"***"=Speech

'***'=British Slang

[***]=Thoughts

A six year old boy running from five others entered a dead end alley. He tried all the doors, but the boys chuckled merrily and said your going to get it good. "I would not agree to that," an elderly voice said behind them. They twirled and looked at a very old oriental man. Dudley the leader was emboldened as the man was barely bigger than his six year old freaky cousin, Harry.

"Go away old man, this is none of your business, you wanker!"

"Ah, I see, five of you are so scared of the little one that you need courage of the many." All five flushed. But the young one went white faced. "Perhaps I'll leave you for the police. I'm sure my cameras will catch you on film beating him. The bobbies will easily be able to find you at the local school. I am such an old man, being threatened by five hooligans on film. I'm sure you will be put away for a few months at least."

Piers Polkiss besides being the youngest and smallest, was also the smartest. He knew they were on dangerous ground. "Let's go big D. We can get him later, with no pictures being taken." The other three boys realized that they did not want to go to the Bobbie station and be at 'Her Majesty's Pleasure'. Their parents would beat them. One said, "yeah we will get him later." Not comprehending that they rarely caught Harry Potter.

"'Hunky-dory'. We need to 'see A Man About a Dog.' Ripper will be here in a few weeks. We'll have a 'chin wag' with you later freak!" They tootled off. Harry was happy, but frightened about Ripper coming. He still had the scars to his leg from last year, when he had to climb the tree and they all laughed at him.

"Hello little one, would you care to come in and share some tea with an old man?"