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Every Time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 3
Harry awoke as usual very early in the morning, at first light. He got out
of bed, yawned, stretched and went to his desk. What he saw there made
his heart leap. Written on his calendar was the word "Weasleys". Grinning
from ear to ear, Harry proceeded to throw all his belongings haphazardly
into his trunk. He made sure he got everything from under his bed,
remembering his strange gift from Hagrid that was still on his bedside
table as he closed his trunk. He put his wand in his pocket, wrestled with
the lid and he was finally packed. Glancing at his watch Harry saw that it
was now eight in the morning, and he had better go downstairs to start
breakfast.
Harry stopped halfway down the stairs. He could hear raised voices
coming from the lounge. Thinking the Dursley's would be mad if they
knew he was eavesdropping, he finished the stairs and was walking to the
kitchen when he heard a resounding "SMACK" from behind the lounge
door. It opened, and his Aunt emerged. She looked upset, but angry as
well. As she stepped into the light Harry could see that side of her face
was bright red. She noticed him there for the first time, and he quickly
looked away, sure she would see the shock on his face. She pushed past
him and went upstairs.
Harry made the breakfast as usual, he wasn't sure what else to do. Should
he go see if she was all right? he wondered. He worried over what to do
while he made the breakfast, only noticing there was no-one there to eat it
when he was done. His uncle was still in the lounge, and Harry didn't
think going near him right now was a good idea. Dudley hadn't come
down though, and that was strange. "At least I'm out of here at 1.00",
Harry thought with a sigh. The Dursley's getting along was bad enough,
he had no idea how to take them arguing. Deciding the best thing to do
was to stay out of everyone's way until the Weasley's arrived, Harry
began his usual chores.
At around 12.30, Harry heard footsteps on the stairs. He peeked around
the kitchen door, and what he saw astonished him. His Aunt was wearing
her coat and hat, and was holding her suitcase in her hand. She had a
determined look on her face, but the amazing thing was Dudley was with
her. also holding a suitcase. His face showed he had been doing his usual
whining and bawling, "Or is he really upset", Harry wondered. A
movement made him hide again behind the door. His uncle had emerged
from the lounge, bottle in hand.
"So.......so. You off then are you? You off to him?" His uncle sounded
irrational, his voice changing pitch with every word. There was no answer
from Petunia. Harry risked looking. His Aunt was opening the door, but
Vernon stepped forward and closed it again with a slam. She turned to
glare at him, and Harry saw the red on her face had turned to a light
purple. She spoke for the first time.
"Yes. I'm going to him. At least he's sober. At least he can take care of
me and my son."
"He's my son! You aren't taking him anywhere!" Vernon grabbed Dudley
by the arm, and Dudley cried out in pain. Petunia grabbed Vernon's arm,
and they struggled for a moment. Vernon's grip on his son was obviously
too much, as Dudley screamed and dropped to his knees. Harry couldn't
watch anymore, he stepped out from behind the door, and shouted
"Leave them alone!" Harry knew it was a mistake as soon as it was out of
his mouth. Vernon's piggy eyes focused on him. He dropped his son's
arm.
"You." Harry had never heard anyone with such malice in their voice,
except Voldemort himself. Vernon started towards Harry, and Harry saw
his Aunt look towards him with fear on her face.
"Go!" Harry shouted. "Go now!". A moments hesitation, and they were
gone. Harry dived into the lounge as his uncle reached out to him.
Remembering his wand, Harry pulled it out, turned and faced his uncle.
Seeing the wand, Vernon hesitated. Harry glanced at his watch, 12.57pm.
Vernon seized this distraction and lunged for Harry. Off balance, Harry
dropped his wand as he was knocked to the floor. Struggling to get up
again, he felt his cheek go numb and realised he'd been hit. He wriggled
out of Vernon's grip and reached for his wand, but he was picked up by
the throat and pinned against the wall. Faces inches apart, Vernon began
ranting.
"Before YOU, I had a loving family, I was respected, a business man. I
was normal! Well you, you freak, you ruined it all. She's gone to him! To
Smudley that bastard! It was you, you scared her away. You made her
stop loving me..." Harry felt his watch suddenly buzz against his wrist,
someone was moving. "...and you'll pay for that!" Vernon pulled back his
huge hand in a fist and moved to strike when...
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Vernon was thrown to the side of the room, hit the
wall, slid down and landed in a heap. He gave a hiccup as he passed out.
Shocked, Harry looked around, to see Arthur Weasley in a fighting stance,
wand out, with his best friend Ron right behind him.
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Author's notes : Yay, stuff happened! ok, so Smudley is Vernon's rival in
the drill industry. I'll tell you here cos I won't in the story. Anyway, either
you liked it or you didn't, nothing I can say will change your minds, so tell
me in a review! thanks all the wonderful people who reviewed the others,
you guys are fab. :)
Author's notes: See bottom of page
Every Time I Close My Eyes - Chapter 3
Harry awoke as usual very early in the morning, at first light. He got out
of bed, yawned, stretched and went to his desk. What he saw there made
his heart leap. Written on his calendar was the word "Weasleys". Grinning
from ear to ear, Harry proceeded to throw all his belongings haphazardly
into his trunk. He made sure he got everything from under his bed,
remembering his strange gift from Hagrid that was still on his bedside
table as he closed his trunk. He put his wand in his pocket, wrestled with
the lid and he was finally packed. Glancing at his watch Harry saw that it
was now eight in the morning, and he had better go downstairs to start
breakfast.
Harry stopped halfway down the stairs. He could hear raised voices
coming from the lounge. Thinking the Dursley's would be mad if they
knew he was eavesdropping, he finished the stairs and was walking to the
kitchen when he heard a resounding "SMACK" from behind the lounge
door. It opened, and his Aunt emerged. She looked upset, but angry as
well. As she stepped into the light Harry could see that side of her face
was bright red. She noticed him there for the first time, and he quickly
looked away, sure she would see the shock on his face. She pushed past
him and went upstairs.
Harry made the breakfast as usual, he wasn't sure what else to do. Should
he go see if she was all right? he wondered. He worried over what to do
while he made the breakfast, only noticing there was no-one there to eat it
when he was done. His uncle was still in the lounge, and Harry didn't
think going near him right now was a good idea. Dudley hadn't come
down though, and that was strange. "At least I'm out of here at 1.00",
Harry thought with a sigh. The Dursley's getting along was bad enough,
he had no idea how to take them arguing. Deciding the best thing to do
was to stay out of everyone's way until the Weasley's arrived, Harry
began his usual chores.
At around 12.30, Harry heard footsteps on the stairs. He peeked around
the kitchen door, and what he saw astonished him. His Aunt was wearing
her coat and hat, and was holding her suitcase in her hand. She had a
determined look on her face, but the amazing thing was Dudley was with
her. also holding a suitcase. His face showed he had been doing his usual
whining and bawling, "Or is he really upset", Harry wondered. A
movement made him hide again behind the door. His uncle had emerged
from the lounge, bottle in hand.
"So.......so. You off then are you? You off to him?" His uncle sounded
irrational, his voice changing pitch with every word. There was no answer
from Petunia. Harry risked looking. His Aunt was opening the door, but
Vernon stepped forward and closed it again with a slam. She turned to
glare at him, and Harry saw the red on her face had turned to a light
purple. She spoke for the first time.
"Yes. I'm going to him. At least he's sober. At least he can take care of
me and my son."
"He's my son! You aren't taking him anywhere!" Vernon grabbed Dudley
by the arm, and Dudley cried out in pain. Petunia grabbed Vernon's arm,
and they struggled for a moment. Vernon's grip on his son was obviously
too much, as Dudley screamed and dropped to his knees. Harry couldn't
watch anymore, he stepped out from behind the door, and shouted
"Leave them alone!" Harry knew it was a mistake as soon as it was out of
his mouth. Vernon's piggy eyes focused on him. He dropped his son's
arm.
"You." Harry had never heard anyone with such malice in their voice,
except Voldemort himself. Vernon started towards Harry, and Harry saw
his Aunt look towards him with fear on her face.
"Go!" Harry shouted. "Go now!". A moments hesitation, and they were
gone. Harry dived into the lounge as his uncle reached out to him.
Remembering his wand, Harry pulled it out, turned and faced his uncle.
Seeing the wand, Vernon hesitated. Harry glanced at his watch, 12.57pm.
Vernon seized this distraction and lunged for Harry. Off balance, Harry
dropped his wand as he was knocked to the floor. Struggling to get up
again, he felt his cheek go numb and realised he'd been hit. He wriggled
out of Vernon's grip and reached for his wand, but he was picked up by
the throat and pinned against the wall. Faces inches apart, Vernon began
ranting.
"Before YOU, I had a loving family, I was respected, a business man. I
was normal! Well you, you freak, you ruined it all. She's gone to him! To
Smudley that bastard! It was you, you scared her away. You made her
stop loving me..." Harry felt his watch suddenly buzz against his wrist,
someone was moving. "...and you'll pay for that!" Vernon pulled back his
huge hand in a fist and moved to strike when...
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Vernon was thrown to the side of the room, hit the
wall, slid down and landed in a heap. He gave a hiccup as he passed out.
Shocked, Harry looked around, to see Arthur Weasley in a fighting stance,
wand out, with his best friend Ron right behind him.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Author's notes : Yay, stuff happened! ok, so Smudley is Vernon's rival in
the drill industry. I'll tell you here cos I won't in the story. Anyway, either
you liked it or you didn't, nothing I can say will change your minds, so tell
me in a review! thanks all the wonderful people who reviewed the others,
you guys are fab. :)