At #4 Privet Drive, a tall, lanky boy awoke with a start. He grabbed his glasses and wiped the sweat from his brow. He started mumbling about a man wanting to kill a girl. He hadn't recognized the girl, or even known what she had done wrong. The man was angry towards her and yelled at her saying he had already tortured and killed her sister. She was next. Harry knew it.
"Chelydrus!" her father called in a boring monotone voice up the dark stairwell. Her mother switched on the kitchen light. There were noodles overbubbling and smoking on the stovetop. The television blaring news of deaths and other things that were slightly disturbing. News of the recent hurricanes and hailstorms. Seven car involved car accidents and unexplained missing children. "Where could that child possibly be?" demanded her mother. She walked into the living room, tripping on an overturned chair on the way. "That girl.." she mumbled. She turned on the antique lighting only to discover four dark circles on the ground. It looked as though someone had burned the floor with a giant hula hoop and coloured the middle in.
Her father started up the stairs. It was pitch black. He switched on the hall entry lights. There was no sign of Chelydrus anywhere. "Mon Chéri!" he called down and he scrambled down the stairs. Chelydrus' mother turned around. "No sign of her anywhere. She knows not to leave and with what happened to..." he trailed off. There was a loud snap. The two parents turned towards each other and ran into the kitchen. "Chelydrus!" they exclaimed together. They had no such luck. Her mother ran over to the stovetop where the noodles were turning black and spitting out hot water everywhere. Her mother turned off the stove and threw the pan into the sink, sloshing water all over. "Damn it!" she cursed and started to whimper. "She's going to end up like her sister. The fire brigade is going to start to think we're doing something to our children!" she exclaimed, starting to hyperventilate. He walked over and held onto her. "Camille, Chelydrus will find her way. I'm sure she just went to get a bit of supper." he cooed. "There are noodles burning in our kitchen and black marks all over our floors! Something is going on Cagnatius!" she yelled.
They had had a hard night and Camille had locked herself in the attic like she always did when something wasn't going right. Cagnatius made plenty of attempts to get her to come down and eat, but she refused and he was unsuccessful. It was nearing the late evening when Camille ran down the stairs yelling for Cagnatius. He had been in his study wondering what to do. The fire brigade had been searching and had not even found a lead yet. Every lamp post and every corner store had mountains of Missing signs of Chelydrus. He was startled by Camille and ran into the hall to meet her. "Cagnatius." she exclaimed out of breath. "What if it was.. was him." she whispered.
Cliff hanger maybe? This chapter's a little slow but I PROMISE you it will get better! Please review!