[a/n0]Got caught with the difficulty of Marge's involvement with the terrorist. Truth is, didn't consider her in writing. A plot hole I'll just have to deux-ex-machina, she really is his sister and in on his whole cover.

[a/n]Not a sequel to HDD#95. And as i wrote this i realized i was borrowing from another film series that is connected to the HP series. Who knows how? Worth 25 points.

Harry Does Different CCLXXIX

Harry Hunting A

Mr. Nunes' Fifth Grade class in Little Whinging Primary was wrapping up for the day. The last subject had been History "I want everyone to read Chapter 20 on the subject of The Crusades. Answer the questions on page 441. With that, looks like you can pack up a little early. Granted, perhaps two minutes."

"Potter Potter Potter Potter." Members of Dudley's gang were chanting and slapping their fists into their palms. Malcolm Macklin had made it known earlier that he was greatly offended by Harry outrunning him in the hundred-yard dash in gym class. Of all his cousin's friends, Harry was most afraid of him. Dudley actually hit hardest, but wasn't hard to get away from. Malcolm was both big and fast. Harry had only won by setting a new school record, and that by a fraction of a second.

But this day Harry was done with fear, over the weekend he pre-positioned several weapons to defend himself with; today was about payback. Much as it griped him, he showed his usual scared face and as soon as the second hand clicked on the 12 he flung his half-torn schoolbag over his shoulder and bolted from the classroom. As usual yelling "HELP! HELP!" though not actually expecting any.

"Get him mates!" Dudley took command "Piers, Dennis cover the main exit. Malcolm, run around the back and meet us at Wisteria. Gordon with me." The five boys gleefully pursued their game of Harry Hunting.

Years of being the prey meant Harry knew their every plot. His first target was his worst threat. A toolbox rigged over the back door. Harry got there almost two minutes before the predator and was fully ready. As Malcolm turned the corner he taunted "Hey jerk! Here I am!" At just the right instant he yanked on the trip-string.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" the few other eyewitnesses laughed as assorted wrenches, hammers and nuts and bolts rained down on the hapless boy. Malcolm screamed in pain with each impact. Something caught his temple and he rolled down the steps, senseless.

Harry didn't hang around long enough to know how serious it might be. His next trap was set between the school and Wisteria. He got there just in time to dive into the bed of a pickup truck. He wrapped several turns of string around his fist and waited. Two of the gang, he heard, were approaching in hot pursuit. Just barely peaking out, he pulled it taut. The other end of string was tied to a nearby railing. He caught one across the throat, the other sprawled having been tripped at the knees.

"Gonna get you Potter!" the tangle of arms and legs yelled in two voices.

Harry didn't pause to laugh at the laughable pair. Instead he kicked one viciously in the head and planted a knee in the other's privates. He was gone before either could recover enough to scream.

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"If the others didn't get him, he'll never get past us." Gordon puffed. He was almost always with Dudley because, though not fat, he lacked stamina.

Dudley glanced around then said "You duck behind that bush and I'll stay by the car."

"Shite!" cursed Harry, they were here early, or it had taken him longer than he thought to deal with the others "Oh well HEY DUDDERS! MELLING! OVER HERE!" and he scrambled up the ladder leaning on #1 Privet.

Dudley lumbered over and began climbing after his cousin. Gordon shouted "We're gonna get you Potter!"

"Suck brick Melling!" Harry countered, flinging down the heavy red object. Unfortunately, it missed. Dudley wasn't so fortunate with the next missile. He was four steps up and it impacted square on the top of his head. He fell off the ladder and lay still. Harry was all too pleased "AH! Bullseye!"

Gordon fled yelling "I didn't like him anyway!"

"Ooh! That's going to leave a mark." Observed Harry after he climbed down, looking at his unconscious cousin.

When the Surrey Police were called in to investigate several assaults, they immediately dismissed the possibility one attacker could have committed these three crimes. They happened at practically the same time and certainly the boy who was fingered by his aunt and uncle was just too small to have assaulted much larger boys.