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Rogue: Yea thanks.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. EVERYONE ELSE IS MINE.
BabyDex: I only now realized that the 'else' was missing from the disclaimer.
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July 4, 2006
[Number 4, Privet Drive]
He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it. She was leaving, and she was taking him with her. Not Dudley, him. Harry. It was like a dream come true, but he still didn't believe it.
He didn't believe it when she took him shopping either. She only took him with her, leaving Dudley at home to whine and cry crocodile tears. She bought him clothes, clothes that actually fit, clothes that were new and in style.
He didn't believe it when she told him to pack that night. She had asked him if he had had everything packed, if everything that was valuable to him was ready to go. He told her yes, although he didn't believe a word of what she was saying, but he did it anyway.
He sure as hell couldn't believe it when she hugged him.
"Don't worry Harry, tomorrow you and I will be gone from here." She had whispered to him. "Vernon and Dudley will only be faded memories and by the end of the summer, you'll have completely forgotten them."
When she released him, he looked at her bewildered. This can not be my aunt, he thought, Aunt Petunia would never hug him.
She laughed when she saw his face. Then as she turned to go she said, "Be ready to leave by 11 AM tomorrow Harry." She then left and walked into the guest room that was usually reserved for Aunt Marge. She and Uncle Vernon didn't even share a room anymore.
He didn't even know why they weren't sleeping in the same room anymore. Apparently, Uncle Vernon didn't either. Every night since Harry had been back, Vernon was outside of the guest room begging Petunia to come back to bed.
"Petunia!" he cried. "What are you doing? What ever it is, I'm sorry. Come on love, we can work it out."
"No we can't!" she yelled through the door. "I'm leaving this horrid place you call home and I'm taking Harry with me. There is nothing you can do about it. NOTHING!!!"
"Harry?! Why are you taking him? What about Dudley?"
"I am not taking that fat, little pig of a son of yours with me! Besides Harry's my nephew, the only reason he's here is because I'm here. I'm not leaving him with you two bullies."
"But Dudley's your son!"
"NO HE ISN'T!!! HE'S THAT WHORE OF YOURS' SON, I ONLY WENT ALONG WITH IT BECAUSE I NEEDED AN ALIBI."
"An alibi for what?"
"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, YOU IGNORANT JACKASS!!"
It had gone on this way since he had come back from Hogwarts. Part of him wanted to believe that she was telling the truth, she certainly acted like she was leaving and taking him with her, but another part of him remembered that she could be cruel and that she might be joking. This could just be a way to get him out on the street and leave him there to fend for himself. {AN: Is that how you say?}. And even if she was leaving, what if she left him here in the house with Vernon and Dudley, if they didn't bully him to death Voldemort would surely come after as soon as his aunt walked out. He was only safe here because she was here, her being the only one of his mother's family left. If she left, he'd be an easy target for Voldemort and let's face it, Voldemort would AVADA KEDAVRA his ass to thy kingdom come {AN: Why do people say that?}.
But Harry wanted to believe in the good. He could hope, couldn't he? There was no harm in that. Maybe she really was sick of Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Maybe she would be nice to him for a change. Maybe they would go on a road trip throughout Europe. Ron and Hermione got to see other parts of it, why shouldn't he? He had always wanted to see New Zealand . . .
With that thought he drifted off to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be a good day.
8:00 AM July 5, 2006
[Whitewall Castle, Mount Mafioso – Dangerwood, Westside Kirie – Central
RogueWorld]
She looked at him with her beautiful brown eyes that somehow reminded him of caramel. Creamy caramel, he loved caramel. It was she who had first introduced him to it, he hadn't stopped liking it since.
"Dre," she called. Her fiery red hair like flames in the wind, as though it wanted to burn the field of red roses. Her long black night shirt seemed to bring out all the reds in her and make her caramel eyes look more like regular chocolate, not that it mattered to him, she was still beautiful.
He remembered he had given her that shirt the last time she slept over at his house when they were still friends. It was from the Rebels' 1990 concert. It was their biggest and best concert ever. He was lucky he had been born in time to see, but she wasn't, being a '91 baby and all. That was the reason he gave her the shirt, so she could at least have some memorabilia from it, although he knew for a fact her parents had given her a poster from the concert. She was the only Weasley that hadn't been there.
She was the youngest and, as far as he was concerned, the most beautiful, even more than her older sister. She had grown up from the cute little girl that had once been his best friend to the beautiful young woman who was his rival's best friend's baby sister. And yet she was the girl of his dreams. Literally.
"Draco?"
"Hmm"
"Draco," she said. "Draco, do you love me?"
Before he could even try to answer, his alarm clock started to ring waking him up from his dream. He hit the snooze button and tried to recapture the dream, thinking of how the shirt showed off her curves perfectly when the wind blew on it. But no, the dream was gone and he was left to groan into his pillow. Why did he even have an alarm clock?
He had never needed an alarm clock before, his dad would just wake him up. Dad, he thought, god, I hope he's alright. Who was he kidding? His dad could be raped a hundred times over before Uncle Severus ever found a way to get him out. They'd have to plan the biggest escape since his Uncle Dimitri.
At the moment there wasn't really anything he could do, just sitting thinking about it was killing his mental health. To this day he wondered why he didn't kill Voldemort when he had the chance. He could have shot him when the Dark prince was shot, except he wouldn't have used an angel's arrow, he would never have given Voldemort the chance at a new life. But he couldn't think about that, he had things to do.
So he got up did his morning routine and headed toward Rogue Valley. He had to see a man about a bomb.
11:15 AM July 5, 2006
[Number 4, Privet Drive]
Well, today was today. Either she really was taking him somewhere with her or she was going to dump him somewhere. One thing was for sure: she really was leaving. A limousine had come and the driver had come and packed their things in the trunk.
Harry wondered where Aunt Petunia had gotten the money for a limousine, the driver seemed to know her well. Speaking of the driver, he reminded Harry of someone with his shiny, black hair. Why did that remind him of someone? A lot of people had black hair, he had black hair. So what if somebody just happened to look like someone else, it wasn't impossible, some people just had some similarities with others. {AN: I know a lot of people who look like friends and family of mine.}
Harry stood in front of the limo with the driver watching Uncle Vernon try to win back Aunt Petunia. He was fighting a losing battle.
"Petunia, surely we can work this out." Vernon cried. "At least give us a chance to work it out."
"FOR WHAT?!" she yelled back at him. "For fifteen years I've been here trying to be the perfect wife and mother, and what do I get?! A FAT PIG OF A SON AND AN EVEN FATTER HUSBAND!!! AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, YOU BULLY MY NEPHEW AND EXPECT ME TO TAKE PART OF IT! WELL I AM TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT! I AM LEAVING AND I AM TAKING HARRY WITH ME! THAT IS FINAL!!"
And it was. She didn't even say a word to Vernon anymore. She began to walk to make her way toward the limo when Dudley burst through the door of the house, trying to catch up with her. Before he could even get to her she stopped him and said:
"I am not your mother. I will never be your mother. Who dare you even call me your mother. I feel sorry for the whore who had you. If you even try to stop me from leaving, I will kill you."
With that, she and Harry got into the limo and left. He couldn't believe she had said that. He had always thought she loved Dudley. But when he thought about it, she didn't really look like Dudley, at least not now.
She had gotten pretty after he left last summer, she must have. She gotten a couple of inches taller somehow, she was at least as tall as Professor Snape. Her neck wasn't so long, her teeth were straighter and more even, her nose looked regal kind of { AN: I can't describe noses}. Her lips were fuller and her hair looked almost gold. She was still slim, but not anorexic. She might have actually started eating right. All in all, she wasn't the Aunt Petunia he remembered, she was way better.
They had driven to the top of a hill and gotten out. The hill overlooked Privet Drive and the streets surrounding it.
"What are we doing here?" he asked.
Petunia put her hand on his shoulder and directed him toward a tree near the edge of the cliff. In her hand was a remote control with only one red button, the those ones usually used to blow up a bomb.
"Just watch." Was all she said.
He looked at her and then looked at Privet Drive, wondering what the hell she was going to do, when she pushed the button. Starting with the Dursley's, the houses on Privet Drive blew up one by one. He watched in horror as the woman he thought was his Aunt Petunia and her driver laughed as the houses blew up.
"Who are you?" he asked as he slowly backed away from them.
"I'm your Aunt Petunia, of course" said Aunt Petunia.
He looked at the driver.
"Then, who are you?" he asked.
The driver ripped off his hat and Harry swore he was knew him from somewhere.
"Why Harry," said the driver. "You don't recognize your own godfather?"
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BabyDex: Cliffhanger.
Rogue: Oh yea.
BabyDex: When did ppl start saying "I'm gonna AVADA KEDARVA (insert person) to (insert place).
Rogue: I don't know. That's really kind of corny, and yet funny at the same time.
BabyDex: The things we come up with these days are insane.
Rogue: You just now noticing that.
BabyDex: I've noticed that for a while.
Rogue: Whatever.
BabyDex: Peace.
Rogue: More money means more power.
BabyDex: Thanks to those who have reviewed.
Rogue: Yea thanks.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. EVERYONE ELSE IS MINE.
BabyDex: I only now realized that the 'else' was missing from the disclaimer.
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July 4, 2006
[Number 4, Privet Drive]
He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it. She was leaving, and she was taking him with her. Not Dudley, him. Harry. It was like a dream come true, but he still didn't believe it.
He didn't believe it when she took him shopping either. She only took him with her, leaving Dudley at home to whine and cry crocodile tears. She bought him clothes, clothes that actually fit, clothes that were new and in style.
He didn't believe it when she told him to pack that night. She had asked him if he had had everything packed, if everything that was valuable to him was ready to go. He told her yes, although he didn't believe a word of what she was saying, but he did it anyway.
He sure as hell couldn't believe it when she hugged him.
"Don't worry Harry, tomorrow you and I will be gone from here." She had whispered to him. "Vernon and Dudley will only be faded memories and by the end of the summer, you'll have completely forgotten them."
When she released him, he looked at her bewildered. This can not be my aunt, he thought, Aunt Petunia would never hug him.
She laughed when she saw his face. Then as she turned to go she said, "Be ready to leave by 11 AM tomorrow Harry." She then left and walked into the guest room that was usually reserved for Aunt Marge. She and Uncle Vernon didn't even share a room anymore.
He didn't even know why they weren't sleeping in the same room anymore. Apparently, Uncle Vernon didn't either. Every night since Harry had been back, Vernon was outside of the guest room begging Petunia to come back to bed.
"Petunia!" he cried. "What are you doing? What ever it is, I'm sorry. Come on love, we can work it out."
"No we can't!" she yelled through the door. "I'm leaving this horrid place you call home and I'm taking Harry with me. There is nothing you can do about it. NOTHING!!!"
"Harry?! Why are you taking him? What about Dudley?"
"I am not taking that fat, little pig of a son of yours with me! Besides Harry's my nephew, the only reason he's here is because I'm here. I'm not leaving him with you two bullies."
"But Dudley's your son!"
"NO HE ISN'T!!! HE'S THAT WHORE OF YOURS' SON, I ONLY WENT ALONG WITH IT BECAUSE I NEEDED AN ALIBI."
"An alibi for what?"
"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, YOU IGNORANT JACKASS!!"
It had gone on this way since he had come back from Hogwarts. Part of him wanted to believe that she was telling the truth, she certainly acted like she was leaving and taking him with her, but another part of him remembered that she could be cruel and that she might be joking. This could just be a way to get him out on the street and leave him there to fend for himself. {AN: Is that how you say?}. And even if she was leaving, what if she left him here in the house with Vernon and Dudley, if they didn't bully him to death Voldemort would surely come after as soon as his aunt walked out. He was only safe here because she was here, her being the only one of his mother's family left. If she left, he'd be an easy target for Voldemort and let's face it, Voldemort would AVADA KEDAVRA his ass to thy kingdom come {AN: Why do people say that?}.
But Harry wanted to believe in the good. He could hope, couldn't he? There was no harm in that. Maybe she really was sick of Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Maybe she would be nice to him for a change. Maybe they would go on a road trip throughout Europe. Ron and Hermione got to see other parts of it, why shouldn't he? He had always wanted to see New Zealand . . .
With that thought he drifted off to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be a good day.
8:00 AM July 5, 2006
[Whitewall Castle, Mount Mafioso – Dangerwood, Westside Kirie – Central
RogueWorld]
She looked at him with her beautiful brown eyes that somehow reminded him of caramel. Creamy caramel, he loved caramel. It was she who had first introduced him to it, he hadn't stopped liking it since.
"Dre," she called. Her fiery red hair like flames in the wind, as though it wanted to burn the field of red roses. Her long black night shirt seemed to bring out all the reds in her and make her caramel eyes look more like regular chocolate, not that it mattered to him, she was still beautiful.
He remembered he had given her that shirt the last time she slept over at his house when they were still friends. It was from the Rebels' 1990 concert. It was their biggest and best concert ever. He was lucky he had been born in time to see, but she wasn't, being a '91 baby and all. That was the reason he gave her the shirt, so she could at least have some memorabilia from it, although he knew for a fact her parents had given her a poster from the concert. She was the only Weasley that hadn't been there.
She was the youngest and, as far as he was concerned, the most beautiful, even more than her older sister. She had grown up from the cute little girl that had once been his best friend to the beautiful young woman who was his rival's best friend's baby sister. And yet she was the girl of his dreams. Literally.
"Draco?"
"Hmm"
"Draco," she said. "Draco, do you love me?"
Before he could even try to answer, his alarm clock started to ring waking him up from his dream. He hit the snooze button and tried to recapture the dream, thinking of how the shirt showed off her curves perfectly when the wind blew on it. But no, the dream was gone and he was left to groan into his pillow. Why did he even have an alarm clock?
He had never needed an alarm clock before, his dad would just wake him up. Dad, he thought, god, I hope he's alright. Who was he kidding? His dad could be raped a hundred times over before Uncle Severus ever found a way to get him out. They'd have to plan the biggest escape since his Uncle Dimitri.
At the moment there wasn't really anything he could do, just sitting thinking about it was killing his mental health. To this day he wondered why he didn't kill Voldemort when he had the chance. He could have shot him when the Dark prince was shot, except he wouldn't have used an angel's arrow, he would never have given Voldemort the chance at a new life. But he couldn't think about that, he had things to do.
So he got up did his morning routine and headed toward Rogue Valley. He had to see a man about a bomb.
11:15 AM July 5, 2006
[Number 4, Privet Drive]
Well, today was today. Either she really was taking him somewhere with her or she was going to dump him somewhere. One thing was for sure: she really was leaving. A limousine had come and the driver had come and packed their things in the trunk.
Harry wondered where Aunt Petunia had gotten the money for a limousine, the driver seemed to know her well. Speaking of the driver, he reminded Harry of someone with his shiny, black hair. Why did that remind him of someone? A lot of people had black hair, he had black hair. So what if somebody just happened to look like someone else, it wasn't impossible, some people just had some similarities with others. {AN: I know a lot of people who look like friends and family of mine.}
Harry stood in front of the limo with the driver watching Uncle Vernon try to win back Aunt Petunia. He was fighting a losing battle.
"Petunia, surely we can work this out." Vernon cried. "At least give us a chance to work it out."
"FOR WHAT?!" she yelled back at him. "For fifteen years I've been here trying to be the perfect wife and mother, and what do I get?! A FAT PIG OF A SON AND AN EVEN FATTER HUSBAND!!! AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, YOU BULLY MY NEPHEW AND EXPECT ME TO TAKE PART OF IT! WELL I AM TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT! I AM LEAVING AND I AM TAKING HARRY WITH ME! THAT IS FINAL!!"
And it was. She didn't even say a word to Vernon anymore. She began to walk to make her way toward the limo when Dudley burst through the door of the house, trying to catch up with her. Before he could even get to her she stopped him and said:
"I am not your mother. I will never be your mother. Who dare you even call me your mother. I feel sorry for the whore who had you. If you even try to stop me from leaving, I will kill you."
With that, she and Harry got into the limo and left. He couldn't believe she had said that. He had always thought she loved Dudley. But when he thought about it, she didn't really look like Dudley, at least not now.
She had gotten pretty after he left last summer, she must have. She gotten a couple of inches taller somehow, she was at least as tall as Professor Snape. Her neck wasn't so long, her teeth were straighter and more even, her nose looked regal kind of { AN: I can't describe noses}. Her lips were fuller and her hair looked almost gold. She was still slim, but not anorexic. She might have actually started eating right. All in all, she wasn't the Aunt Petunia he remembered, she was way better.
They had driven to the top of a hill and gotten out. The hill overlooked Privet Drive and the streets surrounding it.
"What are we doing here?" he asked.
Petunia put her hand on his shoulder and directed him toward a tree near the edge of the cliff. In her hand was a remote control with only one red button, the those ones usually used to blow up a bomb.
"Just watch." Was all she said.
He looked at her and then looked at Privet Drive, wondering what the hell she was going to do, when she pushed the button. Starting with the Dursley's, the houses on Privet Drive blew up one by one. He watched in horror as the woman he thought was his Aunt Petunia and her driver laughed as the houses blew up.
"Who are you?" he asked as he slowly backed away from them.
"I'm your Aunt Petunia, of course" said Aunt Petunia.
He looked at the driver.
"Then, who are you?" he asked.
The driver ripped off his hat and Harry swore he was knew him from somewhere.
"Why Harry," said the driver. "You don't recognize your own godfather?"
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BabyDex: Cliffhanger.
Rogue: Oh yea.
BabyDex: When did ppl start saying "I'm gonna AVADA KEDARVA (insert person) to (insert place).
Rogue: I don't know. That's really kind of corny, and yet funny at the same time.
BabyDex: The things we come up with these days are insane.
Rogue: You just now noticing that.
BabyDex: I've noticed that for a while.
Rogue: Whatever.
BabyDex: Peace.