Allistair. He thinks back into his thoughts.
'You should strive to be better.'
Those words continuously echo in his head. Then another figure approaches him; a dark robed and hooded man with an apple pie in his hand. He places the pie in Harry's hand.
"I want this boy."
Petunia walks up behind Spears. Her hands hold each other as she contemplates on what to say.
"You want this boy?"
"Is that a problem?"
"I am very sorry. We can not sell this boy to you. Perhaps another one?"
"I see. Very well, I will be on my way." The man turns to leave."
"Are you sure, Spears?"
The man does not answer and merely walks out the gate.
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"It is as you expected my lady. She would not trade him away." Spears says.
"But who set the house on fire?" She calmly questions.
"That I do not know. I suspect it was one of them, Lady Daphne."
She takes a small breath. The yard around her simple house behind the mansion is softly blown by the wind.
"We will have to commence our plan early. Please prepare as I approach my father. This will take a couple of days."
"Yes, my Lady!" Spears runs out the yard.
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"I want him gone. Now!" Petunia yells to her husband.
"I know you are mad, love, but we cannot. If Dumbl-"
"I do not care! He had a bomb under his bed ready to kill us!"
Vernon rubs his forehead with a tower. He momentarily thinks for a while until he nods his head.
"I will send him off to Manchester's Knockturn Alley. The rats should rid of him for us. I will need to wait a few days to contact them."
"Good"