DISCLAIMER: I am not really a tyrtle, and these are not really my characters. Sorry for the confusion, but please read on anyway!
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A loud, high-pitched scream echoed around the room. It woke a young man, who sat up in his bed with sweat dripping down his face. He was upset for having to leave his rather interesting dream about what he had seen in the shower the previous day, but more concerned about what was happening now.
He grabbed his wand, and ran upstairs to see what was happening. Then he remembered: the only person sleeping upstairs was Dudley. Harry turned, and went to go back downstairs. He was almost at the bottom when he remembered the look that was in Dudley's eyes when he saw Ginny…
Harry quickly sprinted to the room that Hermione and Ginny were sleeping in.
"Ginny!" he called, "are you OK?"
There was no reply. He turned on the electric light, and saw that only Hermione was in the room. She was fast asleep.
"Hermione, wake up!" Harry shook her roughly, trying to rouse her so she could help search for Ginny. But it was no use; she was out cold.
He abandoned his attempts to wake her, and went to find Ron. He was already awake, and pulling on a dressing gown. "Mate, did you hear that noise?"
"Yeah, and I can't find Ginny anywhere!"
Suddenly, a cry for help:
"Harry, help! I need you!" It was Ginny.
It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen.
Harry and Ron raced down the hall to the kitchen, where they found Ginny, sitting on the floor, her arms wrapped around herself, sobbing.
Harry rushed down to her. "Ginny, what's wrong?"
She looked into his attractive green eyes. "I can't get this cookie jar off my hand," she wept, holding up a jar-encased hand.
Harry wordlessly removed the jar, completely forgetting he was underage.
"Is that all? Judging by those terrible screams, I thought Dudley was raping you."
Ginny opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by another high-pitched shriek.
"Hang on," said Ron. "If we're all here, and Hermione's asleep, who's left?"
"Just… Dudley," said Harry thoughtfully. "But there is no way I'm going to stop him from being raped. He deserves it, and probably, so does the other guy."
They all laughed cynically, ignoring a fourth scream echoing down from an upstairs bedroom.
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A/N: Apologies for switching to Harry's POV here, but I felt this chapter somehow fitted. And it also portrays Harry as a somewhat-bad guy, just like in Chapter 2. However, I may be willing to change this if you don't like it. But the only way to do so is to READ AND REVIEW!
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