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Harry had enjoyed three days free from his uncle's commands and curses. He was laying back on his mattress and enjoying his new book. The pictures and the words always aroused his senses and they took him away to his fantasy land where he could forget everything and just explore the most perfect, the most magical world, where he could have anything that he wanted.
Thunder roared outside, and lightning struck somewhere. Harry was forced out of his fantasy world as the wind howled and rattled the small shed. Harry felt a sinking feeling in his chest that something was going to be awfully wrong. He rose up to his feet but as soon as he did, a lightning bolt struck the shed and sparked a fire. Harry was too stunned to move. The fire was spreading at a rapid rate. Harry's survival instinct kicked in and he jumped to the floor. He tried to pry the loose floor board away to get to his books but it was stuck. Harry cursed and clawed the wooden plank to somehow get it away but only wound up, hurting his hands. The fire was consuming everything.
The shed was filling up with smoke and Harry found it difficult to breathe. His eyes watered and he felt as if he was suffocating. He clutched his chest and crawled out of the burning shed. Once outside, Harry laid on his back and breathed in deep gulps of the cold, night air. Once his breathing was normal. He raised himself on his elbows and saw the shed burned down to the ground.
Tears rose to his eyes and Harry couldn't hold them back. He fell back on the grass and closed his eyes. His world and everything that he had cherished most in it had just burned down. The wind continued to howl and the clouds thundered on. The first drops of rain landed on Harry but Harry was just too numb to care. Soon after it began to pour and Harry screamed. He screamed as loud as he could. But no one heard them because the wind and the rain drowned them out.
Vernon Dursley was travelling back home in a carriage when the storm began. The rain began to pour but the carriage continued to move on. Suddenly the clouds thundered deafeningly and the horses neighed and went out of control. They carriage was pulled off track and went shooting through the trees. Vernon Dursley fell out of the carriage and watched in the horror as the terrified horses raced away with the carriage. He got up to his feet and tried to run after it but soon found himself out of breath.
He sat down on a tree stump and looked around to realize that he was in the middle of a forest. He calculated where he was in his mind and he felt terror freeze his heart when he realized that this was the haunted forest. He immediately got up from the tree stump and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He was running when he stumbled and fell over a rock. As he looked up, he saw a clearing. He was going to get out of the forest. But as he reached the clearing, his gaze took in the magnificent structure that stood at a distance. It began to rain and Vernon Dursley found no other option but to take refuge in the castle. It was probably deserted anyway.
He reached the huge oak doors of the castle and realized that they were ajar. He slipped in and saw that the paint that had been white was not so peeled off that it looked out of place amid the dark of rotting wood. The windows were boarded up. the once glossy stairs were too weak to bare weight. Inside was dank, gloomy, cold. The furniture, untouched in decades, was decaying and frayed. The floor was awash with moss. A dusty chandelier hung from the ceiling.
Vernon Dursley heard the rain pouring outside and made his way up the dusty steps. He wandered the gloomy, abandoned corridors for minutes. The castle was huge. His greed overtook his fear. The lust for gold and treasures kept his feet going and soon enough he found himself in a huge chamber. Five Pedestals stood in the centre of the room and he made his way to them.
Vernon Dursley's eyes grew wide as he saw the artefacts displayed on those pedestals. A Golden Locket. A Gold Ring, A Diadem, A Battered Diary and a Golden Cup. He had no interest in the diary but he was certain that the other artefacts would fetch him a handsome price and he would be rich. He had just grabbed the locket when he heard a snake hiss and a cry escaped his lips as the snake prepared to attack. Suddenly a grim voice hissed something and the snake stopped. The voice then addressed him,
"You dare to steal from me."
Vernon Dursley stammered and stepped back. The Locket was still in his hand. The voice laughed and then spoke,
"It seems that I shall have to kill you."
Vernon Dursley fell on his knees,
"Please, No. I have a family to take care of."
The voice hummed thoughtfully and then spoke,
"Very well, I shall allow you to leave so that you may bid farewell to your family. But by tomorrow evening, you shall return to me and accept your death with dignity."
Vernon Dursley rose to his feet, replaced the locket hesitantly on the pedestal and was about to run out the chamber when the voice spoke again,
"Take the locket with you. When you ready to die, wear it around your neck. It shall bring you to me."
Vernon Dursley picked up the locket from the pedestal and stumbled out of the room. He was just running out from the oak doors when the voice spoke,
"If you do not return, I shall find you and kill you along with your family."
Vernon Dursley ran senselessly into the rain. He ran through the trees and the bushes. Terror was tearing at his heart and he felt as if the voice was following him.
The night passed and in the morning, his aunt found him soaked to the skin and curled on the ground a foot from the burned down shed. She grimaced, turned around and walked back in the cottage. The boy would die from the cold, no doubt. If he wasn't dead already. Good Riddance. But the shed was burned down. Vernon would be returning today. He would be so mad.
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