Author's Note - I know this took a long time to get posted. I wasn't quite sure where i wanted this chapter to go. Dis i want this to happen or that to happen? I think this is close enough to where i want it.I hope you all enjoy it. When i reread this chapter it sent shivers down my spine. I didn't even know i could write that way. haha. anyways. Thanks to all my reviewers and enjoy.
Chapter 22
Harry knocked on his aunt and uncle's room door. He could see the other's exit his room and shoot him odd looks. They didn't say anything though and followed Ginny downstairs.
Harry knocked again, harder this time. He still received no answer. "Aunt Petunia," he called. "Uncle Vernon." Still nothing.
Nervously Harry took hold of the doorknob and turned it. The door opened without hesitation and Harry stepped into the room.
"Bloody Buggering Hell," Harry cursed and he whipped into the room. His uncle lay motionless on the ground, blood trickling down his forehead. His aunt lay sprawled on the bed, her eyes opened in horror. Harry dashed to her and checked for a pulse. He felt nothing. Dammit. He checked his uncle and again felt nothing. It hit Harry like a bomb. His aunt and uncle were dead. Someone killed them. Oh dear God. Harry, shocked, turned from the room and sprinted downstairs.
The others sat around the living room looking a bit bewildered. Harry guessed Ginny had told them about the mysterious owl.
"We're leaving. Now. Let's go," Harry shouted grabbing Ron's arm and pulling him to his feet.
"What is going on?" Ron spoke when no one else did.
Harry felt his mouth go dry. He still couldn't quite grasp what he had just encountered. "They're dead and we got to go."
"Wait a minute," Fred said, he getting up now. "Who's dead?"
Harry's head dropped. "My aunt and uncle," when he looked back up at the people around him he held a determination in his eyes. "They're dead and we need to get out of here NOW!"
He watched as the others looked at each other, worry in all their eyes.
"Where are we going to go?" Hermione stood attentively and clasped Ron's hand.
"Fred, George, I need you guys to apparate to the ministry or something. We need help. The rest of us will run. I don't know to where but we need to get somewhere crowded."
George stood up stubbornly. "I made a promise before we left the Burrow. I'm not leaving you guys alone."
Ginny came and stood next to Harry, taking his hand. He looked at her and could see the growing fear in her face. He squeezed her hand tightly.
"We can't stand around here and argue. We need to get out of here now," Harry was getting fed up.
"I'll go," Fred stood to his full height. "George can stay with you and I'll go."
Harry looked at the others. When he saw no response he spoke himself. "Ok. Go fast. Meet us, oh hell. We'll meet you. We'll get to the Leaky Cauldron."
Fred seemed hesitant but then nodded his head. "See you," and with a POP he was gone. Everyone remained frozen. This was all happening way to fast. Harry dropped Ginny's hand.
"I need you to go. I'll catch up. Just follow Privet Drive down to the left and you should come to a main road. Try and catch a taxi. I'll be there in one second."
Ron nodded solemnly and with Hermione in tow headed out the door. Ginny looked at Harry with tears in her eyes.
"Harry," her voice quivered.
"Go love," Harry wiped her tears away. George stood patiently at the door waiting. "Go. I swear to you I'll be right there."
Ginny plastered a kiss onto his lips and then sadly turned to George. George fixed his eyes on Harry.
"Hurry mate," and with that he dragged his sister out the door.
Heart beating wildly Harry ran upstairs and grabbed all the money he could find out of his Uncle's room. Then dashing back down the stairs he grabbed the telephone and dialed 911.
"Yes. I'd like to report the murder of Petunia and Vernon Dursley at number 4 Privet Drive."
As soon as he's spoken those words he slammed the phone down, hanging up on the confused operator. Harry headed to the door and swung it open. Just as he took a step outside he heard it.
"Harry Potter," a sinister voice called from upstairs.
