Chapter Two
Break-In at Number 7
The next day, Christian and Lauren were walking along the streets of Little Whining. "There it is," said Lauren. "Number 7 Privet Drive!" Christian looked long and hard and wondered what sort of attachment the long tubular pipe was, referring to the garden hosepipe. All of a sudden a family of fat came rushing out of the door and he grabbed Lauren above the elbow and threw her into the shrubbery, followed close by him. "Duddey! Come on Duddey!" said the big fat man. Lauren looked on, mystified. "Get in the car, ickle Dudley-Poo," said the only member of the family that seemed to care about her body weight. Car doors slammed and engines started and they were off. To where, neither of them knew. They thought about it for a moment, knowing they were both thinking the same thing, looked at each other briefly, then arose from the shrubbage and walked towards the door: locked. They wondered how they could get in without having to use magic. They looked up at the same time and saw that a window was open, though it had bars over it. Looking at each other with a "you go first" type of look in the eye, Lauren started to climb when Christian pulled her down and decided to go, perhaps out of want to prove himself in front of the girl. The pipes squeaked underneath his weight and when he got to his destination, he realized that the two of them were slim enough to fit through the bars. He went in, poked his head out and yelled down "I'll come down and unlock that door there!" Lauren waited. As Coulson made his way down the stairs, all he saw were framed photographs of a fat boy smiling with pudgy fingers and hardly any hair. Most of the time, he saw pictures of the same boy holding some sort of muggle food item; his fingers were incredibly fat, like small sausages. Christian wondered how the boy hadn't confused his hand for just that. In the corridor to the front door, there were more pictures, this time of the whole family, but the little boy didn't seem to change much from the pictures along the staircase. He was mildly amused, but ultimately unimpressed. It was as muggle as he'd ever seen. He unlocked the door and let Lauren in, who gasped at the mere sight of such a ghastly house. Lauren, although on the side of Coulson, was spirited and lively, and this house had no such thing. Depression immediately filled her face. "Who would live in such a thing," she asked contemptuously. "Apparently this is what a Muggle house looks like. You stay here and watch out for any intruders." Lauren almost laughed at the word "intruder", as she realized that they were actually the ones that were intruding, muggle home or not. She stayed put as Christian searched for anything that could be a clue as to what Potter's life was like: memories, diary entries, etc. He searched the entire house and didn't find anything really interesting, so he decided to get Lauren and leave. Just as he opened his mouth, a car pulled up outside and Lauren alerted Christian. Without thinking, he ran and grabbed Lauren and ran out the front door to the utter jaw-drop reaction of the family that lived there. The boy Christian had seen in the pictures was there in real life and didn't look any different, still holding food. "WAIT JUST ONE MOMENT YOUNG MAN!" said the big fat man. They kept running. "I'M ALERTING THE POLICE!" he yelled after them. "DON'T YOU THINK I WON'T, EITHER, YOU MIGHT AS WELL GIVE YOURSELF UP!" It was no use. The man was yelling at two specks on the horizon. He went into his house, slammed the door in the woman's face, unaware, and started mumbling to himself. "First this Potter boy shows up and expects our undivided attention and then thi."- he realized that when he came in he didn't bother to see if the intruders were keen on taking any of their possessions. He found everything in perfect place. He called the police just to spite the intruders, anyhow.
Break-In at Number 7
The next day, Christian and Lauren were walking along the streets of Little Whining. "There it is," said Lauren. "Number 7 Privet Drive!" Christian looked long and hard and wondered what sort of attachment the long tubular pipe was, referring to the garden hosepipe. All of a sudden a family of fat came rushing out of the door and he grabbed Lauren above the elbow and threw her into the shrubbery, followed close by him. "Duddey! Come on Duddey!" said the big fat man. Lauren looked on, mystified. "Get in the car, ickle Dudley-Poo," said the only member of the family that seemed to care about her body weight. Car doors slammed and engines started and they were off. To where, neither of them knew. They thought about it for a moment, knowing they were both thinking the same thing, looked at each other briefly, then arose from the shrubbage and walked towards the door: locked. They wondered how they could get in without having to use magic. They looked up at the same time and saw that a window was open, though it had bars over it. Looking at each other with a "you go first" type of look in the eye, Lauren started to climb when Christian pulled her down and decided to go, perhaps out of want to prove himself in front of the girl. The pipes squeaked underneath his weight and when he got to his destination, he realized that the two of them were slim enough to fit through the bars. He went in, poked his head out and yelled down "I'll come down and unlock that door there!" Lauren waited. As Coulson made his way down the stairs, all he saw were framed photographs of a fat boy smiling with pudgy fingers and hardly any hair. Most of the time, he saw pictures of the same boy holding some sort of muggle food item; his fingers were incredibly fat, like small sausages. Christian wondered how the boy hadn't confused his hand for just that. In the corridor to the front door, there were more pictures, this time of the whole family, but the little boy didn't seem to change much from the pictures along the staircase. He was mildly amused, but ultimately unimpressed. It was as muggle as he'd ever seen. He unlocked the door and let Lauren in, who gasped at the mere sight of such a ghastly house. Lauren, although on the side of Coulson, was spirited and lively, and this house had no such thing. Depression immediately filled her face. "Who would live in such a thing," she asked contemptuously. "Apparently this is what a Muggle house looks like. You stay here and watch out for any intruders." Lauren almost laughed at the word "intruder", as she realized that they were actually the ones that were intruding, muggle home or not. She stayed put as Christian searched for anything that could be a clue as to what Potter's life was like: memories, diary entries, etc. He searched the entire house and didn't find anything really interesting, so he decided to get Lauren and leave. Just as he opened his mouth, a car pulled up outside and Lauren alerted Christian. Without thinking, he ran and grabbed Lauren and ran out the front door to the utter jaw-drop reaction of the family that lived there. The boy Christian had seen in the pictures was there in real life and didn't look any different, still holding food. "WAIT JUST ONE MOMENT YOUNG MAN!" said the big fat man. They kept running. "I'M ALERTING THE POLICE!" he yelled after them. "DON'T YOU THINK I WON'T, EITHER, YOU MIGHT AS WELL GIVE YOURSELF UP!" It was no use. The man was yelling at two specks on the horizon. He went into his house, slammed the door in the woman's face, unaware, and started mumbling to himself. "First this Potter boy shows up and expects our undivided attention and then thi."- he realized that when he came in he didn't bother to see if the intruders were keen on taking any of their possessions. He found everything in perfect place. He called the police just to spite the intruders, anyhow.