Harry, who had been dozing on the couch in the living room ,was started awake by the sound of the front door slamming shut.
Harry could make out the dark outline of someone leaning on the door frame. The light switched on with a click and illuminated Vernon Dursley with a bottle of alcohol in one hand and the other holding himself up off the wall. His hair was tousled and his eyes bloodshot. Drunk as hell.
"Jeez." Harry said in silent exclamation. The man's feverish eyes fell on Harry who sat staring blankly back from the couch.
"You look a lil' hot en sweaty," slurred,"What were you doing boy? Jackin' Off? Eh Jack?" He laughed hysterically as if that was the funniest thing he ever said. "Eh Jack?"
'Who the hell is Jack?' Harry thought but remained quiet. He'd wished he just gone upstairs to bed because now he had to deal with his extremely drunk uncle.
"You know Jack, you really piss me off." he laughed giddily again leaning forward while gripping the wall and taking another swing from his bottle.
"It's Harry, Uncle Vernon." Harry said with a raised eyebrow.
"You see thaz wha' Im a talkin...' bout." He said drunkly, "It's the way you do the that thingyeah that thing, you do, eh Jack?"
"Yeah Uncle Vernon." Harry said dully getting bored of the situation vary fast. "Why don't you go put that drink away and go to bed." He said it quiet and slowly, hoping to coax Vernon out of his state. It had the total opposite affect. Vernon seemed to come back to his senses but in a frightful way.
He drew himself up and looked quite dangerous at being told what to do. "You boy don't tell me whatta' do! Thiz is my house! And a house is a man's castle so this is my castle." Harry was wrong to think he'd come back to his sense. "And you boy, are a...worthless...yes...and a pain in my...my...thing." his drunken speech tumbled over each other and he forgot what he was trying to say. He stumbled further into the room.
"Sure Uncle Vernon. This is your castle and Im a worthless addition to it." Harry said still more dully.
"That's right, Jack! And since this is my...my... my you know, I wan' you, " he pointed dramatically at Harry, "out." then he thrust his thumb over his shoulder toward the front door.
This caught Harry attention. "Yes boy, you, " he swayed on his feet and took another swing from his bottle, "are never comin' back into my castle, do you hear Jack?"
"Sure." Harry just sat unmoving, hoping that he had know idea of what he was saying in his drunken state. Vernon saw that Harry had no plans to move and looked dangerous again. "Do you dare disobey me? Im a king!" he shouted it in a giddy sort of way and his voice rose and dropped with out warning. "You shou' be hanged-ed-did!" and he promptly threw his bottle at Harry. "GET OUT!" Harry was on his feet now watching his uncle warily. He wasn't afraid of his uncle, he hated the man to much to fear him. Harry would have left the house but Vernon was blocking the doorway.
"Well Jack my boy. It looks like...it looks like...well I dunno! HA!" Vernon was giddy again, then all at once he stomped his foot like a spoiled child demanding his own way. "Get out! Get out! Get out!."
Ok now Harry was starting to get freaked out. People don't act like this just because they're drunk, he must have worked him self into insanity or something. Harry stared at his uncle who was now sinking to the floor with big tears rolling out of his eyes. Vernon crying was scarier than having the bottle thrown at him.
"There gone! Gone! My big strong Dudders and Flower muffin, gone forever!" he wailed in despair. "I know! I'll go see them!" and he was out of the room before Harry could think of what he meant, but when the meaning of those words did hit him he jumped in surprise and leapt towards the door.
"Uncle Vernon wait!" but Vernon was in the hall now holding the thing he had retrieved from the cupboard in which Harry had once slept.
The gun quivered in Vernon's hand, the end rested against his temple .
"Wait! You don't want..."
BANG!
Harry screamed as he watched Vernon's body crumple to the floor with a thud. Blood and brains covered the wall in a glistening red paint. Harry stepped back his hand over his mouth and his green eyes wide.
He bolted back into the living room and emptied his stomach all over floor before he found himself back on the couch. He sat on the edge with his hands over his face.
"Fucking bastard! God damn fucking bastard! What have you done?" after what must have been a half an hour he collected his rattled nerves and walked past the bloody form in the hall to the kitchen and to the phone.
He dialed the number for the police.
"Hello?" a woman's voice came from the other end.
"I need help." Harry didn't know what else to say. "Please, he shot himself, my uncle."
"Stay calm, we'll send people to help you. Where are you?"
"Number four Privet Dr." he said in a rush.
"We'll have people over there in five minutes, just wait and don't do anything." she hung up.
Don't do anything. What the hell did she think he was going to do? He decided that he'd rather be in the living room but that would mean passing Vernon again. He took a deep breath and ran into the hall, taking a running leap over the mess and back into the living room. He just stared dumbly at the wall until sirens wailed somewhere up the street and a great many vehicles stopped before his house. Harry went quickly to the door and opened it just as uniform clad men hurried up the front lawn.
The happenings of the next half an hour went by in a daze for Harry. He had been asked many questions about what had happened and he told them. It seemed his mouth had switched to autopilot and was going off all on its own. He sat just on the inside an ambulance with the doors open, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. There were two people standing by him, but talking to one another about what happened and ignored Harry presence completely. They were suddenly called over to the other ambulance that Vernon's body was now stored in, leaving Harry alone.
Harry looked to make sure no one was watching him and took this moment to slip away. He stepped around the mass of people that had gathered to see what was going on. Neighbors were being driven back by police, it was this crowd that Harry disappeared into. He could see Mis. Figg looking over heads trying to spot him so he ducked low and began walking up the street hoping no one would notice. Once he was a block away he broke into a sprint only stopping in a near by alley.
He was overcome by such a strong wave of exhaustion he tried to reach the wall to support himself but missed and sunk into blissful darkness as he fainted.
This chapter was hardly changed around and took about tem minutes to fix and go over.
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-Nikki
