I was in the jungle…dressed as a ferret…a wild pig, a gorilla and a weasel where chasing me, foaming at the mouth…I decided to jump in a bush…but then-BOOM. I opened my eyes and lifted my head. I was in a living room! But…the swing set, and Becca, and the pig-boy, and…that other boy…who looked like…like…
"Ugh, ow…" I muttered lifting myself from the floor. I looked closer around the room. From the windows I could tell it was late, probably around 8 or so. It was getting dark outside and the only light that there was in the room was a lamp giving off a dim glow. Brushing myself off I noticed they had a big screen TV and surround sound. They had a navy blue patterned couch and a matching arm-chair. There was a bookshelf in the far corner by a window and a across from it fireplace. I tore my eyes away from the big screen and headed toward the smoked-glass window door…thing. Sliding it open I found a hallway. Looking left I found the back of a staircase, and looking on my right I found a lot of hanging pictures of the pig boy. Across from those pictures was an entrance to the kitchen.
"Hello?" I said a little louder than I meant to. No one answered. I stood in the frame of the doorway looking around the kitchen, which was deserted. Across from me was a gleaming circular wooden table with 4 chairs around it. Next to me was a fridge, and next to the fridge was an arrangement of appliances on the counter, and a sink and such. There was a big grandfather-clock in the corner where the table was, some more pictures, and a few paintings. Across from the fridge was a door leading outside. I walked over there and looked though the glass. There was a garden, bench and one of those Japanese water fountains. Made of stone and there was, like, an ever lasting waterfall. I was about to open the door and investigate when I heard yelling from upstairs.
"YOU'VE REALLY DONE IT NOW, BOY!" A very loud mans voice shouted. I stood still, my head turned up towards the ceiling.
"BUT, DAMNIT, I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T ME!" Came a younger voice, but just as loud. I still stood there, now fiddling with my hands.
"I WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH LANGUAGE IN MY HOUSE, BOY!" Came the mans voice.
"It's very late muffle muffle muffle maybe you should muffle in the morning?" Came a quieter, stressful, female voice. There was silence, then the older male's voice said something and I heard steps on the staircase heading down. Then a door slams.
"No respect, that idiot boy," Came the older mans voice by the kitchen entrance. Then in came the fat man followed by the thin lady who I had seen at the mall. I stood there while they stared at me, then the lady smiled and walked over.
"Dear, you should be lying down," She said leading me towards the living room. She sat me down on the couch and went to go get the fat man. When the both entered I burst out into questions.
"Who's that boy I saw at the playground? The … eh, bigger one?" I asked practically jumping up and down. The lady's smile faltered a bit, and she sat down next to me while the man sat down in the arm-chair.
"That was out son, Dudley," She said. I sat there. Dumb-founded. No thoughts would enter my head so I said the only thing that was swimming around in there.
"And the skinny one? In the…" I gulped, "Baggy clothes?" They exchanged dark looked. The thin lady shook her head madly and the fat man turned a purple raspberry color.
"About him…" The women began then stopped, thought, and started again, "He's…he's a troubled young man…he goes St. B-" I stopped her with my hand held up. Like a stop sign, you know.
"St. Bruno's?" I said breathlessly, "That place for…hopeless cases?" I said trying to keep my voice natural but somehow a squeak got in there. The lady nodded puzzled and the man just stared.
"Yes, well, I don't know what he did to you, but don't worry. He will be punished. As for your friend, we sent her home to tell you mother you may need to stay over-night. We didn't want to carry you home unconscious…" The man said pouring some rum for himself. I was dazed. "He will be punished? He -wait!"
"Wait!" I yelped and the man nearly choked on his drink.
"Good god, what is it?" he said wiping the rum from his face. I had to say something, right? I couldn't let that boy get punished for something he clearly didn't do!
"That boy, the skinny one, he didn't do anything but maybe save my life!" I said quickly. A silence followed where neither of them spoke.
"Meaning?" The women said, her eyes narrowing.
"Your son…D-Dudley… him and his friends where threatening us! My friend, Becca and I, we where swinging and…" I went on to tell them everything. Except the fact that I called their son a pig in my mind and that I had been stalking them. When I was done the lady and the man exchanged dark looks.
"It's obvious he used some of his…his lots…" He said struggling for words. I was completely bewildered. What in the world was he going on about? The lady nodded and the man looked at me.
"Is that all you remember?" he said, face expressionless. I nodded, still oblivious.
"I passed out after that…" I said in my most puzzled voice, "Why…w-what's…" But I was cut off by the mans voice.
"BOY.GET.DOWN.HERE.NOW," He yelled, so the people in Japan could hear.
"MAYBE YOU SHOULD YELL LOUDER, I THINK SOME PEOPLE WHO ARE ONCONSIUS DIDN'T HEAR YOU!" Came the boy's voice from the top of the stairs. I laughed fully and the lady and man shot me looks. "If looks could kill…" I thought bewildered. Then the boy came in. I stared.
"Yes, your majesty?" He said bowing. I was focused enough to giggle a bit. He looked at me and smiled.
"You're up!" He said, unaware that the man and women where glaring at him. I nodded. "Green eyes, ruffled black hair, baggy cloths, glasses…and…" My eyes flickered towards his forehead. I couldn't see anything but his bangs. "Damn," I thought, then slapped myself mentally. It was just a coincidence…
"You, boy, kitchen, now," Said the man, getting up and grabbing the boy by the back of the shirt. The boy gagged but willed himself to be dragged away. I gave the lady a scared and bewildered look and she just looked into the fireplace.
"Ma'ame?" I said getting her attention. She looked at me, "Is there something the matter?" I asked, not really caring. "Was something the matter? YES, SOMETHINGS THE MATTER YOU IDIOT! THERE IS A BOY WHO LOOKS JUTS LIKE HARRY POTTER IN THIS HOUSE!" I screamed mentally at myself. She looked up at me, and then she got a look of realization on her face.
"I saw you at the mall!" She exclaimed. I groaned mentally. Great. Now what? Before I could answer there came the mans voice from the kitchen.
"Don't you lie to me in my own house," It boomed. I fiddled with my hands then got an idea.
"May I use your bathroom?" I asked standing up. She stood also and led me to it, passing the kitchen doorway. The doors where now closed and the voices where muffled. I cursed to myself. I thanked her, and once she went back into the living room I snuck to the kitchens doors. How was I going to hear? Ah, keyhole. I pressed me ear to it, crouching down slightly.
"But I've told you, I didn't do it, even ask her," Said the boy. My knee's where starting to wobble, I wasn't too good at crouching.
"We have asked her, she claims you didn't do it either. BUT, how do we know you haven't used some of your ruddy hocus-pocus on her? Eh?" The man said. I almost pissed myself. "Hocus-pocus?" I thought. Me knee's weakened, but I wanted to hear more. The boy gave a hollow laugh.
"Yes, I'm just going to perform ma-…you know what on any unsuspecting muggle because I find it SO SO amusing!" He said sarcastically. "Muggle?" I thought, my heart skipped a beat. I listened still.
"You did it so you wouldn't get in trouble. Good think Dudders found you or god knows what would have happened to that girl," He hissed. My brow furrowed. "But-but-that's not true!" I thought desperately, "Oh god," I thought desperately, then I fell over backwards with a soft THUD. I heard the voices stop and a pair of feet walking over to the door. It opened and I felt my face go red. I crossed my legs and leaned up with my elbows.
"'Sup?" I asked acting naturally. The fat man scrunched up his face with confusion and anger. Did he know I'd been listening? I scrambled up.
"What where you doing down there?" He asked slowly. I got, if possible, redder. I mumbled that I had fallen, "What did you fall for?" he said letting me in the kitchen. I rolled my eyes because he couldn't see.
"I didn't do it on purpose," I said aggravated. There, sitting across from me, was the boy. He was grinning at my sarcasm and eye rolling. I smiled back, and the fat man cleared his throat.
"So…tell me, and the boy, what happened again, err, slowly this time, if you will," The man said sitting down. I took a deep breath and told them what happened, yet again. When I was done the boy nodded at the man and the man rubbed his eyes with his thumb and pointing finger. I just stared at the table. Then the man got up, mumbled he'd be right back, and left us alone. I looked up at the boy who was running a hand through his messy hair. I averted my eyes and looked around the kitchen once again. I just realized I hadn't had dinner when my stomach growled…rather loudly, actually. The boy looked at me.
"Hungry?" He asked. I thought about it…I didn't want to be intruding but I hadn't eaten anything but some chips the whole day. Oh, and drank some coffee. I shrugged a bit.
"I haven't really eaten today," I said quietly still staring at the table. I know it sounded rude, but I couldn't make myself face him for some reason. I guess it was because he looked exactly like the character from my favorite book.
"We haven't eaten either, I think they'll make you a huge breakfast, though," He said running a hand through his hair nervously again. I gulped, but perhaps it went down the wrong tube or something but I started choking. I felt my face go red from lack of air and embarrassment and looked down, still choking, hiding my face behind my hair. I wasn't sure what the boy was doing, but I assumed he was panicking. I gulped in air and looked up laughing. Even thought this was a very embarrassing moment, I found it amusing. I usually find things that I do amusing. I fell of my bike once, going down a hill, and it took me 15 minutes to make me stop laughing.
"Are you alright?" He asked, eyes wide. I just giggled and nodded. There was a small silence before I got up the courage the say what I had been thinking since I saw him the first time.
"You know, you look a lot like Harry Potter," I said smiling and looking at the burn mark on the table. Someone was obviously careless. I looked up at him and saw a flash of confusion, followed by an eye roll and he opened his mouth to say something. In came the man and his--and Dudley. I bit my lip and concentrated on the burn mark, while scooting over a bit. Dudley sat down along with the man. I looked up at Dudley and he snickered at me. I glared at him and looked over at the other boy who was glaring at Dudley, too. I then looked over at the man who was now drumming his hands on the table.
"So," He said drumming his fingers some more. I nodded.
"So, yes, brilliant idea, may I leave now? I'm obviously up, see?" I said waving my hands about. They just stared. I got up and did a back-flip that I learned from Becca. Becca was a cheerleader. Mind you it did get annoying, but it's something she loves. And she's not as stuck up as the others. I sat back down and caught my breath, "So?" I said smiling around the table. Dudley was looking at me like I was insane, the mans face had gone red, and the boy was looking my distraction (the burn mark). I sighed, I was obviously needed here, "There's obviously something going on that I don't know about. Please, if you'll just tell me I might be able to help," I said looking at the boy in particular. He looked up and caught my gaze, and I saw determination in them and I broke off to look at the man. He was now looking very confused. And the boy was staring at me scared., "And you! You know he didn't do anything! You and your stupid little 'gang' where pervishly bugging me and my friend! You owe me a friggen apology, and stop blaming him for your STUPID ACTIONS!" I said very loudly. The man got, if possible, redder and Dudley stared. The boy, however, was looking frightened. I could tell it wasn't for himself thought, but for me.