Back in the classroom, Voldemort had unfortunately gotten out of his stupor.

"GET HIM, YOU FOOLS!!"

With this sudden eruption from their lord the death eaters obliged, and started running after the boy. It wasn't long before they managed to trap him in front of a dead end.

"Cru-"

"Stupi-"

"Petri-"

Dudley shrunk back in fear. This was it. How many times had his father cautioned him against meddling with his cousin's weirdoes? They should never had kept Harry in their house- this was all his fault. Dudley shut his eyes tightly.

Then he heard a snap and three thuds. 'What?' he thought. Thinking that it was just his imagination, he chose to ignore it and shut his eyes even tighter. Another second passed. another thud.

It wasn't until nearly six minutes later that he finally dared to open his eyes again. Dudley found himself staring into a scene full of unconscious death eaters and a floating stick. It zoomed right at him.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he yelled.

And at that exact moment his math teacher just happened to decide to walk in.

(A/N So, how was it? I know its short, and it's a cliffhanger, and I haven't updated for weeks. What do you think should happen next?)