3 The Return
I woke up in a cold sweat that was even more chilled at the fact that the window was open and the wind was drifting lazily across my stone cold, wet face.
What had just happened in that dream that could have made me sweat as I do now? Was it what Snape said or was it that girl who Snape said was his daughter? Does Snape really have a daughter? If he does then why doesn't she go to Hogwarts? Why wouldn't he let her go to Hogwarts if he really did have a daughter?
These questions remain unanswered because at that moment Uncle Vernon called for me to come downstairs and clean the kitchen along with mowing the lawn and picking the weeds out of Aunt Petunia's flower gardens. After I was finished with all of my chores I decided to go to Winfield Park to see what Dudley and his gangs of cronies were doing and who they decided to pulverize today.
At the park I thought I saw something, well rather someone, who could not have possibly been there. I thought I had seen Draco Malfoy sitting on the third swing from the right staring maliciously at me through a slit in a long black cloak.
I know that Draco is a Death Eater but I still can't prove it, I mean, I always see him in the strangest places with the people I know who are Death Eaters. To prove that Malfoy really is a Death Eater would be a once in a life time experience, well more like a once in a lifetime chance. The look on his face if I found him, with proof, to be a Death Eater would be priceless. I expect it would be of terror along with a pinch of shock, not to mention he would have anger and the look of on the verge of pissing his pants.
I'm talking about how one moment Malfoy was there, sitting on the swing, then the next minute he was totally out of sight. Could Malfoy really apperate or was he just a figment of my useless imagination? I think I only dreamed Malfoy was there because I so badly want to catch him in the act of being a Death Eater.
"You have a mean right hook Big D," a voice pounded gleefully across the ancient park.
"Yeah Big D, did you see how he curled up into a ball and started to cry for his mummy?" now laughter was piercing the, steadily growing darker, park.
"Well I learned all I can from the one place no one in the world could ever get into," sounded Dudley's oinkish like voice.
What poor fifth grader was just on the receiving end of one of Dudley's 'mean right hooks?'
"Now Joe will realize that you never mess with one of our, well, your gang members little bro."
"As I was saying, I learned this all from the time my dad took me to a wrestling match and I got to go back stage into where they get ready for the match, and I'm not talking about the dressing rooms, I'm talking about the weight rooms and stuff like that," Dudley said this big lie knowing he has never gone to a wrestling match in his life. Aunt Petunia would die rather than let Uncle Vernon take her Diddykins to a "mean old wrestling match," as she's been known to put it. She may not let him watch wrestling but she does let him wrestle at school along with boxing.
Then out of no where I had the strangest erg to tell his whole gang that impel little Diddykins was lying to his trustworthy gang of boneheads and cronies.
"Oh Impel Diddykins," I cried out into the night. When I said this Dudley shut right up and turned around to see, who he thought was his mum, who said that.
"Oh it's just you," Dudley said with disgust.
"Hey Big D, show this weak little runt who you are, give him some of your mean right hooks."
"Yeah Big D," came half a dozen voices in the night.
"Well Impel Diddykins why don't you just try to give me some of your 'mean right hooks?'" I said with slyness.
"Errrrrrrrrrrrr... well...ummmmmm..." Dudley was cut off by his whole gang.
"We'll show you not to make fun of Big D! Come on guys let's get him!" yelled someone in the gang who was near the back.
"Yeah, you show me and you'll pay for it," I now like to get into fights with these guys to see what Dudley plans to do to stop it.
"Wait! No one ever touches Harry. You got that, boys?" Dudley said this very squeaky and in barely a whisper.
"But why Big D, he was trying to make a fool of you."
"He's my cousin and I'll handle him at home. Besides that he's well protected."
"What do you mean Big D?"
"Big D, are you trying to say he's got a gun on him?" Everyone sounded really afraid of me as they talked.
"No, he doesn't have a gun," Dudley spoke up.
"Then why won't you let us beat him to a pulp?"
"He's got something worse than a gun."
"What is worst than a gun Big D?" so many guys cried out to Dudley's massive image.
"He's got something I've sworn I'd never talk about."
"Hey Dudley!" I screamed. "You wouldn't want me to run home and tell your mum that her Impel Diddykins was talking about that, well this? Would you?" I said as I took out my wand which I had hid in my belt loop.
"You wouldn't dare do that or I'll pulverize you right now. Dad said that you weren't to take that out," Dudley retaliated.
"Errr...young Diddykins, don't you remember where I go to school?" I said just to see the look on his face that he always got when I talked about Hogwarts in front of the people he got to know so well during his days of school, so boring compared to what my days were like of fights in the halls and classes that you got to levitate objects or turn an owl to a frog.
"Hey d-dad t-told you n-never to t-talk about your f-freak s-school"
"Well Diddykins, daddy's not here to stop me and you don't have the guts in you to stop me either! Why don't you tell them the truth? Tell them that you have never been to a wrestling or boxing tournament in your life. Tell them that can't, well won't, beat me up because you're to afraid of what I, a skinny scrawny boy half your weight, might do to you even though you are rumored to be the best heavy weight boxer in your school. Tell them that for almost seven years now you have been cowering before me and that seven years ago you had a tail of a pig! Tell them who I'm godson to; tell them when you get nervous, because of me mainly, you wet your pants. Come on Diddykins tell them the truth," I half screamed, half-talked. I could tell Dudley was on the quay of beating me to a pulp but I didn't care, Dudley was now the one being picked on by me and not how it used to be of him beating on me when we were seven.
"Hey Big D, is he telling the truth, did you have the tail of a piggy? The cute little tail of a piggy?" All of the other members around Dudley began to laugh at this remark, I smiled at the effects my statement had upon the situation.
"So, Dudley, who's his godfather, and why are you so afraid of a little twerp like him? You've taken on bigger guys than him, so why are you afraid?"
"Well...his godfather is a convict who escaped from prison who was on the news years ago, his name's Sirius Black."
"What, that is his godfather? Are you telling us that that guy who killed all them people is godfather to this twerp?"
"Hey, no wonder you's afraid of him, he has a maniac for a godfather! I'm out of here before that guy comes after us and kills us for messin' with his godson! Bye Big D," and with that all of them started to depart as fast as they could.
"Oh, and Sirius isn't a maniac! If you talk about him one more time like that I will have him hunt you down and kill you!" I erupted before knowing exactly what I was doing. After realizing what I had just said, I began to feel lost and like I had no reason to go on because I was the one who had to be so stupid and believe a dream that ended with Voldemort getting away and Sirius dying. Not to mention that every best friend I have ever had had gotten hurt, too.
"I'm telling dad that you made me tell about your people!" Dudley screamed in terror from no where.
"You tell and I'll make you pay because remember this is my last year and if you get on my nerves I can make you pay."
When we got back to Aunt Petunia's and Uncle Vernon's all Dudley did was say good night and went up stairs before either parent could ask what was wrong. Their first instinct was to turn on me and blame me for doing something to their precious son who was just so perfect. All I said was I had not a clue what was wrong with him and escaped up into my room which, shortly after arriving in it, I was joined by Dudley who looked quite horrified, that is if you ask me.
All he said was, "There's someone in my room who wants you Harry."
I got up and followed Dudley in to his "pig-pen" that he calls a room. And sure enough there really was someone there to talk to me; well actually it was about seven people who wanted to talk to me.