Fighting The Fates
By Abay
-Chapter-Two-
across the skies of Little Whinging
Enjoy!
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Privet Drive, a few days later, Dursleys living room
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"Petunia dear, where's Dudders? Haven't seen him since breakfast," a beefy man, called Vernon Dursley, asked his wife, who resembled an ugly horse.
"Oh, he's at his friends' house, the Polykisses, having tea. He's such a likable boy, the neighbors all around are fond of him," Petunia Dursley replied proudly.
"Yes, yes, an amiable man, just like his father," Vernon stated, his chest puffing up with pride.
But anyone who actually knew the Dursleys would have snorted at that comment.
"But what about that boy-" Vernon asked, jerking his head towards the ceiling. "-Haven't seen him all week, harassing the neighbors no doubt!" he growled angrily.
"Oh, no, he's been upstairs, in that room of his. Wouldn't leave it unless I call him," Petunia sniffed with disgust, and narrowed her eyes as a thought crossed her mind. "Vernon, you, you don't think, you don't think he's doing, you know, something that, his kind does."
Vernon stood up, as though electrified as notions of what he was up to popped in his mind, but then; he sank back slowly in his seat. "No…no...That school of his would expel him if he did. I don't think he's doing anything Petunia. He's just lazing around, like he always does."
"You're right Vernon, absolutely right," his wife sighed with relief, but as the door opened, she craned her long, giraffe-like neck to see who it was.
"Mum!" called a voice. "I'm home!"
"Oh, Diddykins!" she squealed getting off her chair, making her way to her beefy son, who could remarkably move in his leather jacket. "Had a nice time at the Polykisses dear?" she asked, smothering him with kisses.
"Yeah, it was great, were going over to Gordon's next time."
"Ooh my little popkin is so popular! Come in the kitchen, I made you a nice chocolate cake," cooed Petunia.
Across the skies of Little Whinging, all lights extinguished, the stars shone no more, the flowers shriveled, the leaves dried-up, and the trees withered…even the animals hid in their holes, or any place that would give them warmth due to the shadow of darkness and coldness that had swept upon them. No one understood the sudden change of weather, for it was expected to be an unbearably hot and moist night. England was going through an unpleasant drought, though when the mist arrived along with the creepy coldness that brushed away all heavenly feeling from inside them, they thought of the drought intolerable no more. Now, they wished it was back, they wished to melt under its divine heat rather than experience this unnerving arctic condition.
The dementors were gliding above them, sucking hungrily all happiness along with them, and they would soon have their biggest meal of all…
Harry Potters' sole.
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Harry Potter's room, second landing
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Harry sat on his bed, flipping through his photo album, watching his parents as they laughed, with a loop-sided smile on his face.
They must have been great people, he thought as he watched his mother and father, looking at each other, locked within the eye of the other, as though enchanted. They truly seemed as though they were in love, and Harry couldn't help but be wishful…he wished that he would have gotten the chance to get to know them, but it was only a yearning…a desire…nothing less, nothing more…and he would not let his mind settle on it…it did not do well to get lost in dreams that would never subsist…that he would never experience or live in.
BANG!
His trains of thoughts were cut short as the sudden sound of a bullet piercing the air reached his ears.
Jumping out of his bed, Harry grabbed his wand, which was one his bed side, and rushed out of the room, ignoring Hedwig's frightened screech. Panic was arousing in him; his heart was thumping against his chest.
What was going on?
But half way through his run, Harry stopped dead in his tracks as a wave of chilliness rushed into his lungs.
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Downstairs, Dursley's Kitchen
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Click…
A creak…
Slow rattling breaths…
A breeze of an ice cold wind…
"What's wrong Diddy darling?" Petunia Dursley asked her son with concern as he let out a shuddering breath, throwing his fork on the plate with a loud clatter. "Diddy darling, speak to mummy."
"I-It's cold," Dudley said, his teeth chattering.
"I'll go get you a blanket popkin," she said getting up, but as she heard a click and another cold, stinging feeling in her, she stayed where she was, to frightened to move.
Click…
"Vernon? What was that?'' Petunia whispered quietly as she heard the door shut.
"Someone's come in," replied her husband with a hushed tone. "Stay here."
Moving silently towards the kitchen drawers, he pulled out a rifle, just incase one of his kind came, and good thing he did. It has proving to be the right choice in this very minute.
"Be careful Vernon," his wife said with an undertone voice, her eyes wide and fearful, clutching her sons' shoulder.
Sending her a silent nod, he moved out of the kitchen, his rifle loaded, ready to shoot at who ever was here to harm his family…but it was so cold…so…so gloomy.
Vernon could not see who had entered his sanctuary, but he immediately knew that they were one of his kind, was in his home, he could feel their dark presence by him.
"W-w-what'd you want?" he stuttered to the room at large, turning around in his spot, trying to set his eyes on someone to point his rifle at.
Slowly, the rattling breaths grew louder, he could feel their frostiness moving closer, and still, he could not see their concealed body forms, and he felt as though a bucket of ice was dumped on him, sending the shivers up and down his body.
BANG!
Involuntarily, out of pure fear, Vernon pulled the trigger, and shot right at the place where he could hear that horrendous sucking sound. The bullet went right through the wall, burning a hole in it, and the invisible man, creature, whatever it was, did not even let out a cry of fear. Were they not afraid of getting shot? …it didn't even seem to notice that Vernon was shooting at them. They did not seem to comprehend that a bullet could penetrate right through them, and kill them. It was either that reason, or it was because they were out right foolish and fearless.
Instead of scaring who ever the invisible person was witless, it appeared to make them advance on him, and with each sucking breath the invisible person took, he felt his heart clasp with pain. Vernon gripped the butt of the rifle harder, and pulled the trigger, shooting randomly, hoping that it would hit one of the intruders.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
But to no avail, it was as though he was merely throwing a stone at them, and now, Vernon could feel them. They were right on top of him, and faintly, he heard the screams of his wife in his ears, but he didn't notice, as his eyes were wide with complete horror as he a felt a figure wrap a pair of slimy, scabbed, hands around his neck.
He let go of his rifle, letting it fall uselessly to the ground, as a deafening sound rushed through his ears, and as the decayed, putrid smell of death drowned his lungs.
Vernon was going to die.
He knew it.
"VERNON!"
"DAD!"
As soon, as Harry felt the burning, icy feeling in him, and as soon as he set his eyes on both of the dementors, he felt himself convulsing madly.
Sirius back arched, flying backwards…
'SIRIUS!'
Slowly, he sank into the veil, his eyes wide with shock as Harry reached out a hand, trying to pull him back.
'SIRIUS!'
And Harry felt that vacant feeling in his heart…that hole which Sirius filled…and it was painful…he couldn't live without Sirius…he would rather die…
Clutching his chest, Harry slid down the wall, shivering from head to foot.
'AVADA KEDAVRA!'
Cedric fell down to the ground, his face blank and deathly pale.
''No…"
'LILY! TAKE HARRY AND GO! IT'S HIM! GO! RUN! I'LL HOLD HIM OFF!'
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Harry raised his head at the sound that had shattered those unbearable screams and images, and realizing that Uncle Vernon could have his sole sucked any second now, he got up, picking his wand, and with trembling hands, he pointed at the dementors.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
His own voice sounded remote to his ears, and only a meager wisp of silver smoke drifted from his wand. Both dementors turned towards him, and the one holding his uncle let go of him, letting him fall in a heap to the ground. They glided to the top of the stairs, towards him, and voices of screams rushed into his ears…
Concentrate, concentrate!
Harry recoiled backwards as the Dementors leaned down upon him, and Harry could practically taste the decaying and rotting smell of the Dementors in his mouth.
Happy…think happy thoughts…
He drew back, stumbling backwards and falling to the ground. His wand rolled out of his reach, and he crawled towards it, trying to reach it, but a slimy, scabby hand got a hold of his feet. Harry tried to kick, to break free, but the dementors did not seem to feel any pain. Turning around Harry stretched his arms as far as he could and snatched his wand, turning on his back to find the other dementor right over him, lowering its hood.
He was going to die…he was going to die… Sirius…he had to save Sirius…
But, he realized suddenly, Sirius was alive…Sirius was alive!
As the image of his godfather emerged in his eyes, he pointed his wand right at the Dementors face and yelled with determination.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
The dementor shrieked as his stag erupted out his wand, blinding the dementor with its light that seemed to glow out of Harry's patronus. Harry felt the other dementor let go of his leg, and at the corner of his eyes, he saw them glide out of the house, shrieking, as his stag patroni trampled after them.
Shutting his eyes, Harry rested his head on the ground, breathing heavily as the cold sweat slid down his face.
A minute or so later, he reluctantly got shakily up to his feet, picking his wand up in the process, and slowly, he made his way down the stairs, just to check that the Dursleys were alright.
His uncle was on his knees, shivering as his aunt spoke to him, though she too looked pale and shaken. At the end of the room, Harry could see Dudley, curled up in the corner, his round eyes wide with terror.
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked quietly. "Are you alright?"
No answer.
"I, I'll go get you some chocolate…it'll make you feel better,'' he said awkwardly, moving to the kitchen, and grabbing a bar of chocolate from the fridge.
"Here," he said handing the bar to his uncle when he got back, but when Uncle Vernon ignored him again, he repeated. "It'll make you feel better."
Slowly, Uncle Vernon raised his head, looking at him dangerously, "Get out." He said croakily, his face purple, bowling with rage.
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"What!" cried Harry.
This was certainly not the thanks, or grunt in Uncle Vernons' case, he had expected.
"I said get out!" Uncle Vernon roared causing Dudley and Aunt Petunia to jump with fright, but Harry just stared with disbelief.
Were his ears deceiving him?
Getting to his feet, Uncle Vernon swayed dangerously. "You heard me! Out! I want you out of here! Those were one of your kind, and I've had enough of them and you! Out! Out I say!"
"But I didn't do anything!" cried Harry with outrage as soon as he found his tongue. "If I hadn't drove them off then you would have been worse than dead!"
"If you weren't here in the first place," sneered his uncle. "Then they wouldn't even have come here! You've darkened our house for too long!"
He could not believe this. He could not believe that Uncle Vernon was actually kicking him out when he had saved his life!
"It's not like I even wanted to stay under your filthy roof!" Harry yelled back angrily.
SMACK!
A fat hand made contact with his face, and Harry stumbled backwards at the force of the hit.
Finding his balance, Harry stared at his uncle angrily, touching his left cheek, not believing that he had actually had the nerve to hit him.
"GET OUT! GET OUT! NOW!"
Furiously, Harry pulled out his wand, pointing it right at his throat. Uncle Vernon went silent, eyeing the wand fearfully, and he could see his aunt and Dudley cowering by the wall.
"If you ever, ever, hit me again, I swear, I swear that I'll blast you into pieces!" Harry threatened in low menacing voice, then he lowered his wand, cast one last threatening look at his uncle and stormed up the stairs ready to pack his things and leave this dejected place.
He did not care that it was dangerous for him to leave; he didn't care if Sirius had told him not to wonder far from Privet Drive. He was too angry at Uncle Vernon to stay.
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Authors Note
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I'm a bit nervous about how this chapter turned out…and I would really appreciate your opinion on this chapter…yeah, well, so please, please (I'm begging you here ;P) please review!
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