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Warnings- AU, horror, non magic, Violence, supernatural, Grammar and spelling.
Protecting Yours Truly
Chapter five~ A Trickle of Red
He could see what Harry was talking about, when he had shown his dislike for the Dursley's family. Not only were they complete opposites of Harry and his parents, but they were down right horrid.
Full of vicious words, and fake personality's.
Since they had arrived they had all been so very pleasantly fake, and Tom knew Harry could see behind their sham. Whether Harry could tell what it was, was another thing all together.
The worst one in the family seemed to be Marge. She was very blunt and crude as far as he could tell; she was not a pleasant woman, both inside and out. She had already slewed out servile insults, all of which seemed to grate on everyone's nerves.
They had all sat down to eat; three of the Dursley's filling their plate with piles upon piles of food. Petunia –Lily's sister- the only Dursley's to have a small amount of food. The Potter's had a good serving of food in front of them.
Harry picked at his food, not likening the company, nor the conversation going on around them.
"Our Dudley's going to be a boxer! Just started learning this week, he has. Coach says he'll make a fine fighter." The proud tone was noticeable, as well as the smugness. Vernon preened at his son who sat across from him. Dudley shoved more food into his mouth and smiled gleefully.
"Don't you think that's a little violent?" Lily quirked her head to the side, her hand daintily holding a fork, as her other hand nudged Harry to get her son to start eating.
"Of course not! He's a growing boy. It's just a way to get rid of all his excess energy!" Vernon boasted. "Don't you keep your son busy?" the question had both Lily and James frowning.
"Of course they don't Vernon, just look at him!" Marge's voice echoed in the dinning room Harry looked down, letting his fork fall to his plate, and placing his hands in his lap. Lily stood up from her chair, hands placed firmly on the table; she gave Marge an icy stair.
"Excuse me? Would you like to repeat what you just said?" the bloated looking woman let out a huff.
"Oh no dear, your reaction is proof enough to show us what kind of person he is going to turn out to be." Lily's fiery temper grew, her green eyes narrowed to slits. James stood his hand reaching out and coming down on Lily's shoulder. He leveled Marge with a look.
"I beg your pardon but is this any way to act when in someone else's home, enjoying their food and hospitably?" Marge let out a miffed huff, averting her eyes she informs simply.
"Hospitably? Is it hospitable to lock my poor Ripper in the basement?"
"This is about the dog." Marge turned her eyes to the most unlikely person. Petunia dabbed at her lips and looked up to her husband's sister. "Really Marge, you have been positively unpleasant all evening. All because your dog is locked up?" she placed the napkin down drawing everyone's attention. "Was it hospitable to arrive at our door without so much as a phone call? Nerveless with your pet, then barge into a lovely dinner with my sister and spoil it?" Lily and James sat down in awe.
"Darling," she looked over to Vernon.
"Oh hush you, you know I'm right. We had this dinner planed for weeks." She looked over to Lily reaching out she grasped her sisters hand. "I'm sorry for Vernon's sister." Marge let out a disgruntled squawk, making Petunia smile at Lily who smile in kind.
"It's ok, how about we move past it." Both sisters squeezed one another's hand then let go.
A Moment passing swiftly.
"So Vernon how's business?" the older man looked to James his lip twitched.
"It's great, boss recons it's going to be another good year for us." He boomed out, his excitement showing.
Harry let out a breath he had been holding; he looked across the room and smiled.
"Charming." His gaze flicked to the side seeing Tom standing next to him, his grin widened. Just as he was going to ask Tom what he meant the other boy raised his hand and made a shushing motion. Flushing slightly Harry turned back to his food. "I'll be back a little later Harry, do be good while I'm gone." Pausing in his eating Harry nodded slightly. His odd action drawing Dudley's attention, the plump boy frowned.
They continued to eat, Harry slower then the rest causing Lily to worry, her hand soothing over Harry's back. Just as they were finishing Lily nudged Harry and leaned down to him.
"Hey think you can show Dudley where the kitchen sink is? You two can put your dishes there and then go play. Sound good?" Harry looked over to Dudley as the boy finished off his second helping of food. He then looked back at his mother eyes wide.
"Uh, yeah sure." He shrugged, pushed out Harry and grabbed his plate then made his way over to Dudley. "Hey I'll show you were the sink is." Finishing the mouthful Dudley nodded and jumped from his seat, plate in hand he followed Harry hearing Vernon's voice they looked to him.
"You boys play nice, no ruff housing Dudley."
"Yes father." Then they were gone, entering the kitchen Harry went strait for the sink. Glancing to the side Harry made out that Tom was in the kitchen standing off to the side. Raising a hand in greeting Tom narrowed his eyes making Harry pause. "What are you looking at?" Dudley looked over to the spot Harry was looking. "Nothings there."
"Uh yeah thought I saw something, must have been the lighten." He smiled and held out his hand for Dudley's plate, which was shoved into his hands.
"Yeah right, maybe you're just crazy."
"I am not!" the plate banged against the sink as it was dropped the last bit in Harry's rush to correct his cousin.
"Are too." Harry puffed up his green eyes narrowed he made to quip back.
"Do not stoop to his level, you are better then him." Tom's smooth voice had Harry calmed he looked at his cousin, the boy seemed smug about his remark.
"Oh I don't care, so what did you want to do?" put out Dudley frowned.
"Don't know, um how bout we go see Ripper, he must be lonely."
"I don't think that's a good idea, mom put him there cause he's not a nice dog." He looked over to the door of the basement. "And I don't want to go down there." Dudley let out a laugh.
"Oh really? Sure you aren't just scared?"
"No, I just, well a lot of boxes fell on me last time." He could feel Tom's eyes on him, he wanted to look over at the other boy but forced himself not to.
"Oh is that all? That's nothing!" Dudley moved over to the door and jerked it open. "Are you coming?" Biting his lip Harry glanced to the side he could see Tom shaking his head 'no'. "Oh look at the scaredy cat."
"I'm not scared!"
"Harry." Tom began towards the slightly smaller boy.
"You are too!"
"Am not!" his face flushed as he gripped the edges of his shirt.
"Prove it! Go to the basement alone." Dudley pointed downstairs.
"Fine!"
"Harry don't." a cold hand gripped at his wrist. Jerking away Harry didn't pause and marched right over to the basement, he walked passed Dudley and stomped all the way down the stairs. When he made it to the bottom he looked back up, seeing Dudley look down at him.
"See, I'm not scared!" waving his arms around. "There's nothing down here to be scared of." Dudley grinned down at him, his plump fist reaching out for the door.
"Oh yes there is." Harry frowned in confusion, tilting his head he could see Tom's displeased visage. "Ripper." Then the door snapped shut, Harry ran up the stairs just as the lock slid in place.
"Dudley this isn't funny! Open the door!" his cousin laughed on the other side, only laughing harder at Harry attempts to get the door open. "Dudley!"
"Have fun in there Potty!" then Dudley left, letting out snickers as he went.
"Git!" the light flicked on causing Harry to look to the side eyes wide at seeing Tom staring at him.
"I do wish you had listened to me."
"Tom!"
"I said don't, I made my distaste clear. You ignored me, now you are locked in the basement." Harry made a whining noise at the back of his throat. Tom leveled him with a look as he fixed the cuffs of his sleeves.
"Ok I'm sorry, I was stupid. Now I'm stuck in the basement. Happy?"
"Naturally, but I would be even more jovial if you would make you way out of the basement." Frowning Harry grumbled out.
"Jovial means happy doesn't it?"
"Evidently." Harry let out a frustrated sound and grabbed at his hair, shaking the locks furiously. Snapping his gaze back to Tom showing his exasperation. "It means yes."
"Why can't you just say that?"
"I find you lack vocabulary, and wish to expand your horizon." He smirked at Harry, then made his way down the stairs peering back. "Now enough of this nonsense, I would like it if we made our escape."
"How? the doors locked." He pointed back to the door. Letting out a sigh Tom crossed his arms and stared at Harry for a half a minute before realizing Harry just wasn't going to get it, he replied.
"If memory serves me right, there is another door." Immediately Harry bubbles up and bounces down the stairs, jumping the last three steps he exclaims.
"You're brilliant Tom, I forgot all about the other door!" he beams up at Tom his smile as wide as it could go.
"I know." Harry pushes Tom's shoulder jarring him a bit.
"Awe don't spoil it, I gave you a compliment say thank you Tom."
"Thank you Tom." Harry pouted at Tom's smirking face. "Come Harry." He held out his hand waiting for Harry to take it.
"Ok." Harry took Tom's hand. "But just so you know that was very mean of you."
"I know." He grinned again as Harry gasped out.
"Tom!"
"Hush, you know I was joking." They began to walk forward hands clasped. Harry made a disgruntled noise.
"You joke now?" He grinned up at Tom, who leveled him with an amused look.
"I'm truly deeply hurt." He raised a hand and pats his chest where his heart would lay. "Right here."
"Ha! I think you'll sur-" he stopped mid-sentence green eyes wide. The sound of growling vibrating around the room, looking forward they could see Ripper, the bull dogs hackles raised and his teeth showing. He let out a bark causing Harry to stumble back, letting out one more growl the dog took off sprinting towards them.
"Run!" Harry's hand slipped from Tom's and he turned around running away. "Not the stair's Harry!" letting out a squeak Harry swiftly turned the other way and headed for a row of boxes. Just making the turn Harry could feel Rippers teeth almost sink into his ankle. Squeaking Harry grabbed some boxes and jerked them, making them fall in front of the dog.
"Tom help!" He jumped over another box, his foot catching the edge making him stumble a bit.
"The other door Harry!" Harry braced him self against the wall, and pushed off, jerking off to the side. He pushed down more boxes. Slowing Ripper only minimally. Harry let out a rushed breath, and turned sharply seeing Tom waiting at the other staircase. He raced over practically leaping up the stairs, crashing into the door he raised up as high as he could, stumbling with the lock.
"Hurry Harry." A icy hand soothed down his back, trying to clam him. Ripper's barked drawing Harry attention to him, he turned eyes wide in fright. Harry's legs gave out and he fell into a sitting position on the stairs the door at his back, still locked tight, as he hadn't managed to unlock it.
"No." With the whispered word the dog was off jumping up the steps snarling and growling. Harry pressed into the door his body trembling, eyes wide watching as Ripper closed the distance, then a body obscures his view looking up Harry gasps quietly "Tom."
A loud howl burst though the air, Harry snap's his hands over his ears and his eyes closing tightly. Something warm and wet splashes across his front, just as he hears a sickening thud and yelp.
Cracking his eyes open he sees Tom leering down. Making out whimpering noises Harry tilts to the side. What he see's makes him gasp and tear's flood his eyes. Shakily Harry stands and tumbled down the stairs in disbelief. He can hear the thudding footsteps from up stairs. But all he can do is fall to the floor wide eyes looking up at Tom.
"Tom."
"I was protecting you." Harry closes his eye's tears falling to the floor. Letting out a hiccup he opened his eyes looking to Ripper, the dog is a bloody mess, red trickling from the dog's head, as it lets out whimpering noises. Harry reaches out, wanting to help but not knowing how. He hears the door being ripped open and the flood of footsteps as everyone makes their way downstairs. "It was you or him, Harry." Looking back to Tom he lets out another sob, hands trembling as they try to sooth Ripper into sleep. "You or him." Tom whispers again his voice clam, comforting Harry enough to slow his panicked breathing.
"Harry, oh god!" Harry looks up seeing Lily her green eyes wide looking at the scene. Her son collapsed on the floor with a bloodied beaten dog, as he pets the whimpering trembling pet. His face covered in tears, and the front of him splashed with blood.
"What have you done?" Marge's voice screams echoing around the room. She rushes forward pushing Harry away, she knelt down, gently laying a hand on Ripper just then the dog sized up, letting out a howl, body convulsing, then he went still. Fat tear fell down Marge's face, letting out a sob she snaps her gaze to Harry. "You monster! You killed my baby!" Harry backed up his feet hitting the steps behind him. "You good for nothing MONSTER!" Harry let's out a sob, then tore his way up the stairs.
"Harry!" James yelled for him, his hand gripped the lock and twisted; wrenching the door open Harry booked it out of the house. He ran for the forest stumbling, just as he reached the trees he heard his father once more. "Harry please stop!" he didn't, he ran as fast as he could tears rolling down his face. He didn't know how long he had been running but soon he let out a gasp as his foot caught under a tree root and he flue to the ground.
Landing hard Harry let out a loud sob, burying his face into the dirt he cried. It had all happened so fast. Tom, the blood, Ripper, Marge.
'You Monster!' Harry cried harder.
'I was protecting you.' His body trembled the tears soaking into the ground.
'It was you or him.' Shaking Harry let out a chocking sound gripping into the dirt Harry sniffled looking up as a gentle hand pressed down onto his head.
"Harry?" swiping at the hand Harry screamed.
"Go away Tom!" he held Tom's eyes, his own filled with pain, panic and sadness. "Just go away." And just like that Tom was gone. Harry fell back into the dirt sobbing loudly.
A/N uh the Dursley were so hard to write T.T I kept getting stuck on them so bad. As for Petunia yeah I can see her coming to Lily's aid. reason? Lily's not a witch, there was nothing to dive them apart.
lol and wow I'm happy this chapter is done, and stuff happened again. lol
anyways hope you all liked it =) Love you all thank you for reviews, favs and follows.