Oct 1st 2010 message 726
Sometimes Harry just liked to ride rather than apparate or floo.. in fact he
liked projectile vomiting better than taking the floo, but that was just a
personal thing.
He was near the industrial park where Grunnings was located and pondered
going in to 'visit' his uncle, just to see what would come of it.. He had not
talked to Vernon for two years now, since he had left the hellhole that he was
imprisoned in on Privit drive..
A largish vehicle came out of the corporate parking lot, sleek and clean, the
epitome of the upper management perk for the Executive in the know.. in other
words, it was Vernon Dursley in his ill-gotten company car.
Harry was riding his Yamaha, an R-1. He remembered his godfather's bike, and
wanted one of his own, and this was one of several he owned. He had classics,
and crotch rockets, restorations and custom built. Every one has the magical
modifications that Sirius' bike had.. Silencing, flying, disillusionment.. He
followed the dark cherry colored executive sedan for about a mile down the road,
toward the motorway.
The car went up the on-ramp to the faster motorway, and Harry, on his powerful
Japanese motorcycle stayed right with it.
Vernon glanced in his rearview and sneered in disgust at the reprobate in
leather and a full face helmet. The traffic was fairly light, and the vehicles
on the way were moving at a steady sixty miles an hour, Harry stayed right
there, locked in the rearview, not wavering an inch..
after several miles of this, Vernon did what any proper decent person would do,
he mashed down on the brakes to force the unknown rider to either pass or
crash.. Secretly he hoped it was crash, then he could get out and proclaim
victory over biker trash such as this..
Harry could see this coming, he had been in the car with Vernon on at least two
occasions when he had done just this thing.. Such a fine citizen. Just as
Vernon's foot was hitting the brake pedal, Harry's magic motorcycle reared up
and did a wheelie, and left the ground, but not before leaving a tire mark up
the boot lid, across the top and down the bonnet.
This bit of vehicular vandalism set the corpulent man off.
Vernon Dursley mashed on the gas, and took off after the miscreant, racing ahead
of the other cars in traffic, as he tried to keep up with the high revving
motorcycle. . Horns were honked, and other motorists were summarily shoved
aside as the fearsome beast made after his prey.
A long straight stretch ahead.. Harry set his bike on automatic and glanced
behind him. The coupe was gaining, but then he wasn't running too hard. He
swung his leg up and over and was sitting on the saddle facing back towards the
approaching Dursley.
Vernon looked shocked and mystified at the sight before him, a motorcycle
running away from him with the rider facing backwards.. Said rider was making
vulgar gestures at him, raising his blood pressure even higher..
Then the rider lifted the front of the full visor helmet.
The Freak! Of Course, it had to be him, obstructing 'normal people' spreading
his abnormality all across the motorways for anyone to see.
The truth was, no one saw anything but a madman chasing a motorcycle, with a
normally facing rider..
Harry turned and took the bars, lifted his butt and smacked it, implying that
Vernon was a poof on the prowl, some kind of Freak!..
He was answered with the sound of the large sedan's throttle roaring and the
vehicle leaping forward, aiming at running the prey into the ground.
70...80...90...100...110...115...120... the speed kept going higher and higher.
Harry was calm and patient, the opportunity was coming closer. A large Lorry
stopped was in the travel lane, and was being passed by another on it's right
He feinted right as if to pass between the two and escape his pursuer, and then
suddenly dodged left, riding on the berm, and passing the lorry at approximately
130 mph.. Vernon didn't see this fast enough, because he had tunnel vision,
focusing on his prey, and realized at the very last second what he had done,
although he would never blame himself for his stupidity, it was the freak's
fault..
The doorbell rang.
Petunia was home alone, Dudley was 'out with friends', and the neighbors had
gone for the day.
"Yes, may I help you?"
The uniformed officer took off his cap and asked.
"Are you Mrs Vernon Dursley ?"
"Yes,, what's wrong, is Vernon all right?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, Mr Vernon Dursley has been involved in an automobile accident
earlier today, I'm afraid he has been killed."
Petunia fainted.
A police matron was called in and tended to her, and they managed to get her on
the couch.
"Ma'am, is there anyone we can call?, do you have any relatives you can stay
with?.
"er..no, I have no living relatives, well, just a nephew, but.. " she waved them
off.
"I must call our solicitor, and make arrangements"
It came out in the end, Vernon's life insurance was paid out to Marjorie
Dursley, and not a penny to Petunia. The house was taken, for it had never been
in their name, but was part of Lily's estate.
Harry never went back there again, he had a management company clean it out and
remodel it, and put it on the market at a fair value. He offered the house to
Petunia first, but since she had no money, job or skills, it was not possible
for her to buy it.
The thing that pushed her over the edge was the back rent due that was asked.
Dudley went from place to place, finally ending up in a slum working as a
bouncer in a sleazy dive.
The company car hit the back of the lorry at close to 130 mph,
Vernon didn't blame himself, it was the freak's fault..
TimW
I don't ride anymore. Too many idiots out there.