Death's Angel, Owlet and Flavia (sorry, can't read Spanish), thanks for your reactions. They keep me writing.
Don't own, J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishers do.
Don't make money from this, they do.
Own not a penny, so don't sue.
But please, beloved reader, please do review.
Andolyn
Privet Drive
"Why have we stopped!" Snape asked anxiously. Ari glanced sideways at the man. It was a warm night, yet he was shivering. Ari narrowed her eyes. He was either feverish or going into shock- or perhaps he was wounded internally. This was -not- good. He clenched his jaw and gave her a wide eyed penetrating stare. Ari explained with a clear slow voice.
"Privet drive is around the next corner. If there is something going on, like the way I found you, we'd better not be immediately noticed."
Snape coughed and nodded. "You know how to think."
Ari shivered. She got the impression she'd just missed something of importance- and slowly pulled up to round the corner. Privet Drive lay before them. Quiet. Dark.
Ari's mouth went dry. Snape narrowed his eyes against the dark, alert, scanning the street as if he could find something amiss merely on scent. He pointed with his little stick.
"Is that Potter's home?"
Ari nodded while the car crept forward.
"Yes- but how do you know?"
"Just let's say, I have a hunch." he said softly in a low voice.
The living-room window exploded. Shards flew like needles and knives, reaching as far as the houses on the other side of the street. A football fell amidst the glass without bouncing and rolled away. Angry green light fell over the street, lighting the scene for a second, paralysing Ari who could not stop staring at the ball. It was no ball. It was Dudley Dursley's bloodied and severed head.
Some guttural sounds beside her made Ari look up at her companion, who's face contorted with fury. He apparently wanted to get out of the car an fumbled with the door. It jerked Ari back to what was left of her reality. In spite of the realisation that every second counted, Ari put her and on his shoulder and hissed.
"Wait!"
A woman screamed and ran from the house, the green light hit her in the back. The panicked sound was cut of immediately and she dropped like a puppet who's strings were cut. Curtains opened all around Privet Drive, a small figure backed out of number four.
Bare footed, hurting himself on the glass, holding a stick like Snape's in front of him and dressed only in his blue, white striped pyjama's, Harry faced whatever demon was still inside.
Snape tried to shrug of Ari's hand and pointed his stick at the door- he wanted out! Ari heard him yell something like 'moholora!', but paid no notice. She opted for the same trick she had pulled on Snape, pulled up suddenly and roared her car in between the boy and his home. Snape yelled angrily and apparently in some pain, tossed around as he was by the sudden movement of the car. Whatever he was doing went awry and hit the door on his side in the back of the car, which swung open. Somebody ran out of the house, both Ari and this hooded creature noticed each other too late and she hit him in the side. With an awful scream the man fell away from the car, slumping down, unmoving.
"Potter!" yelled Snape. The boy reacted immediately and dove inside the car, pulling the door shut behind him. Ari wanted to get out to see to the man she'd just run over, but Snape took a painful hold on her wrist and yelled at her with such a commanding tone of voice she could not do anything but comply.
"Drive!" he hissed. Ari stepped on the pedal and pushed it down almost completely and roared out of Privet Drive. In her rear-view mirror she could she flames leaking out of number four, and two other dark shadows pointing at the car. Without thinking and almost crashing the car, Ari pulled the wheel and soared around a corner, while both Snape and Harry bounced around, grabbing for something to hold on to. There was an explosion behind them and both Snape and Harry stared wide eyed through the back window at the angry sparks and flames coming from the road. Ari concentrated furiously on her driving, almost losing control of the car when the streetlights came up again.
For a moment, Snape fell back in his chair, closing his eyes, pushing his hair from his face.
"They've given up." he sighed exhaustedly. "They did not expect this and they gave up!"
Shell shocked Harry did nothing but stare back at the flames now leaking over the rooftops.
Snape turned to him.
"Potter- How many where there. Potter! Answer me!"
Harry faced him, but only stared at the man with dull, unseeing eyes.
Ari threw a dirty look at Snape.
"Leave the boy! Can't you see how shocked he is! He can't talk to you now! And put on your safety belt!"
"What?" Snape snapped and stared at her as if she'd gone crazy.
"Oh, forget it," Ari sighed.
Sirens neared them from the front. A fire-engine, an ambulance and two police-cars sped in the opposite direction. Ari shivered. She did not want to think of the man she had hit. She did not want to hear Petunia's cry. Or see Dudley's bloodied face. She did not. But probably would for a long time.
Don't own, J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishers do.
Don't make money from this, they do.
Own not a penny, so don't sue.
But please, beloved reader, please do review.
Andolyn
Privet Drive
"Why have we stopped!" Snape asked anxiously. Ari glanced sideways at the man. It was a warm night, yet he was shivering. Ari narrowed her eyes. He was either feverish or going into shock- or perhaps he was wounded internally. This was -not- good. He clenched his jaw and gave her a wide eyed penetrating stare. Ari explained with a clear slow voice.
"Privet drive is around the next corner. If there is something going on, like the way I found you, we'd better not be immediately noticed."
Snape coughed and nodded. "You know how to think."
Ari shivered. She got the impression she'd just missed something of importance- and slowly pulled up to round the corner. Privet Drive lay before them. Quiet. Dark.
Ari's mouth went dry. Snape narrowed his eyes against the dark, alert, scanning the street as if he could find something amiss merely on scent. He pointed with his little stick.
"Is that Potter's home?"
Ari nodded while the car crept forward.
"Yes- but how do you know?"
"Just let's say, I have a hunch." he said softly in a low voice.
The living-room window exploded. Shards flew like needles and knives, reaching as far as the houses on the other side of the street. A football fell amidst the glass without bouncing and rolled away. Angry green light fell over the street, lighting the scene for a second, paralysing Ari who could not stop staring at the ball. It was no ball. It was Dudley Dursley's bloodied and severed head.
Some guttural sounds beside her made Ari look up at her companion, who's face contorted with fury. He apparently wanted to get out of the car an fumbled with the door. It jerked Ari back to what was left of her reality. In spite of the realisation that every second counted, Ari put her and on his shoulder and hissed.
"Wait!"
A woman screamed and ran from the house, the green light hit her in the back. The panicked sound was cut of immediately and she dropped like a puppet who's strings were cut. Curtains opened all around Privet Drive, a small figure backed out of number four.
Bare footed, hurting himself on the glass, holding a stick like Snape's in front of him and dressed only in his blue, white striped pyjama's, Harry faced whatever demon was still inside.
Snape tried to shrug of Ari's hand and pointed his stick at the door- he wanted out! Ari heard him yell something like 'moholora!', but paid no notice. She opted for the same trick she had pulled on Snape, pulled up suddenly and roared her car in between the boy and his home. Snape yelled angrily and apparently in some pain, tossed around as he was by the sudden movement of the car. Whatever he was doing went awry and hit the door on his side in the back of the car, which swung open. Somebody ran out of the house, both Ari and this hooded creature noticed each other too late and she hit him in the side. With an awful scream the man fell away from the car, slumping down, unmoving.
"Potter!" yelled Snape. The boy reacted immediately and dove inside the car, pulling the door shut behind him. Ari wanted to get out to see to the man she'd just run over, but Snape took a painful hold on her wrist and yelled at her with such a commanding tone of voice she could not do anything but comply.
"Drive!" he hissed. Ari stepped on the pedal and pushed it down almost completely and roared out of Privet Drive. In her rear-view mirror she could she flames leaking out of number four, and two other dark shadows pointing at the car. Without thinking and almost crashing the car, Ari pulled the wheel and soared around a corner, while both Snape and Harry bounced around, grabbing for something to hold on to. There was an explosion behind them and both Snape and Harry stared wide eyed through the back window at the angry sparks and flames coming from the road. Ari concentrated furiously on her driving, almost losing control of the car when the streetlights came up again.
For a moment, Snape fell back in his chair, closing his eyes, pushing his hair from his face.
"They've given up." he sighed exhaustedly. "They did not expect this and they gave up!"
Shell shocked Harry did nothing but stare back at the flames now leaking over the rooftops.
Snape turned to him.
"Potter- How many where there. Potter! Answer me!"
Harry faced him, but only stared at the man with dull, unseeing eyes.
Ari threw a dirty look at Snape.
"Leave the boy! Can't you see how shocked he is! He can't talk to you now! And put on your safety belt!"
"What?" Snape snapped and stared at her as if she'd gone crazy.
"Oh, forget it," Ari sighed.
Sirens neared them from the front. A fire-engine, an ambulance and two police-cars sped in the opposite direction. Ari shivered. She did not want to think of the man she had hit. She did not want to hear Petunia's cry. Or see Dudley's bloodied face. She did not. But probably would for a long time.