The Years Before
Chapter 5 : Out of the pot, into the Fire
Chris stared at the group a few moments as Harry gathered Eclipse into a hug. Before Chris pointed an accusing finger at the group of 5 people.
One was a woman with her lips pressed thinly together in a pair of emerald robes and graying hair. Another one was the lady with hot pink hair. A man with thing, graying hair that had once been brown. A man with long greasy hair that was as black as his eyes. And an older man with a long grayish white beard and blue twinkling eyes.
"You're kidnappers!" Shouted Chris. Harry's eyes widened in surprise as Chris grabbed his arm and quickly ran out of the room to the front door, dragging Harry along with him. A shriek came from the backdoor along with some running footsteps.
Chris tried vainly to open the door but it was stuck. Like someone put glue on it. Chris turned around and faced the group of people there, glaring. Harry stood next to him, looking around.
Chris suddenly smirked. He had been carrying the small, mini staff and he held it like a baseball bat, and hit the front door with it.
The front door moved like a ripple in the water, before the door shattered outward. And Harry and Chris ran hard and fast away from the group. Soon enough, the only person keeping up was the man with graying, thin brown hair, the pink haired girl and the man with greasy black hair.
Harry was panting by now. He was used to running, but not this far and they had already passed the park. Chris himself looked to be dieing. Before he scowled. Grabbing Harry's arm and spinning around. And Chris swung his staff at the surprised, greasy haired adult. Hitting him in the temple.
Harry cheered. Before the woman with pink hair scooped him up. Harry cried out, struggling. Chris charged the girl, before being picked up by the brown haired man. And the others from the group came.
Harry and Chris stopped struggling. Eclipse had attached his claws into Harry's shirt, on the front, and had been hanging on for dear life. Chris just watched the group with narrowed eyes, and Harry watched them with wide eyes.
The oldest man, with a long, gray beard waved his wand and Chris and Harry, and said "obliviate!" And all was forgotten.
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