Ron stormed up the stairs and slammed his door behind him. One of the bright orange Chudley Cannons posters on his wall shook slightly. He didn't notice. He threw himself onto his small bed, which bounced, and stared up at his slanted wall.
I thought Harry had come over here to see me, Ron thought grumpily, staring furiously at an orange sticker on his ceiling with CC and a cannonball next to it. He needed to concentrate his mind on something else, anything else...
The sticker was oval shaped and about 3 inches long and 1 1/2 inches wide. The C's were bold and black, as was the cannonball. The sticker was very old, and peeling at the edges. Part of it was ripped off where Ron had once been fiddling with it. It used to be shiny, in that captivating way brand new stickers always were, but in time, the shiny layer began to chip, and the sticker was covered in a thin layer of dust.
Being unable to find anything else to notice about the sticker, other than it was a very stupid and pointless sticker stuck to his ceiling, Ron was forced back into his present situation.
Ron was the youngest boy in a family of 7 kids. He had a lot to live up to. He didn't often get noticed or praised by his family. At school, two of his older brothers still went there, and they still outdid him. Even in being the class clowns, they managed to have high marks. The only people he had to look towards were Harry and Hermione.
Ron and Harry were best friends. They had been since they first boarded the Hogwarts Express, 4 years ago. Ron had always been jealous of Harry's fame. He had defeated the Dark Lord numerous times, had a godfather from Azkaban, and the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, certainly seemed to have a soft spot for him. He was in one of their spellbooks, for mice's sake! And now he had come to stay with Ron, bringing yet another adventure with him, a cute girl who's obsessed with him. And Harry had chosen her over him. Over Ron, his best friend. That's what hurt most.
Tired of moping, Ron sat up, grabbed a quill and paper, and began to write to Hermione.
***
Grubble cautiously peeked through the curtain of hair. There wasn't much to hide behind. Lacci appeared to be leaning over on someone, asleep by the sound of it. Grubble looked up at who she was leaning against.
There was a large cheek. Beyond Lacci's head was just visible a closed eye. The human's hair was black, and all over the place. This person also appeared to be asleep, but Grubble wasn't sure. She was only 7 lights and almost 8 darks wise. (a/n: 7 days, 8 night old. about 4-5 years old for a human)
Grubble decided to wake the human that she knew was friendly. She turned and pushed her hands into Lacci's temple, yanking on her hair. Her jerking about caused Moo Wormy, her stuffed grub (an actual stuffed grub, not the cheap cloth imitation) to slip from her grasp and fall into Lacci's lap. Lacci opened her eyes, and turned her head as much as was possible without knocking Grubble off her slim shoulder. Grubble whispered something in her ear, and pointed at Moo Wormy. Lacci very carefully reached down, picked up the floppy grub toy, and handed it to Grubble with one of her fingers. Grubbled hugged it tightly and jumped up and down. She whispered and excited thank you to Lacci, and began zooming her doll around.
Harry, quite luckily, was alseep. Percy had gone back to reading his book, and he was smiling. Lacci furrowed her brow, trying to decide whether to remain safely next to the sleeping Potter, or to bring her new friend upstairs where they could play. She decided that she had probably spent too much time with Harry, and should give him some thime to rest. She carefully stood up, and Harry slumped onto the couch where she had been sitting. She nodded a goodnight to Percy, who shuffled his bottom underneath him and nodded back. Lacci hugged a silent goodnight to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who appeared ready to go to sleep themselves. Then she climbed the narrow staircase and quietly opened the door.
The door to the wrong room. A beaten up stuffed bear with a drawn italian-chef moustache missed Lacci's head by inches. It hit the wall behind her and fell to the floor. Fred called quietly, "Er.. sorry, thought you were someone else. Can I have Chico back?" Lacci smiled, laughing a little. She bent over and threw the bear back, hitting Fred in the foot. "Thanks," he whispered, and she shut the door.
The next room was Ron's room. Lacci opened and shut the door silently, and watched the tall lankey figure that was Ron bent over a piece of paper, writing. Instead of politely clearing her throat, she crept up silently behind him, blowing down the neck of his shirt. Ron yelped and jumped, making a huge blotty line across his paper. "Dont do that!" he hissed at her, as Mrs. Weasley called up for them to shush.
The steps creaked as someone climbed them, sounding as though they were trying to make no noise. There was a click as a door opened, and the sound of a bear hitting someone in the glass of iced water. This was followed by an unmanly scream and the sound of ice hiting the edges of a plastic cup as they made their way up and into someone's nightwear. Someone said "Score!" Then more thudding, like the sound of an angry mother at 11 pm stomping up a bunch of steps to punish some loud boys. Ron's door creaked open a notch, and two eyes appeared by it. One was brown, and one was green. The green eye, which was below the brown one, bumped the brown one's owner's chin with the top of their owner's head. The brown eye stopped himself from yelping again.
Mrs. Weasley was giving both the twins stern looks, and by the look of it, Fred and Gerge were thinking up an excuse as she ranted. It was amazing how loud their mother could be while whispering.
"And its the middle of the night, people are trying to sleep!" She finished. Percy, who was holding a plate carrying two sandwiches and a book (the book wasnt on the plate, it was in his other hand), slipped past the three and scooted into his room, nodded them all a goodnight and quickly shut his door. George spoke up, and Ron waited in expectation, knowing he would come up with some sort of loophole and get himself out of trouble.
"He started it," George said, pointing to Fred.
"I was being perfectly quiet, it's not my fault he spilled ice water down his jammies. I was just trying to get some decent sleep. But you know Chico, he gets very thirsty at night, and when he saw George's water, he sorta zoomed through the air, like this," Fred said, demonstrating with the bear, "And George was surprised and wet himself."
Despite her anger, Mrs. Weasley couldn't help smiling in amusement at Fred's explanation. "Both of you, go off to bed, and be quiet." She pushed them back into their room and shut the door. Ron's door shut as well, and Molly went back downstairs.
George, who had been jumping from foot to foot, quickly pulled off his pyjama pants and top, which were plaid and fuzzy and had a large G on them. Even his boxers were slightly damp, but he suddenly decided to leave them on, noticing a small green eye on his wall that hadn't been there earlier.
Fred also had noticed the eye. "That's a nifty decoration," he mused, and they walked over to it. It looked up at them, somehow conveying innocence, despite the only visible part of it being the actual eyeball. George leaned down, until he was eye to eye with Lacci.
"Yeeeess?"
"Is my Aunt Minnie in there?" Lacci asked. George grinned. "No, but you can look around if you like. If you cant find her, maybe you can find someone better." Then he continued, "Hey Lacci, I bet you're really tired. Why dont you go to sleep, and we can play in the morning?"
Lacci seemed to consider this, and nodded. The top and bottom halves of the eye disappeared behind their respective side of the hole as she did this. "Oki, I see you tomorrow." The eye disappeared, and George put a peice of paper in front of the hole, so he could finish changing into his new jammies. Fred had already hopped into the bottom bunk, and was reading... HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER THE PHOENIX, OH MY ME!!! Hee, I kid. He was actually reading A Beater's Bible, so hah.
***
"Where's Harry?" Ron asked Lacci, and she made herself comfortable on the floor, by kicking Ron's junk out of the way. "He's asleep downstairs," She replied, only half paying attention. The rest of her attention was focused on the small voice in her ear.
"Pinny spoogle floogle win hoppity. Buggah buggah shicken boi."
"Irp. Danke, tishow noddle-dock foobly."
"What?" Ron asked, afraid she had said something awful about him straight to his face, without him understanding it. Lacci snapped her head up.
"I say, he looking cute when he asleep downstairs." Lacci's english was not very good, and she had to use the form of the words as she had learned them, but it got the point across. Ron nodded and muttered something.
"What?" Lacci asked, as she flopped herself down on the carpet. She had been getting the vibes that Ron was fairly annoyed at her, and wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to make things right between them.
"Nothing," Ron said, pulling off his shoes. They sat in uncomfortable silence as the prepared for bed.
"Lacci?"
"Hmm?"
"Why are you so obsessed with Harry?"
Lacci opened her mouth and paused. She didn't know the english words to explain it. "Just am," she said lamely. Ron appeared to be too busy pulling his shirt over his head to notice her answer, and then became too busy arranging tomorrow's clothing to answer her.
Lacci stood up silently, avoided the things on Ron's floor as she crossed the room, and gave Ron a big hug from behind.
This caught Ron completely off guard. He jumped, almost making a noise. He wasn't used to girls hugging him. Then he gave in and hugged her back. Lacci smiled as she let go and said, "Thats why I like Hayyee Pohher." She returned to her bedspot, and lay down to go to sleep. As she did so, something crawled from behind her ear and made itself comfortable in the small bed Lacci had made for it under a pile of junk.
"And if you wan' to talk, I am there. I t'ink I know enough English to talk."
Ron turned off his light, and could have sworn he heard a tiny snoring sound coming from a pile of his stuff near Lacci. It was probably a mouse or something, he conceded.
"Lacci?"
"Hmm?"
"How much English do you know, exactly?"
***
Downstairs, on a faded maroon and green couch, Harry twitched in his sleep.
(a/n: this is the dream I had last night, and there isnt much purpose to Harry having the dream. yet. there might be. You dont always have dreams about your current situation, you know. I myself had a dream about quidditch once... *emmu's sister falls asleep*)
There was a restrurant. A couple was getting married, and people were eating. Harry was the waiter, serving everyone. Just as he was complimenting the groom's jacket, someone rushed into the store. Two someones. A shapely but thin woman, and a man wearing black sunglasses and holding a large muggle gun (a/n: trinity and the computer dude from The Matrix. by computer dude, I mean the one who was different from the other computer dudes, and got run over by a train). They were all decked out in Matrix-y clothing. The man stepped forward and, using his gun like a wand, seemed to take a part of Harry and add it to his own body. Then he spoke.
"I know what you are. I know who you are. I know what you want. You are an android. You feed off other people's emotions to keep you alive. What a filthy, meaningless, pathetic life. It isn't even a life. I wont let you ruin the lives of people who have them, android." There was a round table between Harry and the man. There was no one sitting at it, and in fact it looked very out of place in the fancy restaurant. Harry ducked under it, and the man charged towards him with the gun in hand.
After only 10 seconds, Harry had the man above him. He was too fast, there was no way to escape. The man scowled down at him through the glasses, and aimed his large gun straight at Harry's head. There was a blast of green light (a/n: in the actual dream, he just blasted me to pieces and I flew apart, metal everywhere).
Suddenly, Harry found himself in a desert. The shape of the hills gave the effect that someone had taken the ice cream scooper into the sandbox. Luckily, Harry could see a large wall and a door, just a few dunes away.
The wall was an old, brick wall. It looked like someone had painted it with black paint, but the wind and the sand had made it peel and the color now looked more like a dirty greyish tan. It was huge, and seemed to go on endlessly in both directions. Harry crawled over the sand, hoping to reach the door quickly. As he crawled, he kept passing dead lizards, dried up in the sand. Just small, dead lizards. It was unnerving.
Harry reached the door, and pulled it open. It was a heavy oak door, and there was sand in the hinges. He yanked it open and shoved it shut behind him. He was now in what could have been a room. There was the front wall, where Harry came in, there were walls on either side of him, there was a floor, even though it was covered in sand, but the wall opposite to door looked as though it had been hacked through by 7 men holding crowbars. Pretty much the whole wall was taken out, revealing more normal sand dunes, a shed with no door, a beaten up playhouse with, oddly enough, a sandbox, a driveway, and far off in the distance, an oasis. There were more dried lizards.
The room contained alot of dirty sand, lying around on the floor. There was a broom, snapped in half, leaning in the corner. There were upturned boxes and crates all over the place, and Lacci was sitting on one of them. Harry walked over to her and sat down.
"They'll come to get you, you know. They wont stop until you're dead for good." Lacci was fiddling with a crate that still had things in it. It looked as though it contained a bunch of potions, but they were all poweder. Harry picked a container up and examined it. It was triangle, and had a sticker with blue bubbles on the front. The containers were plastic, and had twistable tops. The sticker said "Diet 7up." On the opposite side of the container was another sticker, which gave the ingredients and directions. "Just add -------," this one said. The last word Harry couldnt seem to read for some reason. All the containers were perfectly new looking, but he couldnt read the last word.
Finally he realized what it was, not being too quick on the uptake. It was powder soda! And there were Dr. Pepper and Cherry Coke and Mr. Pibb... they must be some sort of survival food. Harry wondered if there were any other crates with things in them, but he became aware of an army of about 50 men on the other side of the wall, one of them hacking at the door with a very large stick, and breaking through it. Harry knew it was the man, and his reinforcements. Lacci knew it too. Harry asked her to hide him.
"I wont help you hide, they have to kill you. But you can run and hide yourself. They will find you." Harry began running out the broken down wall, just as the man's stick appeared through the door.
Harry found that, no matter how much force he used in propelling himself, no matter how fast and hard he tried to run, he seemed to be moving in slow motion. The man was catching up. Harry fell to the ground, which was littered with crinkly dead lizards the size of his thumb. Harry hurried into the shed, and hid in a bucket under a seat, the most impossible place to fit into. He sat quietly, trying not to breathe but finding himself louder than anything else all the same. The man stepped into the shed, pulled the bucket from under the seat, and looked down at Harry.
Harry looked up, curled up in the position one might be in if they were hiding in a plastic bucket. The ceiling looked back down at him. It was a fair guess that it was about 5 am, as there was already a touch of pink outside. Harry closed his eyes, got comfortable, and fell back to sleep, unaware of the conversation under way right above him.
I thought Harry had come over here to see me, Ron thought grumpily, staring furiously at an orange sticker on his ceiling with CC and a cannonball next to it. He needed to concentrate his mind on something else, anything else...
The sticker was oval shaped and about 3 inches long and 1 1/2 inches wide. The C's were bold and black, as was the cannonball. The sticker was very old, and peeling at the edges. Part of it was ripped off where Ron had once been fiddling with it. It used to be shiny, in that captivating way brand new stickers always were, but in time, the shiny layer began to chip, and the sticker was covered in a thin layer of dust.
Being unable to find anything else to notice about the sticker, other than it was a very stupid and pointless sticker stuck to his ceiling, Ron was forced back into his present situation.
Ron was the youngest boy in a family of 7 kids. He had a lot to live up to. He didn't often get noticed or praised by his family. At school, two of his older brothers still went there, and they still outdid him. Even in being the class clowns, they managed to have high marks. The only people he had to look towards were Harry and Hermione.
Ron and Harry were best friends. They had been since they first boarded the Hogwarts Express, 4 years ago. Ron had always been jealous of Harry's fame. He had defeated the Dark Lord numerous times, had a godfather from Azkaban, and the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, certainly seemed to have a soft spot for him. He was in one of their spellbooks, for mice's sake! And now he had come to stay with Ron, bringing yet another adventure with him, a cute girl who's obsessed with him. And Harry had chosen her over him. Over Ron, his best friend. That's what hurt most.
Tired of moping, Ron sat up, grabbed a quill and paper, and began to write to Hermione.
***
Grubble cautiously peeked through the curtain of hair. There wasn't much to hide behind. Lacci appeared to be leaning over on someone, asleep by the sound of it. Grubble looked up at who she was leaning against.
There was a large cheek. Beyond Lacci's head was just visible a closed eye. The human's hair was black, and all over the place. This person also appeared to be asleep, but Grubble wasn't sure. She was only 7 lights and almost 8 darks wise. (a/n: 7 days, 8 night old. about 4-5 years old for a human)
Grubble decided to wake the human that she knew was friendly. She turned and pushed her hands into Lacci's temple, yanking on her hair. Her jerking about caused Moo Wormy, her stuffed grub (an actual stuffed grub, not the cheap cloth imitation) to slip from her grasp and fall into Lacci's lap. Lacci opened her eyes, and turned her head as much as was possible without knocking Grubble off her slim shoulder. Grubble whispered something in her ear, and pointed at Moo Wormy. Lacci very carefully reached down, picked up the floppy grub toy, and handed it to Grubble with one of her fingers. Grubbled hugged it tightly and jumped up and down. She whispered and excited thank you to Lacci, and began zooming her doll around.
Harry, quite luckily, was alseep. Percy had gone back to reading his book, and he was smiling. Lacci furrowed her brow, trying to decide whether to remain safely next to the sleeping Potter, or to bring her new friend upstairs where they could play. She decided that she had probably spent too much time with Harry, and should give him some thime to rest. She carefully stood up, and Harry slumped onto the couch where she had been sitting. She nodded a goodnight to Percy, who shuffled his bottom underneath him and nodded back. Lacci hugged a silent goodnight to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who appeared ready to go to sleep themselves. Then she climbed the narrow staircase and quietly opened the door.
The door to the wrong room. A beaten up stuffed bear with a drawn italian-chef moustache missed Lacci's head by inches. It hit the wall behind her and fell to the floor. Fred called quietly, "Er.. sorry, thought you were someone else. Can I have Chico back?" Lacci smiled, laughing a little. She bent over and threw the bear back, hitting Fred in the foot. "Thanks," he whispered, and she shut the door.
The next room was Ron's room. Lacci opened and shut the door silently, and watched the tall lankey figure that was Ron bent over a piece of paper, writing. Instead of politely clearing her throat, she crept up silently behind him, blowing down the neck of his shirt. Ron yelped and jumped, making a huge blotty line across his paper. "Dont do that!" he hissed at her, as Mrs. Weasley called up for them to shush.
The steps creaked as someone climbed them, sounding as though they were trying to make no noise. There was a click as a door opened, and the sound of a bear hitting someone in the glass of iced water. This was followed by an unmanly scream and the sound of ice hiting the edges of a plastic cup as they made their way up and into someone's nightwear. Someone said "Score!" Then more thudding, like the sound of an angry mother at 11 pm stomping up a bunch of steps to punish some loud boys. Ron's door creaked open a notch, and two eyes appeared by it. One was brown, and one was green. The green eye, which was below the brown one, bumped the brown one's owner's chin with the top of their owner's head. The brown eye stopped himself from yelping again.
Mrs. Weasley was giving both the twins stern looks, and by the look of it, Fred and Gerge were thinking up an excuse as she ranted. It was amazing how loud their mother could be while whispering.
"And its the middle of the night, people are trying to sleep!" She finished. Percy, who was holding a plate carrying two sandwiches and a book (the book wasnt on the plate, it was in his other hand), slipped past the three and scooted into his room, nodded them all a goodnight and quickly shut his door. George spoke up, and Ron waited in expectation, knowing he would come up with some sort of loophole and get himself out of trouble.
"He started it," George said, pointing to Fred.
"I was being perfectly quiet, it's not my fault he spilled ice water down his jammies. I was just trying to get some decent sleep. But you know Chico, he gets very thirsty at night, and when he saw George's water, he sorta zoomed through the air, like this," Fred said, demonstrating with the bear, "And George was surprised and wet himself."
Despite her anger, Mrs. Weasley couldn't help smiling in amusement at Fred's explanation. "Both of you, go off to bed, and be quiet." She pushed them back into their room and shut the door. Ron's door shut as well, and Molly went back downstairs.
George, who had been jumping from foot to foot, quickly pulled off his pyjama pants and top, which were plaid and fuzzy and had a large G on them. Even his boxers were slightly damp, but he suddenly decided to leave them on, noticing a small green eye on his wall that hadn't been there earlier.
Fred also had noticed the eye. "That's a nifty decoration," he mused, and they walked over to it. It looked up at them, somehow conveying innocence, despite the only visible part of it being the actual eyeball. George leaned down, until he was eye to eye with Lacci.
"Yeeeess?"
"Is my Aunt Minnie in there?" Lacci asked. George grinned. "No, but you can look around if you like. If you cant find her, maybe you can find someone better." Then he continued, "Hey Lacci, I bet you're really tired. Why dont you go to sleep, and we can play in the morning?"
Lacci seemed to consider this, and nodded. The top and bottom halves of the eye disappeared behind their respective side of the hole as she did this. "Oki, I see you tomorrow." The eye disappeared, and George put a peice of paper in front of the hole, so he could finish changing into his new jammies. Fred had already hopped into the bottom bunk, and was reading... HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER THE PHOENIX, OH MY ME!!! Hee, I kid. He was actually reading A Beater's Bible, so hah.
***
"Where's Harry?" Ron asked Lacci, and she made herself comfortable on the floor, by kicking Ron's junk out of the way. "He's asleep downstairs," She replied, only half paying attention. The rest of her attention was focused on the small voice in her ear.
"Pinny spoogle floogle win hoppity. Buggah buggah shicken boi."
"Irp. Danke, tishow noddle-dock foobly."
"What?" Ron asked, afraid she had said something awful about him straight to his face, without him understanding it. Lacci snapped her head up.
"I say, he looking cute when he asleep downstairs." Lacci's english was not very good, and she had to use the form of the words as she had learned them, but it got the point across. Ron nodded and muttered something.
"What?" Lacci asked, as she flopped herself down on the carpet. She had been getting the vibes that Ron was fairly annoyed at her, and wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to make things right between them.
"Nothing," Ron said, pulling off his shoes. They sat in uncomfortable silence as the prepared for bed.
"Lacci?"
"Hmm?"
"Why are you so obsessed with Harry?"
Lacci opened her mouth and paused. She didn't know the english words to explain it. "Just am," she said lamely. Ron appeared to be too busy pulling his shirt over his head to notice her answer, and then became too busy arranging tomorrow's clothing to answer her.
Lacci stood up silently, avoided the things on Ron's floor as she crossed the room, and gave Ron a big hug from behind.
This caught Ron completely off guard. He jumped, almost making a noise. He wasn't used to girls hugging him. Then he gave in and hugged her back. Lacci smiled as she let go and said, "Thats why I like Hayyee Pohher." She returned to her bedspot, and lay down to go to sleep. As she did so, something crawled from behind her ear and made itself comfortable in the small bed Lacci had made for it under a pile of junk.
"And if you wan' to talk, I am there. I t'ink I know enough English to talk."
Ron turned off his light, and could have sworn he heard a tiny snoring sound coming from a pile of his stuff near Lacci. It was probably a mouse or something, he conceded.
"Lacci?"
"Hmm?"
"How much English do you know, exactly?"
***
Downstairs, on a faded maroon and green couch, Harry twitched in his sleep.
(a/n: this is the dream I had last night, and there isnt much purpose to Harry having the dream. yet. there might be. You dont always have dreams about your current situation, you know. I myself had a dream about quidditch once... *emmu's sister falls asleep*)
There was a restrurant. A couple was getting married, and people were eating. Harry was the waiter, serving everyone. Just as he was complimenting the groom's jacket, someone rushed into the store. Two someones. A shapely but thin woman, and a man wearing black sunglasses and holding a large muggle gun (a/n: trinity and the computer dude from The Matrix. by computer dude, I mean the one who was different from the other computer dudes, and got run over by a train). They were all decked out in Matrix-y clothing. The man stepped forward and, using his gun like a wand, seemed to take a part of Harry and add it to his own body. Then he spoke.
"I know what you are. I know who you are. I know what you want. You are an android. You feed off other people's emotions to keep you alive. What a filthy, meaningless, pathetic life. It isn't even a life. I wont let you ruin the lives of people who have them, android." There was a round table between Harry and the man. There was no one sitting at it, and in fact it looked very out of place in the fancy restaurant. Harry ducked under it, and the man charged towards him with the gun in hand.
After only 10 seconds, Harry had the man above him. He was too fast, there was no way to escape. The man scowled down at him through the glasses, and aimed his large gun straight at Harry's head. There was a blast of green light (a/n: in the actual dream, he just blasted me to pieces and I flew apart, metal everywhere).
Suddenly, Harry found himself in a desert. The shape of the hills gave the effect that someone had taken the ice cream scooper into the sandbox. Luckily, Harry could see a large wall and a door, just a few dunes away.
The wall was an old, brick wall. It looked like someone had painted it with black paint, but the wind and the sand had made it peel and the color now looked more like a dirty greyish tan. It was huge, and seemed to go on endlessly in both directions. Harry crawled over the sand, hoping to reach the door quickly. As he crawled, he kept passing dead lizards, dried up in the sand. Just small, dead lizards. It was unnerving.
Harry reached the door, and pulled it open. It was a heavy oak door, and there was sand in the hinges. He yanked it open and shoved it shut behind him. He was now in what could have been a room. There was the front wall, where Harry came in, there were walls on either side of him, there was a floor, even though it was covered in sand, but the wall opposite to door looked as though it had been hacked through by 7 men holding crowbars. Pretty much the whole wall was taken out, revealing more normal sand dunes, a shed with no door, a beaten up playhouse with, oddly enough, a sandbox, a driveway, and far off in the distance, an oasis. There were more dried lizards.
The room contained alot of dirty sand, lying around on the floor. There was a broom, snapped in half, leaning in the corner. There were upturned boxes and crates all over the place, and Lacci was sitting on one of them. Harry walked over to her and sat down.
"They'll come to get you, you know. They wont stop until you're dead for good." Lacci was fiddling with a crate that still had things in it. It looked as though it contained a bunch of potions, but they were all poweder. Harry picked a container up and examined it. It was triangle, and had a sticker with blue bubbles on the front. The containers were plastic, and had twistable tops. The sticker said "Diet 7up." On the opposite side of the container was another sticker, which gave the ingredients and directions. "Just add -------," this one said. The last word Harry couldnt seem to read for some reason. All the containers were perfectly new looking, but he couldnt read the last word.
Finally he realized what it was, not being too quick on the uptake. It was powder soda! And there were Dr. Pepper and Cherry Coke and Mr. Pibb... they must be some sort of survival food. Harry wondered if there were any other crates with things in them, but he became aware of an army of about 50 men on the other side of the wall, one of them hacking at the door with a very large stick, and breaking through it. Harry knew it was the man, and his reinforcements. Lacci knew it too. Harry asked her to hide him.
"I wont help you hide, they have to kill you. But you can run and hide yourself. They will find you." Harry began running out the broken down wall, just as the man's stick appeared through the door.
Harry found that, no matter how much force he used in propelling himself, no matter how fast and hard he tried to run, he seemed to be moving in slow motion. The man was catching up. Harry fell to the ground, which was littered with crinkly dead lizards the size of his thumb. Harry hurried into the shed, and hid in a bucket under a seat, the most impossible place to fit into. He sat quietly, trying not to breathe but finding himself louder than anything else all the same. The man stepped into the shed, pulled the bucket from under the seat, and looked down at Harry.
Harry looked up, curled up in the position one might be in if they were hiding in a plastic bucket. The ceiling looked back down at him. It was a fair guess that it was about 5 am, as there was already a touch of pink outside. Harry closed his eyes, got comfortable, and fell back to sleep, unaware of the conversation under way right above him.