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Chapter Two: A New Day
Harry put away his journal for the night (well morning, the first sun rays were peaking through the white fluffy clouds, turning them hues of red and gold) and climbed into his bed.
He sat there for well over two hours before getting up and grabbing his clothes to take a shower. Nightmares have been plaguing him, constantly reminding him of the people he indirectly killed. They accused and mocked him till he woke up panting and sweating.
As Harry brushed his hair in his room, after his shower, he listened to the silence of the house that only the early morning can bring.
Utter silence..........was broken by a loud explosion.
Sheet rock, plaster and other miscellaneous items was thrown around the room. Harry ducked down to get out of the way of flying glass from his window.
Harry quickly got up, going to his dresser for his wand. He could hear sounds of apparating, from down the street, a mere whisper compared to the sound that just destroyed his room.
Whatever this was, it was not expected and that put Harry on defense.
'What if it was Death eaters? How did they get in here? Wasn't this house protected.' Several of these type of thoughts were racing in head as he ran out of his room and into the hallway.
Uncle Vernon stood tall, but angry, with Aunt Petunia and Dudley behind him, all clad in there nightwear, with the frighten, curious expressions on there faces.
" Get out of here! Quickly and quietly. It could save your lives." said Harry in a whisper trying to stress the importance of the sentence.
Uncle Vernon face lost all color but he quickly gathered his family and went down the stairs, most likely out the back door.
He hoped that they would get out of the house but he didn't think that they would be lucky enough this morning.
Harry rushed into his Uncle and Aunt's room across the way from his own.
The room was spotless with the exception of the bed, which was unmade. Harry quickly went to the window and threw it open after undoing the lock, and looked down at the familiar drain pipe to the right of window ledge.
Harry contemplated whether or not the metal draining would support his weight, but there was no other way out. Harry climbed out the window and slowly maneuvered to the ground, sighing with relief as he hit the manicured lawn in the back yard.
He climbed the fence over into his neighbors lawn, rushed over to the gate and started at a run for the end of Privet Drive hiding in the shadows of the houses, with his wand at ready.
Harry wouldn't dare look back but he could hear sounds of people at a run behind him. Harry was almost a Mongolia Crescent when he heard spells being said accompanied by sparks hitting close to were he was only a second before.
Harry, occasionally threw hexes without looking behind him, but he kept going and finally curiosity got the better of him and he looked over his shoulder.
Death Eaters. About eight of them were following him.
Harry tripped on a loose stone and fell, face first, scratching his cheek but before he could even get up, one spell hit the target intended.
As Harry slipped into the blissful darkness, he saw glowing white masks crowding around him.
..................................................
Cold.
That was all that Harry could comprehend the moment his mind started to come from its black existence it was in for more than twelve hours.
Harry tried to move as he slowly opened his eyes, but he discovered that he was tied to a support column that one would find on the ground level of a building.
But this one was stone, as well as the floor. Harry quickly assessed that this had to be the dungeons of one of the Death Eater head quarters.
Harry didn't want to think of his wand at the moment. Most likely it was snapped in two, to prevent him form escaping again, like in previous situations.
Looking around, blinking to focus his bleary eyes, the room was stone, had mold growing in some corners and the poor lighting made it so he could barely see to the other wall that was ten feet away.
"Well, well, well, looks like our little prisoner has decided to grace us with his presence," sneered the voice from which Harry couldn't pin point where it came from.
"What do you want with me?" Harry said without a shred of fear, looking around for the person speaking.
"Tisk, Tisk, Harry...," silkily whispered to voice sending shivers down Harry's spine that the speaker didn't miss, " Such a cliche, the first sentence that you asked is what everyone always asks, but for once you actually know the answer."
Harry knew the answer to the question that he asked but he just wanted to buy some time to figure out a plan.
But nothing came to his mind and he doubt that he would be able to get out this situation.
As the person speaking to him stepped into the poor lighting so Harry could see him, the odds of actually escaping became even greater.
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Well?? Got any tips on what should come next?
Chapter Two: A New Day
Harry put away his journal for the night (well morning, the first sun rays were peaking through the white fluffy clouds, turning them hues of red and gold) and climbed into his bed.
He sat there for well over two hours before getting up and grabbing his clothes to take a shower. Nightmares have been plaguing him, constantly reminding him of the people he indirectly killed. They accused and mocked him till he woke up panting and sweating.
As Harry brushed his hair in his room, after his shower, he listened to the silence of the house that only the early morning can bring.
Utter silence..........was broken by a loud explosion.
Sheet rock, plaster and other miscellaneous items was thrown around the room. Harry ducked down to get out of the way of flying glass from his window.
Harry quickly got up, going to his dresser for his wand. He could hear sounds of apparating, from down the street, a mere whisper compared to the sound that just destroyed his room.
Whatever this was, it was not expected and that put Harry on defense.
'What if it was Death eaters? How did they get in here? Wasn't this house protected.' Several of these type of thoughts were racing in head as he ran out of his room and into the hallway.
Uncle Vernon stood tall, but angry, with Aunt Petunia and Dudley behind him, all clad in there nightwear, with the frighten, curious expressions on there faces.
" Get out of here! Quickly and quietly. It could save your lives." said Harry in a whisper trying to stress the importance of the sentence.
Uncle Vernon face lost all color but he quickly gathered his family and went down the stairs, most likely out the back door.
He hoped that they would get out of the house but he didn't think that they would be lucky enough this morning.
Harry rushed into his Uncle and Aunt's room across the way from his own.
The room was spotless with the exception of the bed, which was unmade. Harry quickly went to the window and threw it open after undoing the lock, and looked down at the familiar drain pipe to the right of window ledge.
Harry contemplated whether or not the metal draining would support his weight, but there was no other way out. Harry climbed out the window and slowly maneuvered to the ground, sighing with relief as he hit the manicured lawn in the back yard.
He climbed the fence over into his neighbors lawn, rushed over to the gate and started at a run for the end of Privet Drive hiding in the shadows of the houses, with his wand at ready.
Harry wouldn't dare look back but he could hear sounds of people at a run behind him. Harry was almost a Mongolia Crescent when he heard spells being said accompanied by sparks hitting close to were he was only a second before.
Harry, occasionally threw hexes without looking behind him, but he kept going and finally curiosity got the better of him and he looked over his shoulder.
Death Eaters. About eight of them were following him.
Harry tripped on a loose stone and fell, face first, scratching his cheek but before he could even get up, one spell hit the target intended.
As Harry slipped into the blissful darkness, he saw glowing white masks crowding around him.
..................................................
Cold.
That was all that Harry could comprehend the moment his mind started to come from its black existence it was in for more than twelve hours.
Harry tried to move as he slowly opened his eyes, but he discovered that he was tied to a support column that one would find on the ground level of a building.
But this one was stone, as well as the floor. Harry quickly assessed that this had to be the dungeons of one of the Death Eater head quarters.
Harry didn't want to think of his wand at the moment. Most likely it was snapped in two, to prevent him form escaping again, like in previous situations.
Looking around, blinking to focus his bleary eyes, the room was stone, had mold growing in some corners and the poor lighting made it so he could barely see to the other wall that was ten feet away.
"Well, well, well, looks like our little prisoner has decided to grace us with his presence," sneered the voice from which Harry couldn't pin point where it came from.
"What do you want with me?" Harry said without a shred of fear, looking around for the person speaking.
"Tisk, Tisk, Harry...," silkily whispered to voice sending shivers down Harry's spine that the speaker didn't miss, " Such a cliche, the first sentence that you asked is what everyone always asks, but for once you actually know the answer."
Harry knew the answer to the question that he asked but he just wanted to buy some time to figure out a plan.
But nothing came to his mind and he doubt that he would be able to get out this situation.
As the person speaking to him stepped into the poor lighting so Harry could see him, the odds of actually escaping became even greater.
~~~~
Well?? Got any tips on what should come next?
