Declaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
A Step Too Far
By Sukura
Chapter Two: Gotcha!!!!
Today was a good day, Dudley thought to himself as he made his way down the street. He was exhausted and starving, it was a lot of hard work bullying and annoying people. It was a lot of fun but he was so hungry, it had been almost two hours since his last meal and his stomach was grumbling loudly, it took a lot out of him when he had to run away from that dorky looking man. Dudley laughed just thinking about the guy crawling on the ground, as he desperately tried to gather his papers, books and CD's that had scattered everywhere, it even made Dudley burst out laughing again.
The man was just asking for it, the way he was clutching those books of his and looking all nervous as he hurried down the sidewalk, like he was hiding something. The look on his face was priceless when Dudley's fat body slammed into him sending him and all his things flying to the ground, it was a look of shock and horror all mixed into one.
"Yes, today was most definitely a great day," Dudley said to himself. He was so pleased that he had successfully made someone else's day miserable, plus to top it all off he got a new game out of it.
So what if he nabbed it while the man was picking up all his other stuff. You snooze, you loose, Dudley thought. After all he found it, finder keepers, loser weepers. It really didn't matter that the guy didn't actually loose the game, and that actually Dudley had stolen it. He found it and that was his story and Dudley was going to stick to. Beside, it was just a stupid computer game, if the guy really wanted the game he could go buy himself another one. Dudley had nothing to worry about he was never going to see that dorky jerk again. Beside, if by some small chance Dudley did see the man again, there was no way he could prove that he had stolen it, he had million's of games so the man could never prove that the game was his.
As Dudley enter his home at Number 4 Privet Drive, mysterious aromas filled the air that made Dudley's mouth water and his tummy grumble.
"Is that my Dudley-kins," his mother cooed as she made her way out of the kitchen. "I bet you're starving. Mommy made something special for her precious little baby-kins."
Dudley suppressed a groan as his mother pitched his cheeks and kissed him on his forehead. He really hated when she did that. "What are we having mommy," he asked. Really he was too old to be calling her mommy. But it made her happy, and if it made her happy, then all the more he would get away with.
"It's an surprise," she squealed in delighted as she turned around and headed back to the kitchen to finish dinner.
Pulling out the computer game from his pocket, Dudley finally got a chance to examine it closely. Pity, he though I already have this version of Doom. Oh well, I can always sell it and make some money off it. Shaking his head in disappointment Dudley threw the game on the coffee table and headed straight into the kitchen, his mind on one thing and one thing only, food and more food.
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"There's at least four people in that house," Bingham said, he had watching the house for hours. "Two adults and two kids."
"Do they have any dogs?" Bryson asked.
"Not that I could see."
"So, what are we going to do?" Chal asked nervously. "We can't just go barging in there and demand that they give us the CD,"
"Why not?" was Ackerley cold reply.
Chal glared at him, but it did no good. He let out a long sigh, how did I get myself into this mess, Chal thought, then shook his head. It was never supposed to be like this, it was just an easy way to make a lot of money. Nobody was supposed to get hurt, especially him.
"I say we go in there, find the kid and make him give us the CD," Bingham said.
"What happens if they call the police?" Chal asked.
"They won't," Ackerley said.
"How do you know?" Chal snapped.
Ackerley smiled and pulled out his wicked looking knife, "It will be hard to call the police if the phone wires have been cut."
"What about the rest of the family, what are we going to do about them?" Chal said.
"Kill them, kill them all," Ackerley answer.
"We can't it's not worth that," Chal said desperately.
"We can't let them live. They'll know to much, what else can we do." Bingham said.
"So you're just going to.." Chal said.
"Silence," Bryson yelled. "We go in, find the CD, find out what they know, then leave. I want to be out of that house by sunrise." Pointing to Ackerley and Bingham. " After the lights are out and we think they are asleep, you two will go in through the back and Chal and I will go in through the front. Hopefully they won't even know we were there." With that Bryson made his way to the front of the house.
"Ackerley," Chal called out stopping Ackerley in his tracks. "That skinny little kid, you didn't kill him did you?"
"What if I did?" Ackerley said, then turned around and followed Bingham to the back of the house.
Chal stood there for a few moments and stared at Ackerley's retreating back. Oh god what have I done, he thought?
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Harry Potter laid on his lumpy bed and stared at the ceiling. He hated being here, he wanted nothing more then to leave this place and never come back. He hated being the Dursley's slave and Dudley's punching bag. They treated him like he was nothing and expected him to be grateful that they had taken him in when he was just a baby. But there was a bright side, in a few months, he would be going back to school and wouldn't have to see the Dursely's for a whole term at Hogwart's.
Harry rubbed his bruised arm and winced in pain. Another one of Dudley's mean little jokes. Harry had just gotten done vacuuming the living room and was about ready to head upstairs when Dudley had come up behind him and pushed him as hard as he could, sending him flying into the coffee table. Harry had landed hard on the table, sending stuff flying everywhere. It was his arm that took the worst of it and he had the bruises to show for it. It has already started to turn black and purple. Of course Dudley didn't get in trouble, he had told his parents that Harry had tripped, so Harry was scolded for being clumsy and making a mess. All the while Dudley smiled smugly at him while stuffing chocolate in his mouth.
One of these days Harry thought, Dudley was going to piss off the wrong person, then he'll get his. Turning on his bed, Harry winced again as a sharp pain shot through his arm. Maybe I should get some ice for my arm, Harry thought. Pushing off the few blankets he had on him, he grabbed his glasses and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ With one final twist from the knife blade and the click of the lock, the door was open. Ackerley slowly made his way into the dark house. Looking around he found himself in the kitchen and signaled to Bingham that it was ok. He made his way into the living room, pulling out his flashlight. He was just about to turn it on, when he heard footsteps from upstairs.
Nodding to Bingham to keep quiet, Ackerley quickly got out of sight. Within seconds a person was making their way down the stairs. Without even hesitating, Ackerley grabbed the person's arm and twisting it brought his free hand to his prisoner's mouth so the person could not scream. Ackerley drew his face close to the frightened person's ear and whispered.
"Gotcha!!!"
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Here it is my second part, what do you think. The next part is going to have more action in it. Please review and tell me what you think.
I would like to thank my Uncle for all his help with this story. I could not have done it without him.
A Step Too Far
By Sukura
Chapter Two: Gotcha!!!!
Today was a good day, Dudley thought to himself as he made his way down the street. He was exhausted and starving, it was a lot of hard work bullying and annoying people. It was a lot of fun but he was so hungry, it had been almost two hours since his last meal and his stomach was grumbling loudly, it took a lot out of him when he had to run away from that dorky looking man. Dudley laughed just thinking about the guy crawling on the ground, as he desperately tried to gather his papers, books and CD's that had scattered everywhere, it even made Dudley burst out laughing again.
The man was just asking for it, the way he was clutching those books of his and looking all nervous as he hurried down the sidewalk, like he was hiding something. The look on his face was priceless when Dudley's fat body slammed into him sending him and all his things flying to the ground, it was a look of shock and horror all mixed into one.
"Yes, today was most definitely a great day," Dudley said to himself. He was so pleased that he had successfully made someone else's day miserable, plus to top it all off he got a new game out of it.
So what if he nabbed it while the man was picking up all his other stuff. You snooze, you loose, Dudley thought. After all he found it, finder keepers, loser weepers. It really didn't matter that the guy didn't actually loose the game, and that actually Dudley had stolen it. He found it and that was his story and Dudley was going to stick to. Beside, it was just a stupid computer game, if the guy really wanted the game he could go buy himself another one. Dudley had nothing to worry about he was never going to see that dorky jerk again. Beside, if by some small chance Dudley did see the man again, there was no way he could prove that he had stolen it, he had million's of games so the man could never prove that the game was his.
As Dudley enter his home at Number 4 Privet Drive, mysterious aromas filled the air that made Dudley's mouth water and his tummy grumble.
"Is that my Dudley-kins," his mother cooed as she made her way out of the kitchen. "I bet you're starving. Mommy made something special for her precious little baby-kins."
Dudley suppressed a groan as his mother pitched his cheeks and kissed him on his forehead. He really hated when she did that. "What are we having mommy," he asked. Really he was too old to be calling her mommy. But it made her happy, and if it made her happy, then all the more he would get away with.
"It's an surprise," she squealed in delighted as she turned around and headed back to the kitchen to finish dinner.
Pulling out the computer game from his pocket, Dudley finally got a chance to examine it closely. Pity, he though I already have this version of Doom. Oh well, I can always sell it and make some money off it. Shaking his head in disappointment Dudley threw the game on the coffee table and headed straight into the kitchen, his mind on one thing and one thing only, food and more food.
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"There's at least four people in that house," Bingham said, he had watching the house for hours. "Two adults and two kids."
"Do they have any dogs?" Bryson asked.
"Not that I could see."
"So, what are we going to do?" Chal asked nervously. "We can't just go barging in there and demand that they give us the CD,"
"Why not?" was Ackerley cold reply.
Chal glared at him, but it did no good. He let out a long sigh, how did I get myself into this mess, Chal thought, then shook his head. It was never supposed to be like this, it was just an easy way to make a lot of money. Nobody was supposed to get hurt, especially him.
"I say we go in there, find the kid and make him give us the CD," Bingham said.
"What happens if they call the police?" Chal asked.
"They won't," Ackerley said.
"How do you know?" Chal snapped.
Ackerley smiled and pulled out his wicked looking knife, "It will be hard to call the police if the phone wires have been cut."
"What about the rest of the family, what are we going to do about them?" Chal said.
"Kill them, kill them all," Ackerley answer.
"We can't it's not worth that," Chal said desperately.
"We can't let them live. They'll know to much, what else can we do." Bingham said.
"So you're just going to.." Chal said.
"Silence," Bryson yelled. "We go in, find the CD, find out what they know, then leave. I want to be out of that house by sunrise." Pointing to Ackerley and Bingham. " After the lights are out and we think they are asleep, you two will go in through the back and Chal and I will go in through the front. Hopefully they won't even know we were there." With that Bryson made his way to the front of the house.
"Ackerley," Chal called out stopping Ackerley in his tracks. "That skinny little kid, you didn't kill him did you?"
"What if I did?" Ackerley said, then turned around and followed Bingham to the back of the house.
Chal stood there for a few moments and stared at Ackerley's retreating back. Oh god what have I done, he thought?
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Harry Potter laid on his lumpy bed and stared at the ceiling. He hated being here, he wanted nothing more then to leave this place and never come back. He hated being the Dursley's slave and Dudley's punching bag. They treated him like he was nothing and expected him to be grateful that they had taken him in when he was just a baby. But there was a bright side, in a few months, he would be going back to school and wouldn't have to see the Dursely's for a whole term at Hogwart's.
Harry rubbed his bruised arm and winced in pain. Another one of Dudley's mean little jokes. Harry had just gotten done vacuuming the living room and was about ready to head upstairs when Dudley had come up behind him and pushed him as hard as he could, sending him flying into the coffee table. Harry had landed hard on the table, sending stuff flying everywhere. It was his arm that took the worst of it and he had the bruises to show for it. It has already started to turn black and purple. Of course Dudley didn't get in trouble, he had told his parents that Harry had tripped, so Harry was scolded for being clumsy and making a mess. All the while Dudley smiled smugly at him while stuffing chocolate in his mouth.
One of these days Harry thought, Dudley was going to piss off the wrong person, then he'll get his. Turning on his bed, Harry winced again as a sharp pain shot through his arm. Maybe I should get some ice for my arm, Harry thought. Pushing off the few blankets he had on him, he grabbed his glasses and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ With one final twist from the knife blade and the click of the lock, the door was open. Ackerley slowly made his way into the dark house. Looking around he found himself in the kitchen and signaled to Bingham that it was ok. He made his way into the living room, pulling out his flashlight. He was just about to turn it on, when he heard footsteps from upstairs.
Nodding to Bingham to keep quiet, Ackerley quickly got out of sight. Within seconds a person was making their way down the stairs. Without even hesitating, Ackerley grabbed the person's arm and twisting it brought his free hand to his prisoner's mouth so the person could not scream. Ackerley drew his face close to the frightened person's ear and whispered.
"Gotcha!!!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Here it is my second part, what do you think. The next part is going to have more action in it. Please review and tell me what you think.
I would like to thank my Uncle for all his help with this story. I could not have done it without him.