Chapter 3: All My Fault
"BOY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!" shouted Vernon Dursily to his nephew,
Harry paled slightly as he came through the door.
"Why are they up so early?" thought Harry as he glanced at the clock on the mantel on the fireplace. It read 8:10. Harry did a double take when he saw the clock. "My clock must have stopped."
"Well," shouted Vernon turning a dark angry purple as he stood next to the stairs, his hand gripping the banister so tightly that Harry could actually hear the banister crack,
"I am waiting boy."
"I just went for a jog that's all Uncle Vernon. Honestly." spoke Harry quickly, "That's all."
Vernon looked at Harry with his eyes trying to see if the story was the truth. Satisfied he nodded his head. " Hurry up. Go upstairs and clean up. Go on, Petunia, Dudily, and I are waiting for our breakfast."
Harry merely nodded his head and flew up the stairs. " I can't believe I am this late," thought Harry with a sigh. The young man went to the bathroom, stripped off his jogging cloths. Harry turned on the shower and let the hot water work out his sore mussels.
After fifteen minutes under the shower, Harry stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waste. The fifteen year old looked at himself in the fogged up mirror. He had bags under his eyes from where he had started to get up early, and he had very little mussels to speak. The mussels he did have were from him playing Qudditiech. Harry shook his head at his reflection, " I wish I at least did not look like skin and bones." Harry let out another sigh and picked up his cloths and headed to his room to change.
After changing into Dudeily old cloths, and making sure Hedwig had not returned yet from delivering a letter to Ron, Harry went down the stairs and into the kitchen. Just as his uncle had said everyone was waiting for him to fix breakfast.
"Boy, hurry and fix breakfast for my little Dudiers is wasting away." screeched Aunt Petunia as she went from the stove to sit down at the table. Harry looked at his cousin, Dudily Dursily. For the past two years the Smelting nurse had put Dudily on a diet. But the truth of the matter was that his cousin was not losing wait but gaining weight. So the nurse ,this summer had told Dudily to go ahead and eat what he wanted as his diet was not working whatsoever. He now resembled a small killer whale. Harry's Uncle had his head buried in the mourning newspaper.
Harry made his way to the stove and begins to fix his so-called family breakfast. When he was doing this, Dudily reached over to the brand new TV that had been put in the kitchen at his constant begging. As Harry fried the eggs he listened to the news report that had come over.
"Last night, ten bodies were discovered on a subway (AN: I do not know if London has a subway system but if the city doesn't, for this story the city does.) around twelve midnight. According to Scotland Yard, the bodies did not show any kinds of wounds expect for the wrists of each victim that appeared to have rope burns. The only other strange thing about this incident was that a mark was apparently burned into the wall of the subway car." spoke the reporter from the subway tunnel in which the victims were discovered.
Harry paled and forgot all about the Dursley's breakfast. He turned and stared at the pictures on the television set. The cameraman showed the inside of the subway cart and Harry felt sick. On the far wall from the exit, burned with magic was the Dark Mark.
"Boy, what are you doing?!" screed Aunt Petunia as she saw that Harry was letting the breakfast was burning. Petunia jumped up and ran to the stove to save the burning food. Uncle Vernon turned from the TV to yell at Harry for been a ungrateful brat but Harry was not paying attention. He was still listing to the news broadcast.
"This strange symbol was found all over the subway car. Police believe this massacre was caused by a gang. We will have more information as it comes." concluded the news reporter as he turned the control back to the newsroom. "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU BOY??" shouted Veron to the 14 year old wizard who was still staring at the screen in shock.
"It's started already. I can't believe it's started already" thought the green-eyed boy as he continued to ignore his Uncle and Aunt. Harry slowly walked out of the kitchen the shouts of his relatives following him all the way to his room. His mind was full of the events of last year and what he had seen at the grave yard. One thought kept pushing its way towered the front of his mind. Plaguing him as he slowly shut the door. "This is my fault."
"BOY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!" shouted Vernon Dursily to his nephew,
Harry paled slightly as he came through the door.
"Why are they up so early?" thought Harry as he glanced at the clock on the mantel on the fireplace. It read 8:10. Harry did a double take when he saw the clock. "My clock must have stopped."
"Well," shouted Vernon turning a dark angry purple as he stood next to the stairs, his hand gripping the banister so tightly that Harry could actually hear the banister crack,
"I am waiting boy."
"I just went for a jog that's all Uncle Vernon. Honestly." spoke Harry quickly, "That's all."
Vernon looked at Harry with his eyes trying to see if the story was the truth. Satisfied he nodded his head. " Hurry up. Go upstairs and clean up. Go on, Petunia, Dudily, and I are waiting for our breakfast."
Harry merely nodded his head and flew up the stairs. " I can't believe I am this late," thought Harry with a sigh. The young man went to the bathroom, stripped off his jogging cloths. Harry turned on the shower and let the hot water work out his sore mussels.
After fifteen minutes under the shower, Harry stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waste. The fifteen year old looked at himself in the fogged up mirror. He had bags under his eyes from where he had started to get up early, and he had very little mussels to speak. The mussels he did have were from him playing Qudditiech. Harry shook his head at his reflection, " I wish I at least did not look like skin and bones." Harry let out another sigh and picked up his cloths and headed to his room to change.
After changing into Dudeily old cloths, and making sure Hedwig had not returned yet from delivering a letter to Ron, Harry went down the stairs and into the kitchen. Just as his uncle had said everyone was waiting for him to fix breakfast.
"Boy, hurry and fix breakfast for my little Dudiers is wasting away." screeched Aunt Petunia as she went from the stove to sit down at the table. Harry looked at his cousin, Dudily Dursily. For the past two years the Smelting nurse had put Dudily on a diet. But the truth of the matter was that his cousin was not losing wait but gaining weight. So the nurse ,this summer had told Dudily to go ahead and eat what he wanted as his diet was not working whatsoever. He now resembled a small killer whale. Harry's Uncle had his head buried in the mourning newspaper.
Harry made his way to the stove and begins to fix his so-called family breakfast. When he was doing this, Dudily reached over to the brand new TV that had been put in the kitchen at his constant begging. As Harry fried the eggs he listened to the news report that had come over.
"Last night, ten bodies were discovered on a subway (AN: I do not know if London has a subway system but if the city doesn't, for this story the city does.) around twelve midnight. According to Scotland Yard, the bodies did not show any kinds of wounds expect for the wrists of each victim that appeared to have rope burns. The only other strange thing about this incident was that a mark was apparently burned into the wall of the subway car." spoke the reporter from the subway tunnel in which the victims were discovered.
Harry paled and forgot all about the Dursley's breakfast. He turned and stared at the pictures on the television set. The cameraman showed the inside of the subway cart and Harry felt sick. On the far wall from the exit, burned with magic was the Dark Mark.
"Boy, what are you doing?!" screed Aunt Petunia as she saw that Harry was letting the breakfast was burning. Petunia jumped up and ran to the stove to save the burning food. Uncle Vernon turned from the TV to yell at Harry for been a ungrateful brat but Harry was not paying attention. He was still listing to the news broadcast.
"This strange symbol was found all over the subway car. Police believe this massacre was caused by a gang. We will have more information as it comes." concluded the news reporter as he turned the control back to the newsroom. "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU BOY??" shouted Veron to the 14 year old wizard who was still staring at the screen in shock.
"It's started already. I can't believe it's started already" thought the green-eyed boy as he continued to ignore his Uncle and Aunt. Harry slowly walked out of the kitchen the shouts of his relatives following him all the way to his room. His mind was full of the events of last year and what he had seen at the grave yard. One thought kept pushing its way towered the front of his mind. Plaguing him as he slowly shut the door. "This is my fault."