"Please, please, please, please don't hurt Dudley!" I could hear my mother begging the man who'd entered our house, toting two infants he said were my cousin's.
Wonder if he's the father, anything's possible with that sort of person.
Also, Harry always spent far too much time on his hair.
I'll have to bring that up next time I see him.
"I don't think I could hurt your son, he's far too much blubber on him," the man- I think he called himself Snake, said. "Now, would you please leave me alone."
"Don't touch my wife!" My father screamed. Bloody right he shouldn't too, if he hadn't told me to stay in my room, I'd kill him. What' kind of name is Snake, anyway?
"If I raped her, do you suppose she'd stop screaming?"
"I'd keep screaming and that wouldn't be any- any- any-"
"And I certainly don't think I'd like her anymore, do you?"
"I'd bite you!"
"And that's discou-" Snake was interrupted by the sound of something hitting something else. Really, really hard.
"Get down here, now Snape!" Someone screamed from outside. "And it'll end all the sooner."
I could have sworn I heard him gulp from down the hall.
"Mind the children, please, just a minor disturbance," he said and rushed down.
I heard the door being opened, and then maybe falling off it's hinges, followed by the sound of something- probably a fist- hitting something else- probably Snake/Snape's face- almost as hard as the first thing hitting the first other thing. Well, he deserved it.
Making Potter miserable is fun, but kidnapping is a crime. If they have crimes in their world. I think I should just stick with what I know. Kidnapping is a crime. Here. And there. But they don't follow our laws.
All right, now I'm very confused.
"My sons, Snape, now."