Declaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
A Step to Far
By Sukura
Chapter Three: A Knife in the Dark
Panic seized Harry when he felt someone grabbed his arm. Harry wanted to scream, to fight, but the grip on his arm was too strong. The stranger's other hand was pressed hard to Harry's mouth, stopping any sound. Warm stinking breath close to Harry's ear sent shivers of terror down his spine.
"Gotcha!!!" a voice whispered to him.
The first thought that came to Harry was that Voldemont had found him, and this was a death-eater that was going to kill him.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here," another man said quietly holding a flashlight toward Harry's face as he walked closer.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to turn his face away from the bright light.
"Do you think this is the kid?" the man who was holding him said.
"I." the other was about to answer when another man's voice interrupted him.
"What the hell is going on here?" The man bellowed loudly.
Harry was beginning to realize that these men were not death eaters, as he originally thought. Then what do they want?
"Look what I caught," the man said. Harry could not make out the people around him.
"Get that flash light out of the poor boy's face, Ackerley," a fourth voice said.
How many people are there, Harry wondered?
Reluctantly, the flashlight was moved away. It was a few seconds before Harry's blurred vision returned.
"Happy," Ackerley snarled at the unseen man.
"Is this the kid?" said the bad breath voice as he jerked Harry's head up.
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Chal looked at the frightened boy, who stared at them with wide, bright green eyes behind a pair of battered glasses.
"No," he said. " This isn't the one who took the CD."
"Great, just great," Bryson yelled.
"Just because he isn't the one doesn't mean that he don't know where it is." Ackerley said pulling Harry out of Bingham's hold by Harry's shirtfront.
"Where is it kid?" Ackerley yelled. Harry felt a sharp knife being pressed against his throat.
"Where's what?" Harry finally managed to say.
"The CD, the one your fat brother stole," Ackerley snarled, the knife pressing even harder into his throat. Harry felt warm drops of blood roll down his neck. Fear consumed him, this man was serious, and he wanted to kill him. Harry had faced death before. The two years he had gone to Hogwarts, he'd faced one of the most evil wizards alive and he had survived. But this was different, this man wasn't an evil wizard, he was a cold hearted killer and it wasn't magic he was using, it was cold hard steel, pressed to his throat.
"Let the boy go," Chal said. " He doesn't know where it is, leave him alone."
"You're too soft, Addison," Ackerley snapped. "To soft, tell me boy, I don't have patience for children."
The fear was over whelming. The knife was pressing deeper as the pain shot throught his body. "Stop it," Harry said softly. "Stop it," louder, "STOP."
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"Ackerley," Chal pleaded.
Ackerley ignored his comrade's pleas. He focused on the child in his grasps, pressing the knife closer, he could hear the pleas from the boy to stop, which caused him to smirk, and press harder. The smirks faded from his face when he felt an invisible force pulling his arm away from the boy and flinging him across the room right into the wall faces first.
Ackerley hit the wall hard causing the picture of a smiling Dudley, naked on a bear skin rug, to fall from the wall to the ground scattering glass everywhere. Ackerley lay unconscious on the ground, Dudley's picture draped across his face.
"Ackerley," Bingham called out, running over to his friend.
Harry sat on the ground breathing hard, one hand to his bleeding neck, the other holding himself up. A comforting hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Are you alright," Chal asked, he was about to say more when the lights turn on and loud pounding feet could be heard upstairs.
"What in the hell is going on down here," Vernon Dursley roared as he stormed down the stairs in his nightshirt followed by his wife in hair curlers and green night beauty cream on her face.
"Great, just great." Bryson muttered, from beside Ackerley as he got up and moved away from the unconscious man.
"Boy, how dare you bring you freak friends here," Mr. Dursley yelled as soon as he saw Harry sitting on the ground with Chal leaning over him.
"They not my friends." Harry manages to say looking up at his Uncle.
It was then that Vernon Dursley noticed how pale his nephew was and the smears of blood on Harry's neck. It was also then that he noticed the other three people in his house, one who was lying unconscious on the ground with a knife lying next to him. Slowly backing away from the staircase, he bumped into Mrs. Dursley and knocked her down. Mr. Dursley turned to grab the phone on the desk near the stairs while Mrs. Dursley wailed on the ground.
"Can't let you do that Governor," Bryson said, holding a gun to Mr. Dursley head. " Let's put the phone back down."
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I would like to thank my Uncle for helping my with my story, without his help I would never have posted it.
I would like to thank everyone who reviewed the first two chapters, Thank you.
I am sorry that this story took so long to be updated.
Please review and tell me what you think.
A Step to Far
By Sukura
Chapter Three: A Knife in the Dark
Panic seized Harry when he felt someone grabbed his arm. Harry wanted to scream, to fight, but the grip on his arm was too strong. The stranger's other hand was pressed hard to Harry's mouth, stopping any sound. Warm stinking breath close to Harry's ear sent shivers of terror down his spine.
"Gotcha!!!" a voice whispered to him.
The first thought that came to Harry was that Voldemont had found him, and this was a death-eater that was going to kill him.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here," another man said quietly holding a flashlight toward Harry's face as he walked closer.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to turn his face away from the bright light.
"Do you think this is the kid?" the man who was holding him said.
"I." the other was about to answer when another man's voice interrupted him.
"What the hell is going on here?" The man bellowed loudly.
Harry was beginning to realize that these men were not death eaters, as he originally thought. Then what do they want?
"Look what I caught," the man said. Harry could not make out the people around him.
"Get that flash light out of the poor boy's face, Ackerley," a fourth voice said.
How many people are there, Harry wondered?
Reluctantly, the flashlight was moved away. It was a few seconds before Harry's blurred vision returned.
"Happy," Ackerley snarled at the unseen man.
"Is this the kid?" said the bad breath voice as he jerked Harry's head up.
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Chal looked at the frightened boy, who stared at them with wide, bright green eyes behind a pair of battered glasses.
"No," he said. " This isn't the one who took the CD."
"Great, just great," Bryson yelled.
"Just because he isn't the one doesn't mean that he don't know where it is." Ackerley said pulling Harry out of Bingham's hold by Harry's shirtfront.
"Where is it kid?" Ackerley yelled. Harry felt a sharp knife being pressed against his throat.
"Where's what?" Harry finally managed to say.
"The CD, the one your fat brother stole," Ackerley snarled, the knife pressing even harder into his throat. Harry felt warm drops of blood roll down his neck. Fear consumed him, this man was serious, and he wanted to kill him. Harry had faced death before. The two years he had gone to Hogwarts, he'd faced one of the most evil wizards alive and he had survived. But this was different, this man wasn't an evil wizard, he was a cold hearted killer and it wasn't magic he was using, it was cold hard steel, pressed to his throat.
"Let the boy go," Chal said. " He doesn't know where it is, leave him alone."
"You're too soft, Addison," Ackerley snapped. "To soft, tell me boy, I don't have patience for children."
The fear was over whelming. The knife was pressing deeper as the pain shot throught his body. "Stop it," Harry said softly. "Stop it," louder, "STOP."
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"Ackerley," Chal pleaded.
Ackerley ignored his comrade's pleas. He focused on the child in his grasps, pressing the knife closer, he could hear the pleas from the boy to stop, which caused him to smirk, and press harder. The smirks faded from his face when he felt an invisible force pulling his arm away from the boy and flinging him across the room right into the wall faces first.
Ackerley hit the wall hard causing the picture of a smiling Dudley, naked on a bear skin rug, to fall from the wall to the ground scattering glass everywhere. Ackerley lay unconscious on the ground, Dudley's picture draped across his face.
"Ackerley," Bingham called out, running over to his friend.
Harry sat on the ground breathing hard, one hand to his bleeding neck, the other holding himself up. A comforting hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Are you alright," Chal asked, he was about to say more when the lights turn on and loud pounding feet could be heard upstairs.
"What in the hell is going on down here," Vernon Dursley roared as he stormed down the stairs in his nightshirt followed by his wife in hair curlers and green night beauty cream on her face.
"Great, just great." Bryson muttered, from beside Ackerley as he got up and moved away from the unconscious man.
"Boy, how dare you bring you freak friends here," Mr. Dursley yelled as soon as he saw Harry sitting on the ground with Chal leaning over him.
"They not my friends." Harry manages to say looking up at his Uncle.
It was then that Vernon Dursley noticed how pale his nephew was and the smears of blood on Harry's neck. It was also then that he noticed the other three people in his house, one who was lying unconscious on the ground with a knife lying next to him. Slowly backing away from the staircase, he bumped into Mrs. Dursley and knocked her down. Mr. Dursley turned to grab the phone on the desk near the stairs while Mrs. Dursley wailed on the ground.
"Can't let you do that Governor," Bryson said, holding a gun to Mr. Dursley head. " Let's put the phone back down."
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I would like to thank my Uncle for helping my with my story, without his help I would never have posted it.
I would like to thank everyone who reviewed the first two chapters, Thank you.
I am sorry that this story took so long to be updated.
Please review and tell me what you think.