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I wanted to explain my writing plan for this fan fiction.

I'm going to upload a bad fan fiction because I really want to hear want you guys have to say BUT I am working on a better longer version. Just wanted to say. I may not finish it since I don't have people telling me to keep it up and stuff. But I will finish this trust me when I start a project I become obsessed.

Chapter two- stalkers

It had been nearly five weeks since Harry went to the zoo he could tell the schools were out since kids were now flooding the streets meaning he could pick pocket all the time. That was pretty useful especially since Harry had a bad sense of time and often forgot the day.

Wandering along a busy market place Harry swiped a wallet from someone looked wealthy before slipping into a public toilet to see what was in it. To his disbelief it had no cash but a lot of coins that were different sizes and colours but not worth any money. With a sigh Harry dumped it in the bin making no effort to hide it. He left the bathroom feeling disappointed. Wandering in the crowd He pick pocketed a women. Her walent had a bunch of gift vouchers and sixty dollars in cash. Not all that bad. Walking along the street a man who had felt he'd seen before walked up to him. "H-hey kid." Harry gave the man a look and then realised. He wasn't certain but couldn't risk it.

Harry made a break for it but not before the man stole his hat. Harry glared back anger surging through him. How dare that man steal from him? He was being a hypocrite, the money that payed for his hat was stolen but still he wasn't trying to hide it. The man saw him as he turned to glare at him but his eyes were on his forehead were his scar was. Then he spoke. "Harry can I please talk to you?" Harry had slowed when heard his name but his survival instincts kicked and he ran faster than ever. They were in an empty street but Harry turned a corner to the market more than ever wanting his hat back as he entered a crowd of tall large skinny short people the perfect place to hide from his stalker. Harry couldn't see him turn the corner because of the crowd but he knew the man had.

Quick as possible he spilt into the shadows. and down an alley. Entering his current home Harry decides to move not during the night like usual since this man and a women had chased him once during the night but the next day.

Grabbing an apple to eat he sits down in a slump pose angry he couldn't buy food like he was planning too. But it was risky. As he sat replaying the events, one question hung above the rest. How did that man know his name? His hat his clothes and well everything he owned wasn't named. Even if Harry was one very few words he could write. Laying down Harry yawned. Another question he probably would never learn the answer. great(!)

Walking along in the early morning Harry was cautions and sticking to the place that were nearly always filled. Wandering along the busy market places and the empty schools Harry watched the people as they went by. Harry moved every few weeks but had only eight big long trips to go to a new town or to the other side of a city. Harry saw a man who wasn't fat that wasn't the right word but wide, he had a brown beard a red umbrella and brown hair. Apart from the bit about being wide there was nothing extraordinary about this man.

So Harry didn't take much notice. He saw him once following hm nearby, but there wasn't highly unusual. Only about a hour did Harry realise the man was following. Harry stopped in his steps. He had left the market gone to a mall and past an highway, yet this man was still nearby. He was following Harry. Stopping in his tracks Harry didn't turn to look at the man but gave him a side ways glance before continuing wandering along he watched the man at all times from the corner of his eye. He wasn't armed in any way didn't have a phone or walkie-talkie, by the looks of things, he wasn't following but he was. And his coat had plenty of pockets. The phone was there or the gun or the knife. Harry thought fearfully. He tucked his hands in his pockets and speed up the high way had many cars and people, walking by. Hopefully he would be able to lose the man in the highway.

The crowds of people but now another man was following him but he couldn't shake ether and an hour later another joined. This one was actually a bit remarkable, he had a fake eye which Harry would've thought was cool if it wasn't so… creepy. He had blond hair and his fake eye always was on Harry. No matter what.

The night was fast approaching streets more and more empty, until there was no one. Harry meet there eyes one of reached for there coat pocket (creepy-eye as Harry had chosen to call the man), and before pull out what Harry believed would be a gun Harry started to run. Not that he got very far.

Magic.

Creepy-eye had done magic.

They did something else next.

It gave Harry a horrible lurching feeling in his stomach and he felt horrible, like he was ill.

They appeared in the room they were renting in the three broom sticks.

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I kinda ran low on ideas but I PROMISE the next chapter I will try to make longer.