"BOY!" It was the first day of the holidays when Harry was awoken by his Uncle Vernon alarm clock which he had grown so accustomed to over the years. Harry slowly got up out of bed and reached for his glasses.
"I SAID GET UP YOU LAZY---" But what Harry was he never found out. Uncle Vernon's voice was suddenly cut off.
"That's strange" Harry thought to himself. Harry slowly began walking down the stairs. When he reached the bottom, he stopped in shock. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out his wand. Directly in the middle of the kitchen, stood one of Harry's many adversaries, Lucious Malfoy. Lucious was looking the other way, so Harry, was not in his line of vision. However, something else was. He was staring at something laying on the ground. More acurately, two things laying on the ground. Harry choked at the sight of his aunt and uncle laying dead on the floor.
"Uncle Vernon; Aunt Petunia..." was all managed to mutter. Caught by surprise, Lucious whirled around on the spot.
"So, we meet again, eh, Potter?" As in slow motion, Harry's wand slipped out of his hand. "So the perfect little boy who lived is defenceless in the hands of a famous deatheater. How......delightful. Oh how I will enjoy handing you to the Dark Lord. He lifted his wand above his head and opened his mouth, but before he could say one word, he was tackled from behind. Harry stared, gaping open-mouthed at his dudley, who was hanging on to Lucious with all his strength. Without waiting another second, Harry grabbed his wand. "EXPELLIARMUS!" Just as Lucious threw Dudley off of him, the spell hit and sent Lucious flying into the bookcase. The Death Eater slumped down, clearly unconcious. For the first time in his life, Harry looked over at Dudley with gratitude.
"Thanks" was all they could say.