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An expression of utmost shock crossed his Uncle's face and Harry took a step backward. What was his Uncle doing in this town? When he'd picked this town, he had imagined that he would never be seeing his relatives again. Fate definitely had something else planned.
His uncle took a step forward and Mr. Harrison barked,
"What the hell is he doing here and where is Collin?"
Mrs. Harrison squeaked in a fearful voice,
"He…He…"
Harry wrenched his gaze away from his Uncle's face and looked Mr. Harrison in the eye before speaking,
"I came to inquire about what had happened to make Collin so fearful of returning home. I got my answer so if you'd excuse me, I have to be somewhere."
Mrs. Harrison spoke up,
"He knows where Collin is and won't tell."
Mr. Harrison narrowed his gaze at him and gripped his arm,
"Is that right, Mr. Potter?"
Harry tried to wrench his arm out of Mr. Harrison's hold but failed,
"In that case, you really must stay."
Mr. Harrison dragged him back to the living room and pushed him back on the settee. Harry sat up straight,
"Take a seat, Mr. Dursley. I'm sure this will be resolved in a few minutes and you can be on your way."
His Uncle's gaze was fixated on him and he finally spoke,
"Did he let you go?"
Mr. Harrison spoke up,
"Do you know him, Mr. Dursley?"
His Uncle frowned,
"Yes, he is my nephew."
Mr. Harrison gasped,
"He's your nephew. The richest person in our town is your nephew? You should have mentioned it, Mr. Dursley."
Harry lowered his head and resisted the urge to shake it. This was going wrong. He heard his Uncle laugh,
"That is a very good joke, Thomas. The boy has nothing to his name."
Mr. Harrison laughed nervously,
"Surely, you're the one that's joking, Mr. Dursley."
Harry was about to get up when Mr. Harrison got up and rested a hand on either side of his head, effectively trapping him,
"Where is Collin?"
Harry looked up at him and smiled,
"I'm not telling you."
Mr. Harrison raised his hand to strike him and Harry turned his head and braced for impact. It didn't come though, and Harry looked up to find him looking towards his uncle. His uncle spoke,
"Don't stop on my account. I never liked the boy anyway and I have my own set of questions to ask him."
Harry closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. He was in trouble. He could feel it. Mr. Harrison grinned, and he was struck hard across the face. The blow made him see stars and made his jaw ache. Blinking away the momentary darkness, he was about to touch his jaw when Mr. Harrison gripped his arm in a vice like grip and growled,
"I'm going to ask you one last time. Where is Collin?"
Harry closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath,
"I'm not telling you."
The next blow came to his stomach and knocked the breath out of him. He curled up and fell off the settee and on the rug. No…he wasn't telling them where Collin was. The dots weren't difficult to connect. Mr and Mrs. Harrison were selling Collin off to Uncle Vernon. He wouldn't let this happen. He would never let this happen. His fingers clenched the rug as he gathered the strength to get up to his feet. His stay at the castle had given him a high tolerance for pain and managed to lift himself to his feet.
But he didn't stay on his feet for long. A sudden rush of pain jolted throughout his body. His stomach ached, his arms lost tension and his legs weakened. He dropped to the ground again. His tongue was soaked in the taste of blood. Bruised and winded, he grabbed Mr. Harrison's foot and pulled him to the ground. His head was pounding. He brought a fist to his face, snapping his nose into a grotesquerie. Before he could throw another punch, strong hands closed around his throat and dragged him away. He knew they belonged to his uncle. He closed his eyes and relaxed in an attempt to conserve his oxygen, but his lungs were already beginning to scream and he couldn't help but writhe against his uncle's hold.
Just when he thought he was going to black out, his uncle released him and he slumped back on the rug, drawing in large gulps of air and trying to regulate his breathing. He was grabbed by the hair and his uncle spoke,
"Is there someplace private in your home?"
Mr. Harrison must have nodded because he was suddenly being dragged by his hair. He fought against the hold and was punished by a kick to his chest. Harry's back screamed as he was dragged down stairs and then tossed roughly on the cold stone floor. His uncle's voice echoed around in the space,
"Where is the boy, Harry?"
Harry failed to get a single word out but shook his head. After that he couldn't recall how long the beating had gone on for, only the final kick and the sound of his uncle's laughter. His face wasn't too bad, just a cut above his eyebrow, the scarlet blood flowing into his eyes. It was his body that was damaged almost beyond the point at which recovery was possible. Everything inside him was aching and he felt too close to death…but he couldn't die now…not here…not at his uncle's hand…He had to save Tom. He had to save Bella. He felt Mr. Harrison or was it his uncle tie his hands behind his back and his ankles together. He tried to resist but every single action caused him unimaginable pain so for the moment he was content with just laying still. Mr Harrison finally spoke up,
"I'm going to go check his house."
His uncle spoke,
"I'll come with you."
He knew why his uncle was going along…He was going to steal his gold but that didn't matter to him Only Collin mattered. He was certain that Mr. Harrison would find Collin there. He tried to protest but couldn't. A hard kick to his head was all he felt before his world was drowned into darkness.