"Harry Potter, I presume?" asked the lady, following his uncle's finger, whichpointed up the stairs.
"I didn't do anything!" he said, and started to turn away.
"We believe you, Harry, but we still need to follow the lead from Mrs. Figg. If they did anything to you, you won't have to come back here."
"Don't come back here and then he'll kill me!" Harry said, franticly.
"Who?" asked the man, shortly following the woman.
Harry's eyes opened wide , noticing what he had done, and made a mad dash for his room.
The man was on his tail as soon as he darted and the woman was busy radioing backup.
"You come back here, you hoodlum!" shrieked the man.
"Honestly, Jonathan, you can at least be kind!"
"Will you shut up already and chase after the fat one who just hid in the room behind the far door? The damned skinny one just jumped out the window and the fat one pushed me down!" he said as Emma helped him up.
"Oh, honestly, you get the fat one yourself, fatso! There's no way you'd last chasing the skinny one down!"
"I'll have you for this, Emma, mark my word!" he said as she turned the corner. Before her hand disappeared down the hallway, she showed him the tape recorder still recording. She left, followed by a string of curse words. She got to the window Jonathan has pointed at in just enough time to see the kid being tripped by Steven, one of the backups.
"Don't hurt the kid, Steven! He hasn't done anything!" she yelled down below as she watched the struggle. Calmly, she lowered herself to the patch of roof and looked down, startled.
"Yet! How in hells name," said Steven to Harry as Emma lowered herself carefully to the ground, "could you possibly jump down from that distance and not hurt yourself?"
"Will you-" Harry struggled, "- let me go! It's none of your buisness. I haven't done anything to you!" Harry kicked him in the chest and he flew backward.
"Now you have," he said, and re-tackled Harry to the ground.
"Need help?" Emma asked as she approached. Steven finally had Harry pinned and was sitting on him.
"Nope, got it under control," he said, out of breath.
"Will you get off me, you idiot!" screamed Harry, pounding his small fists at the older mans side, "I can't breathe!"
"Bull, kid, pure bull!"
"You're gonna hurt me!" he gasped. "Tonks!" he tried to yell. "Tonks! God damn it, you're gonna get me in trouble if they see you! Now get the hell off of me so I can breathe! Please!"
They both looked down at him and each raised an eyebrow.
"Please!" he gasped, "I just want to breathe! God damn you, get off me!"
By now, his face was turning an off shade of color.
"Steven," said Emma, "I really think you should get off him now."
He got off and Harry sat up and started coughing up some blood and fell back, panting. It stung.
"Kid, are you all right?" he asked, suddenly frantic.
"God, does it look like I'm all right?" he asked, coughing a bit more blood. "God damn you people, all you have to do is ask nicely, not start chasing us like we're some damned criminals on the loose!"
"Watch your tongue, kid, I could get you for that, you know," said Steven.
"Yeah, well I could get you for almost killing me!" He turned to Emma and said, "Hand over the tape."
"But- what! I can't do that," she said.
"Then let me go! I didn't do anything!" Each grabbed Harry's arms. He started to struggle, but they held their grasps firm.
"Tonks! Where the hell are you?" Harry screamed. Alas, no Tonks came.
Harry quit struggling and they dragged him off to the police car, limp as limp can be.