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Authors note/ Story Note: NORMALY I'd have some VERY IMPORTANT information regarding the story HERE! BUT I'll try to remember to RENAME this area STORY NOTES! But AUTHORS NOTE will still have very important information regarding the story just NOT THE INFORMATION ON CHANGES TO THE ORIGINAL HARRY POTTER AND BLADE TRILAGEYS. AUTHORS NOTE WILL STILL HAVE ALL OTHER INFORMATION. Maybe even spoilers or hints for the next chapters! So please check out all Authors notes from the past 3 chapters!
Authors Note: Sorry this took so long :( But I am giving you an extra large helping in this chapter!
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Harry watched the dark figures crossing the grass and wondered whom they had beaten up tonight. 'Look round,' Harry found himself thinking as he watched them. 'Come on . . . look round . . . I'm sitting here all alone . . . come and have a go . . . ,' these thoughts were usually saved for vampires.
If Dudley's friends saw him sitting here, they would be sure to make a beeline for him and what would Dudley do then? He wouldn't want to lose face in front of the gang, but he'd be terrified of provoking Harry . . . It would be really fun to watch Dudley's dilemma; to taunt him, watch him, with him powerless to respond . . . and if any of the others tried hitting Harry, Harry was ready – he killed vampires and had his wand . . . let them try... he'd love to teach them that not all the weak-looking were weak. Maybe he'd stop hurting others. Harry's life would not improve if Dudley happened to die because his next "victim" was a vampire.
But they did not turn around, they did not see him, they were almost to the railings. Harry mastered the impulse to call after them; there were other things to fight. Seeking a fight with Dudley's gang was not wise. He must not use magic, he didn't want to be expelled, and explaining how they got their arses handed to them would not help matters at "home."
Dudley's gang's voices died; they were out of sight, heading along Magnolia Road.
'There you go Sirius,' Harry thought dully. 'Nothing rash. Kept my nose clean. Exactly the opposite of what you'd have done'
He got to his feet and stretched. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon seemed to feel that whenever Dudley turned up was the right time to be home, anytime after that was too late, unless it was early morning. Harry didn't want to stay up too late as this was one of the few nights he actually got sleep, Blade was out on his own tonight. So Harry didn't bother to go to the hide out and opted for a light(1) night. Uncle Vernon had threatened to lock Harry in the shed if he came home after Dudley again, so, stifling a yawn, still scowling, Harry set off toward the park gate.
'I really don't want to deal with getting out of the shed and all the crap that would follow,' Harry thought angrily, 'why do I put up with this crap?'
Magnolia Road, like Privet Drive, was full of large, square houses with perfectly manicured lawns, all owned by large, square owners who drove very clean cars similar to Uncle Vernon's. Harry preferred Little Whinging by night, when curtained windows made patches of jewel-bright colors in the darkness and he ran no danger of hearing disapproving mutters about his "delinquent" appearance when he passed the householders. He walked quickly, so that halfway along Magnolia Road Dudley's gang came into view again; they were saying their farewells at the entrance to Magnolia Crescent. Harry stepped into the shadow of a large lilac tree and waited.
". . . Squealed like a pig, didn't he?" Malcolm was saying to guffaws from the others.
"Nice right hook, Big D," said Piers.
Same time tomorrow?" said Dudley.
"Round at my place, my parents are out," said Gordon.
"See you then," said Dudley.
"Bye Dud!"
"See ya, Big D!"
Harry waited for the rest of the gang to move on before setting off again. When their voices had faded once more he headed around the corner into Magnolia Crescent and by walking very quickly he soon came within hailing distance of Dudley, who was strolling along at his ease, humming tunelessly.
"Hey, Big D!"
Dudley turned. "Oh," he grunted, "it's you."
"How long have you been 'Big D' then?" Harry said.
"Shut it," snarled Dudley, turning away again.
"Cool name," said Harry, grinning and falling into step beside his cousin. "But you'll always be Ickle Diddykins to me."
"I said, SHUT IT!" said Dudley, whose ham-like hands had curled into fists.
"Don't the boys know that's what your mum calls you?"
"Shut your face."
"You don't tell her to shut her face. What about 'popkin' and 'Dinky Diddydums,' can I use them then?"
Dudley said nothing. The effort of keeping himself from hitting Harry seemed to be demanding all his self-control. "So who've you been beating up tonight?" Harry asked, his grin fading. "Another ten-year-old? I know you did Mark Evans two nights ago-"
"He was asking for it," snarled Dudley.
"Oh yeah?"
"He cheeked me."
"Yeah? Did he say you look like a pig that's been taught to walk on its hind legs? 'Cause that's not cheek Dud, that's true . . ."
A muscle was twitching in Dudley's jaw. It gave Harry enormous satisfaction to know how furious he was making Dudley; he felt as though he was siphoning off his own frustration into his cousin, the only other outlet he had. As he'd only gotten those two vamps earlier, and had since worked himself up, he had to use Dudley. 'Okay, I'm being immature, but even I have to act my moody age every so often' Harry thought.
They turned right down the narrow alleyway where Harry had first seen Sirius and which formed a shortcut between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk. It was empty and much darker than the streets it linked because there were no street lamps. Their footsteps were muffled between garage walls on one side and a high fence on the other.
"Think you're a big man carrying that thing, don't you?" Dudley said after a few seconds.
"What thing?"
"That – that thing you're hiding."
Harry grinned again. "Not as stupid as you look, are you, Dud? But I s'pose if you were, you wouldn't be able to walk and talk at the same time . . . ." Harry pulled out the wand. He saw Dudley look sideways at it.
'He still thinks that a wand is all I have. Even his parents know that something else is up. I wonder if they realize Blade is around?'
"You're not allowed," Dudley said at once. "I know you're not. You'd get expelled from that freak school you go to."
"How d'you know they haven't changed the rules, Big D.?" 'Maybe I can stake him. I can tell Blade I thought he was a vamp. . . But what would I tell the Dursleys'?'
"They haven't," said Dudley, though he didn't sound completely convinced. Harry laughed softly.
"You haven't got the guts to take me on without that thing, have you?" Dudley snarled.
'No, I just don't want to make up a cover story tonight,' Harry thought but, what he said was "Whereas you just need four mates behind you before you can beat up a ten-year-old. You know that boxing title you keep banging on about? How old was your opponent? Seven? Eight?"
"He was sixteen for your information," snarled Dudley, "and he was out cold for twenty minutes after I'd finished with him and he was twice as heavy as you. You just wait till I tell Dad you had that thing out-"
"Running to Daddy now, are you? Is his ickle boxing champ frightened of nasty Harry's wand?" 'Shit, he'd better not tell!'
"Not this brave at night, are you?" Sneered Dudley.
"This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this."
"I mean when you're in bed!" Dudley snarled.
He stopped walking. Harry stopped too, staring at his cousin. From what he could see of Dudley's huge face, he was wearing a strangely triumphant look.
"What d'you mean, I'm not brave in bed?" asked Harry, completely nonplussed. "What – am I supposed to be frightened of pillows or something," Harry said with a bad feeling.
"I heard you last night," said Dudley breathlessly. "Talking in your sleep. Moaning."
"What d'you mean?" Harry said again, but there was a cold, plunging sensation in his stomach. He had revisited the graveyard last night in his dreams.
Dudley gave a harsh bark of laughter then adopted a high-pitched, whimpering voice. "'Don't kill Cedric! Don't kill Cedric!' Who's Cedric – your boyfriend?"
"I – you're lying –" said Harry automatically. But his mouth had gone dry. He knew that Dudley wasn't lying – how else would he know about Cedric?
"Dad! Help me, Dad! He's going to kill me Dad! Boo-hoo!"
"Shut up," said Harry quietly. "Shut up, Dudley, I'm warning you!"
"'Come and help me, Dad! Mum, come and help me! He's killed Cedric! Dad help me! He's going to -' Don't you point that thing at me!"
Dudley backed into the alley wall. Harry was pointing the wand directly at Dudley's heart. Harry could feel fourteen years' hatred of Dudley pounding in his veins – what wouldn't he give to strike now, to jinx Dudley so thoroughly he'd have to crawl home like an insect, struck dumb, sprouting feelers or maybe he'd treat him like a vampire. After all he'd done . . . he'd deserve it and with the disrespect of Cedric –
"Don't ever talk about that again," Harry snarled. "D'you understand me?"
"Point that thing somewhere else!"
"I said, do you understand me?"
"Point it somewhere else!"
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
"GET THAT THING AWAY FROM -"
Dudley gave an odd, shuddering gasp, as though he had been doused in icy water.
Something happened that night. The star-strewn indigo sky was suddenly pitch-black and lightless – the stars, the moon, the misty street lamps at either end of the alley had vanished. The distant grumble of cars and the whisper of trees had gone. The balmy evening was instantly piercingly, bitingly cold. They were surrounded by total, impenetrable, silent darkness, as though some giant hand had dropped a thick, icy mantle over the entire alleyway, blinding them.
For a split second Harry thought he had done magic without meaning to, despite the fact that he'd been resisting that with the need to punch Dudley – then his reason caught up with his senses – he didn't have the power to turn off the stars. He turned his head this way and that, trying to see something, but the darkness press on his eyes like a weightless veil.
Dudley's terrified voice broke in Harry's ear. "W-what are you d-doing? St-stop it!"
"I'm not doing anything! Shut up and don't move!"
"I c-can't see! I've g-gone blind! I-"
"I said shut up!"
Harry stood stock-still, turning his seeing eyes left and right. The cold was so intense that he was shivering all over; goose bumps had erupted up his arms, and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up – he opened his eyes to their fullest extent, staring blankly around, seeing but not seeing. . .
It was impossible . . . They couldn't be here . . . Not in Little Whinging . . . He strained his ears . . . . He would hear them before he would see them . . . hopefully, so he could prepare himself for it . . . .
"I'll t-tell Dad!" Dudley whimpered. "W-where are you? What are you d-do -?"
"Will you shut up?" Harry hissed, "I'm trying to lis-"
But he fell silent. He had heard just the thing he had been dreading.
There was something in the alleyway apart from themselves, something he should have seen, but didn't. Something that was drawing long, hoarse, rattling breaths. Harry felt a horrible jolt of dread as he stood trembling in the freezing air.
"C-cut it out! Stop doing it! I'll h-hit you, I swear I will!"
"Dudley, shut-"
WHAM!
A fist made contact with the side of Harry's head, not doing much but make Harry move back a few steps and drop his wand out of mostly shock. "You moron, Dudley!" Harry yelled, accidentally kicking his wand further away in his anger as he moved to pick it up.
"DUDLEY, COME BACK! YOU'RE RUNNING RIGHT AT IT!" Harry bellowed as he dropped down and picked up the wand.
There was a horrible squealing yell, and Dudley's footsteps stooped. At the same moment, Harry felt a creeping chill behind him that could mean only one thing. There was more than one.
"DUDLEY, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! WHATEVER YOU DO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!" Harry said while quickly jumping back onto his feet.
Then he froze seeing something that would make the situation a whole lot worse and a whole lot more complicated.
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Note: this chapter comes to you mostly from pages 11 – 18 in the Order of the Phoenix
1: as in not going to do much.
