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This is really late but I got caught up with back to school things because we just had a week off, and my days got really mixed up! But here it is, better late than never!

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On with the story!

I'm finding me out,

I'm having my doubts,

I'm losing the best of me.

We're all part of the same, sick little games,

And I need a get-away (get away)

I'm wasting my days, I throw them away,

Losing it all on these sick little games.

All Time Low - Sick Little Games

The man twitched in his sleep, a strange stick enclosed tightly in his fist. Vernon whimpered, unable to twist his head even an inch. His family was someone in the strange warehouse, but he had no idea where. Who was this person anyway? Vernon wasn't aware he owed anyone anything, and nobody would be foolish enough to hire a hitman out on him, would they? The guys would hear about it anyway, and then they'd rescue him from the damn psychopath currently sleeping in front of him. What was he playing at? Nobody could kidnap Vernon Dursley and get away with it! He would make the man pay! It would be slow, and painful, definitely painful. With lots of blood! Maybe he could even get that guy he'd hired to take out his pathetic excuse of a nephew to help. A smile found its way onto his lips as he thought of how he was rid of his little problem. The freak wouldn't be bothering him ever again, and he'd finally be able to get on with his life. All he had to do was get out of the chair he was currently stuck in, and kill the man holding him hostage. That couldn't be too hard, could it?

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"You've gotta wake up Harry! You've got to live! You're not the one that's supposed to die!" Annessa covered her mouth to muffle a sob as the boy lying in front of her stayed as still as ever, the ventilator breathing for him in slow, methodical gasps. It was different last time he was in that position. They had antibiotics, and bucket loads of other tablets and medicines to pump into him. Right then she wished it was an infection, at least that way they could help him. But there were no tablets for this, no cure for oxygen deprivation. He would either wake up, or he wouldn't. And even if he did there would be a big chance of him being permanently brain damaged. If he did end up unable to do anything for himself, would it really be better for him to live? His father would take care of him no matter what, but to have that kind of burden on your shoulders wouldn't be easy, far from it actually.

Her head throbbed in time with the heart monitor, and as she wiped another tear from her cheek, she couldn't help but think that it would soon be her lying there. Would it be painful? Or just like going to sleep? Her parents wouldn't be there, and by the looks of things Harry wouldn't be either. She'd always been so optimistic about the future, about what would happen when she got better. But there would be no future, there would be no getting better and growing up. Everything the doctors had said about her being able to beat it had been a lie, she'd gone through it all, every treatment they'd had available, and all it had done was crushed her spirit, and worn her down to nothing.

But Harry hadn't left, not even when she got the news, not even when she'd tried to distance herself from him. He had promised to be there until the end, not that it mattered anymore. In a way he had been there until the end, but it was his end, not hers. He wouldn't finish his story, just as she wouldn't. It wasn't fair how his life could be snatched so suddenly without a care in the world.

"Time to go back to your room Annessa, he'll still be here tomorrow."

A small twitch caught her eye as she heaved herself up from the chair, her heart leaped at the prospect of him waking up. Shaking her head as he stayed as motionless as ever, she leant over the bed, bringing her mouth up to his ear. "I love you so much Harry, and I'm so sorry."

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"I demand you untie me at once! This is highly illegal and my men will find me! Do you even know who I am? I am Vernon Dursley! A highly respectable and powerful man!"

The mysterious man smirked, his eyes cold and hard, glinting in the small light of the single bulb. "Well why didn't you say so? Here I was thinking you were just a scummy child molester, but thank you for clearing that up." The sarcasm dripped from his words, and he couldn't help but chuckle at Dursley's expression. Did the big oaf really think he'd gotten away with it? The thought made the man sick, how could anyone be so cold?

"Child molester? I have done no such thing! Now release me at once! Who are you to accuse me of such things?!"

The man sighed, twirling the wand between his fingers as he flicked his eyes up and down Dursley's body, flashing him a condescending sneer. If only the killing curse wasn't illegal. His fingers itched to curse the pig into oblivion, but he had to show some restraint, at least until the others got there, then the fun could really begin.

"Who am I? I'm your worst nightmare, and I have all night to prove it." Pulling his chair in front of the pig, he scratched at his head with the tip of his wand. "You see? You hurt something of mine, something very precious to me, and I'm going to need some form of payment to make it even a fraction better." He raised his hand as Dursley began to speak, covering the oaf's mouth. "Not money, if that's what you were going to offer, money won't cover it I'm afraid." He drew his hand away, wiping it in disgust on his cloak. "Don't worry though, I won't touch that kid of yours, he's perfectly safe, and he'll soon be in a care home where he'll be treated like an actual human being should be, and not a spoilt bully, I can't say the same about your wife though, she deserves punishment just as much as you do."

"You leave my family alone! Or I swear to God I'll-"

The man's fist bounced off Dursley's face, splattering blood across the wall behind him. "Did I say you could speak? We're going to do this my way, and if you behave, I may just let you live long enough to be torn apart in prison." Hearing Dursley whimper, he felt a rush of excitement. So what if what he was doing was illegal, he could alter the Dursley's memories when he was done with them. "And you will go to prison. They already have that little friend of yours, and I'm sure Harry will be very happy to testify against you in court." Dursley's face turned an off grey colour, and the man smirked in triumph. Of course Harry might not live long enough to testify, the thought made his blood run cold, but he'd never tell Dursley that, it would ruin the fun. "Now why don't we get started, there's so much to cover and I must be back by ten, but don't worry, I'll make this a night you won't easily forgot."

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