A work of fanfiction

Chapter 2

Meet the child.

Hazel Potter was sad her cousin and her friends wanted to play on the playground and Dudley said she should sit on the bench where the parents usually sat down, like a child in time out.

She knew that he would tell his parents that he put her in her place.

She would love to place his gang in time out, they deserved it but if she protested there would be no food and no safe haven at school for a long time.

She felt like crying but aunt Petunia said:" that a freak was not allowed to cry,"

She blinked her tears away hoping she could play sometime as the other kids left and before the monster came, the monster that always brought her home

The one in the disguise of the grandfather with twinkling eyes always waving his stick in front of her when she entered the garden of privet drive

But she was send to the park to play having done her chores they only expected Dudley home while she had to sleep outside, freaks where not allowed near costumers. She had left the shed open maybe she could sleep safe.

While it was getting dark all the other children left. Dudley demanded his homework from her she had finished his but not her own and when he noticed this he tore her answer book ( what is it called in English) up.

There went her homework. She felt like crying and in about an hour the bogeymen would arrive she could not run from him not even hide.

She sat on one of the swings, swinging back and forth.

She cried was there nobody for her and she was terrified of the bogeyman and his assistant Peg leg.

She hated Peg leg he found here everywhere even if she ran.

A beautiful woman approached her wearing a very nice jacket.

"Hey kiddo why did you not leave with the other kids?"

"I am not aloud my uncle has a new client in a hour and then comes the bogeyman to get me,"

"Bogyman?"

"He brings me always back to my home saying I should love my family more, if I run he brings Peg leg, he is scary"

"So you are being brought home by the bogyman?" The girl nodded." Or Peg leg ""he is mean he said I should stay in my room and something about vigilance"

"That would be scary" the woman said while sitting beside her on the swings

Another woman in a nice business outfit sat on the other swing beside Hazel.

And spoke "Men never are good for you."

The women with the jacket replied": for some reason some men are useful.

The other women gave a snort: "women do it better"

"dyke"

"slut"

Hazel looked confused. What where they talking about.

She did not ask further questions. Questions where bad for her.

But for now she played on the swing. Listening to the women bickering about this strange habit she lost herself almost in a fantasy of having caring parents.

But the sun had gone it was nearly dark she had to go home otherwise they would come she had to run, to the shed where it was safe. But she hoped to reach the shed.

It was too late because the Bogeyman and Peg Leg had arrived and she was in trouble.