Chapter 4: Jazz and Roman leave
Four weeks later and Roman was in his room. He had taken down the protective wards surrounding his room and put them into a spare ruby stone he had on hand. He had also removed his wall and ceiling designs and had replaced them with a revolting wallpaper design. He changed his Ash wardrobe and chest of drawers with a pair of cheap Pine ones. He replaced the bed with a crap twin sized bed along with the state of the art bedding set with uncomfortable and lumpy bedding set. If Vernon ever did give this room to Marge, he wanted to ensure that her stay was diabolical. Finally, he wandlessly shrunk everything he owned and put them into his Puma gold accented black suitcase and grabbed his Nike clothes rucksack. He chucked it into his suitcase and moved on to sort out his Adidas shoulder bag.
He put his and Jazz's passports, Jazz's phone, his laptop, his workout equipment that he had gone and retrieved from his secluded spot (which was another Nike duffle bag and shrunk to fit). He also added the paperwork and their music into the bag. He zipped up the bag and left the now unrecognisable room, with bittersweet thoughts. He put the bags in the shadowed hallway. It being two in the morning meant that everyone else was fast asleep.
Roman grabbed a quick coffee and a cereal bar to wake himself up. As he ate, he grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. He penned a quick letter to his aunt.
Petunia,
Thank you! Thank you for everything. Without you, I would still be ignorant of my heritage, not knowing the truth. Without you, I would still be abused and treated like a slave. You gave me closure for my parents' deaths. I am leaving tonight, moving to America. Tell Vernon 'revenge is a dish best served cold'. Can you tell my brother I will be in America and will see him soon?
I hope the divorce papers and moving goes well. You will probably find this in the morning. Prepare for a shock when you go into my room.
Your nephew: Roman AK Potter.
Roman finished the letter, folded it and put it into the white envelope next to him. He put his aunt's name on the front in capitals and left it on top of the microwave. Finished he left the kitchen putting the wrapper in the bin and the empty glass in the sink. He grabbed his bags as he walked into the hallway. Unlocking the door, he looked outside. Seeing no-one spying from their front windows he sprinted to the gleaming sports car parked on the driveway. Hearing the click of the trunk unlocking, Roman looked up. There was Johnny standing behind the car and the trunk lid was open. Johnny picked up the two bags and tossed them into the trunk.
"How are you going to scare Dursley?" Roman asked
"Easily" Johnny replied as his vehicle form transformed into his mech self for the first time.
Roman was amazed at the transformation. Jazz was easily 10 feet tall and whilst Roman should be intimidated, he was not at all scared of him. Jazz was his bodyguard and Johnny was his uncle so he felt safe with him, with both of them.
Jazz turned to look through the elder Dursleys' bedroom window. Moving quickly, he put his optics right up the glass panes. He looked at the sleeping pair and feeling mischievous, he wrenched the wooden and metal roofing of the main frame of the house. The sound woke up Vernon, who could only stare in muted fear and shock. Whilst this was happening, Johnny had snuck around back into the house. He slipped into Dudley's room. From there, he proceeded to pull Dudley out of his bed, overturn it so it was pinning the boy to the ground and sneak back out. He walked out the front door and relocked it after him.
"Who are you?" Vernon asked, failing to be brave "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! PUT IT RIGHT! I'll call the police on you if you don't"
"SILENCE DURSLEY!" Jazz roared, the windows shattering "Silence or I'll do worse damage than this to your so called perfect home"
"W-w-what do you w-w-want with me" Vernon demanded, scared "If you want the freak you can have him, worthless little shit"
"Yes, I want the Potter boy. I want your assurance you will not tell the police of tonight's events. I want ya to pay for what you have done to him. No defenceless innocent child should ever have to experience what Roman went through. So as a little farewell gift, I leave you with the slight problem of getting your beloved son outta bed or rather getting him out from his upside down bed." Jazz said, with a grim and slightly vindictive grin. He was getting retribution for Roman.
A muffled scream was heard from Dudley's room. Vernon went white with disbelief, distress and outrage. The scream had woken Petunia, who looked at the robot. Another pained scream was heard and Vernon left the room to go help his son from his current situation. Petunia followed to keep up the act of dutiful wife and mother.
Jazz moved so he was now level with Dudley's window instead of the master bedroom window.
"Remember I'll be takin Roman and if you tell anyone you'll be seen as crazy. You will not be seeing him again. I also think I'll leave you with the problem of putting the house back together." Jazz informed them
"TAKE THE FREAK! WE DO NOT CARE ABOUT HIM! JUST LEAVE!" Vernon shouted, terrified
"OK, I'm going. However, you abuse another innocent child like you did to Roman, I will ensure you rot in a cell in a high security prison, which usually reserved for serial murderers and rapists go, for the rest of your life. There you can see how those inmates treat child abusers. Last I heard they survived barely three weeks before they were killed by one of the prison inmates or by their cellmates. Another thing I will do is broadcast your crimes on international news so the entire world can know what you did. Understood." Jazz said
"Crystal clear" Vernon replied, his voice shaky
Jazz turned around to leave but a voice from behind stopped him in his tracks. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed the voice came from the only female in the room.
"Thank you. Thank you for helping my nephew. He deserves to be loved and cared for so thank you," Petunia said
"No worries" Jazz said, he could tell Roman's aunt cared for him deeply. She clearly had Roman's best interests at heart.
Silently, Jazz folded into his alt-mode and opened both front doors. In the passenger seat was a Braken child's car seat. Roman climbed into it and Johnny strapped him in. He closed the door and walked to the other side. He got in, strapped his seatbelt on and started the engine.
"Ready Roman?" Jazz asked through the speakers as Jonny did a handbrake turn.
"As I'll ever be. We don't have enough money though" Roman replied
"Which reminds me?" Jazz said
Using his electromagnet, he picked up Vernon's wallet and removed £60 ($110/€87), enough for the both of them for a couple of weeks. Using it again, he placed the wallet back on the nightstand, exactly how it was positioned before. With that done, Roman left Number 4 Privet Drive, for the last time.