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Chapter 2 Trip before a fall

Dudley lay on the floor his heart pounding in his throat and his head on fire as sweet poured from his forehead. Dudley was unhealthy there was no way of getting round this fact; it was very likely that his heart was pumping so fast because of his size and the sweet for the same reason. Dudley's head began to swim and his eyes become unfocused as his darkest fair appeared before his eyes. It was all around him there was a screaming in his head. "No!" he moaned trying to push himself up from the floor. Dudley cannot move he was paralysed; all the happiness had been sucked from the air that surrounded him. That mouth that he had seen once before was closing in on him rapidly.

Dudley's world went black as he smelt the breath of the thing, the dementor. Dudley could no longer protect himself as his fear overtook him in a mass of despair. The air suddenly started to get warmer again as there was the sound of hurrying footsteps and some one lifting his head from the ground. "Can you hear me?" a muffed voice asked. Dudley weakly opened his eyes and looked at the figure that held him. Dudley saw the blurred outline of a man, scruffy untidy covered some of his face and his clothes were scabby. "Who….." Dudley's voice faded away as he slipped in unconsciousness. Dudley knew he was safe and the dementor was gone.