Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing these fic's.
A/N: Harry's experiences on Crochet is based on my own as I just started learning how to crochet not long ago. For anyone who wants to know Crochet the definition of it I found online is, a handicraft in which yarn is looped into a patterned fabric with a hooked needle.
Chapter Four
Harry let out a sharp grunt as he pulled the extremely heavy suitcases along the path while wondering just what aunt Marge could of brought with her as to Harry's knowledge she was only staying for a few hours. As Harry slowly and carefully made his way up the footpath, being careful not to scuff the suitcases as he did not want another punishment, the sound of found paws pounding against the ground and Marge's laughter ringing out while the sound of the taxi leaving, and quickly to get away from Marge and Ripper, was ignored in favour of the promise that Marge had decided to keep.
She was letting Ripper use Harry as a new chew toy.
"That's a good boy Ripper! Show the freak who is in charge!" Marge yelled out as she encouraged Ripper's attack.
Fear gripped Harry as he turned around to face aunt Marge's favourite brown and white bulldog running towards him with a viscous snarl on his face. Gulping nervously Harry dropped the suitcases and prepared to run only to freeze as a pain filled yelp came from the dog.
"Ripper! My precious Ripper! What have you done boy! What have you done!" Marge screamed out causing Harry to go deadly pale, "You did this on purpose didn't you! I knew I should of drowned you at birth like I do with the runt of the litters! How dare you!"
Shaking in fear Harry slowly turned around only to find Ripper whimpering and holding his paw close to his chest, wondering what could of happened to the bulldog Harry spotted the one of aunt Marge's extremely heavy suitcases lying on the ground only a few inches away from the injured dog.
'Oh no...I dropped the suitcase on him when I let go' Harry thought with wide eyes only for a fresh wave of fear and panic to hit him 'Aunt Marge! She is going to kill me!'
Not daring to make a single sound Harry turned to look at aunt Marge with fear shining brightly in his eyes only to let out a terrified whimper as he spotted the look of pure anger and hatred on aunt Mage's face. Not knowing what else to do Harry quickly ran to the only place he knew that none of his relatives or aunt Marge would be able to reach him, or his precious treasure.
He made a bee line straight to the apple tree.
As an angry roar came from behind him along with the sound of what seemed to be a large bull charging towards him Harry quickly put all of his practice from running away from Dudley and his gang into practice. With an extra burst of speed and power that Harry did not know he had in him he quickly made it back to the apple tree and started to climb it for dear life.
'Please don't let her get me, please don't let her get me' Harry thought as he quickly climbed the tree as the ground around him shook 'Please don't let aunt Marge get me!'
"Boy!" Marge yelled out as she stood at the bottom of the tree and glared up at Harry with obvious anger and hatred, "You get down here right now! I'll teach you a lesson for hurting my precious Ripper!"
As Harry clung to the trunk of the tree for dear life as aunt Marge's beefy hands narrowly missing him as she tried to reach up and grab him a strange emotion burst into Harry and for the first time in his life Harry spoke without thinking about getting beaten or locked in his cupboard.
"NO! I will not come down!" Harry yelled out as he started to climb further up the apple tree, "If I come down you will just kill me! It was an accident!"
"You got that right boy! I will kill you for attacking poor defenceless Ripper like that!" Marge yelled up the tree to Harry who was now a good way up the tree and almost useable from where he was hidden by the leaves and branches.
Looking down at aunt Marge Harry gulped nervously as he spotted the look of pure rage, not just anger but rage, shining brightly in aunt Marge's eyes.
'What have I got myself into?' Harry thought with wide eyes as he looked down at aunt Marge who was glaring up at him while snorting like an angry bull 'I should of just kept quiet and stayed still! I would of only gotten a beating and shoved in my cupboard without food until the summer holidays finish. Why oh why did I run for?'
Moving his body slightly so he could climb further up the tree in case Dudley found his Smelting stick and tried to use it to get him down or if his aunt Petunia decided to use a broom handle. Ignoring the angry shouts from below and the sound of the front door opening Harry looked around the tree, trying to find a suitable place to stay for the day, when out of the corner of his eye he spotted the bag full of his crochet stuff he had slung over his shoulder in an attempt to protect it.
'I...I ran because I had to protect my precious treasure' Harry thought suddenly as a wave of determination hit him 'I have to protect my treasure! I won't let anything bad happen to it!'
Looking around madly while taking no notice of uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia coming to stand next to aunt Marge at the bottom of the apple tree Harry spotted the perfect branch. It was high up enough so he would be safe from his relative's attempts to get him down while also being strong enough to hold his weight without any problem, it also helped that there was a lot of ready to pick apples hanging from the tree close to the branch.
'Great!' Harry thought with a relieved grin on his face, double checking that his bag and what was in it was safe Harry began the last part of his climb up to the branch while the sound two more angry voices joined aunt Marge's.
"Boy! You get down here right now! You are in so much trouble!" Vernon yelled out as his face went bright red in anger.
"What if we use something to knock the freak and make him fall out of the tree?" Petunia asked with a sneer as she glared at Harry's back, "Hopefully he'll fall out of the tree and break every bone in his body."
"No, if anyone is going to punish the boy it is going to be me and Ripper first!" Marge said as she stomped her foot as if to prove her point, "I'll show him just what happens to freaks who hurt my precious Ripper."
Taking a deep calming breath Harry slowly made it up the last few inches to the branch and manoeuvre himself onto the branch so he had his back to the tree trunk while the branch was between his legs with one leg hanging over each side. With a sigh of relief as he was finally safe from the angry adults below him Harry rested his back against the tree trunk and caught is breath while his arms were tightly wrapped around his bag.
"Freak! I am warning you! If you do not get down here right now you are going to be very sorry!" Vernon yelled out as he tried and failed to grab his nephew's dangling feet.
"Get something to pull him down! And make sure he gets hurt when he hits the ground!" Marge snapped out causing Harry to gulp slightly through he did not move from his spot, "When I get my hands on him I will-"
"Mummy! Daddy! What is going on? Why is aunt Marge's dog injured for?" Dudley's voice suddenly cried out causing everyone to freeze, "Mummy, I'm hungry!"
Unsure on what to say Vernon, Petunia and Marge froze in place and gave each other confused yet calculating looks.
"Mummy is coming dear!" Petunia cooed out as she sent her nephew one last glare before going inside to make her son some food, ignoring the fact that Dudley had only eaten half an hour ago.
"Well?" Marge hissed out angrily as the door shut behind Petunia and Dudley with an angry slam, "Will you finally allow me to train the little runt the proper way!"
"Now now Marge," Vernon said stiffly while sending a smile and wave over across the street as people had started to peep around their curtains and nettings to see what all the fuss was about, "Why don't you go and take Ripper to see a vet? I promise to deal with the...boy. When you get back then we shall see how things went at the vet and what is wrong with Ripper...maybe you can do the same damage to the boy that he did to Ripper?"
"Alright but only because it means I can ring his little scrawny neck even more," Marge growled out as she pulled out an expensive looking mobile phone from one of her pockets, "But trust me when I say that when I get back the boy will pay."
Up in the tree Harry watched nervously as aunt Marge pulled out her mobile and started to ring a number on it, most likely the vet, while his uncle was nervously looking around and randomly giving out smiles and waves to the neighbours.
'I'm safe, they won't try anything while people are watching' Harry thought only for a fresh wave of fear to hit him as his eyes met the furious eyes of aunt Marge 'Or at least I am for as long as I stay up here...'
To Be Continued..
I got a review asking for pictures of what Harry crochet's and I was wondering if you would like me to post photo's on Facebook for you all through they would be slow going as I'd have to crochet the items myself while writing this fic and dealing with real life. Is anyone interested this idea?