Chapter 4
The street this Harry Potter lived appeared to be an average suburban street. The area despite this had a cold tone of stiffness and focus, despite the what should be a happy place to live in, Orval still had the feeling of someone breathing down his neck. The sky was wavering and early evening was passing down like a blanket.
Orval pressed on arriving a number 4 Privet Drive, still contemplating what the man who was now free implications. He had betrayed Harry's parents to Voldemort, which had led to his downfall, Harry be orphaned and most disturbingly of al Orval's own death. For it had been James and Lily Potter's house that he arrived at that Halloween. Finally, after a long walk over a distance of three feet, he arrived at Harry's house.
He heard voices at the door at Orval prepared to knock the door flung open. Revealing two people, one a brutish middle aged man who Orval assumed to be Harry's Uncle, and a teen with jet black hair, knobbly knees and a body shape that indicates that in the past Harry had been starved to a limited extent.
Orval decided to break the tension that had risen in the room. With one hand he pulled out a card that proved he was from the MI6 (which the Angel division carried to give themselves equal rights to members of that agency as the angels were top secret), with the other hand Orval put out his hand inviting a handshake. He then said "Mr Dursley pleased to meet you, I am a member of the MI6, and I'm afraid your nephew's life is in danger"
Mr Dursley was very confused and refused Orval's hand, he then started breathing heavily and appeared to be in shock. Eventually he spluttered, "are you one of his types?" pointing at Harry.
Orval knew that he likely was referring to whether or not he was a wizard, yet he continued to play the fool, sensing that that Mr Dursley would trust him more if he suspected that Orval did not have connections to the wizardry world. "One of what types?"
Mr Dursley seemed to be more comfortable, in this area and his gaze softened for a brief second, he was still distrustful though. A few moments of brief silence, passed until Harry cut though the tension as he said somewhat comically, "I'm aware of that"
He must have been referring to Lord Voldemort, Orval was all too aware of the powers he had that that man lacked, but those powers were only effective against the dark lord. He was still in danger.