Last chapter for I don't know how long
Chapter 5
~Hours later/4am~
"I can't believe the meeting actually lasted that long." Vernon complained as he emerging from the fireplace with his family. Dudley and Petunia came in seconds after him.
"The Dark Lord sure had a lot to talk about. I can't believe he wants our Dudley to be a spy at Hogwarts." Petunia frowned nervously as she looked at her proud looking son.
"Don't worry, mum. I am proud to be of use to the Dark Lord." The boy grinned proudly before it dropped in a confused frown. "Hey, where's Draco?" the boy asked after a quick glance around the room. The question caught the interest of his parents and they too began to look around the room.
"Where the hell is that boy? I should have known I shouldn't have trusted Lucius with sending his son!" Vernon shouted as he marched for the nearest phone. He hated most muggle technology but the phone was the quickest way of communication at this time of day.
As Vernon was waiting for Lucius to answer, Petunia took a few steps further in the living room until the front of her shoe hit something soft. Looking down, Petunia noticed pieces of clothing everywhere and what looked like two destroyed, man shoes. The woman blinked and her eyes narrowed as she saw something else. Bending down to get a closer look, Petunia saw that what she saw was thick, gray animal hairs.
'Why that little bitch. If she these clothes happen to be Vernon's she and that Malfoy boy are as good as dead.' The woman thought bitterly as she marched into the kitchen to met with her husband in the kitchen.
"What are you talking about?" Vernon snapped at the phone, his face beat red in anger. After a moment Petunia watched as the red in her husband's face slowly faded to a pale white.
"Vernon? What's wrong?" Petunia asked, temperately forgetting about the ripped clothing and dog hairs. Vernon slowly hung up the phone and turned to face his wife.
"Draco Malfoy has gone missing soon after he left his home; he was never here." He told his wife. The woman blinked at her husband, looking thoughtful.
"But there must have been someone here. There is ripped clothing in the living room and evidence of an animal. Harriet would never let one in on her own." Petunia mumble, placing a hand under her bottom lip as she continued to be thoughtful. Vernon, however, got over his shock and his face returned to the anger red it had been a moment ago.
"Nothing about that little bitch surprises me." The man growled angrily and marched towards the second floor stairs. He was joined by both his wife, as well as his son, and they were in front of Harriet's room within seconds.
Although, their anger slowly turned to confusion and surprise when they saw that the door was covered in large scratch marks and hanging off it's hinges. Pushing the door open gently, they all froze at the scene in front of them.
Clothing and bedding were ripped to shreds, the dresser was on it's side and the desk was cut to pieces. The window was broken, allowing the wind to blow the curtains around like dancing ghosts. Harriet's stuffed wolf was torn to pieces and laying by a hand that was sicking out from under the bed.
"God damn it! Stop hiding you dumb bitch and clean up this room!" Vernon shouted as he marched over to the bed through the mess. When the girl didn't respond, Vernon bent down to grab her hand to pull her out.
"Damn it you stupid bitch I said..." He was cut off with three pairs of screams that six blocks down would be able to hear. In Vernon's hand nothing more than a bloody forearm and hand, obviously ripped from the arm and obviously Harriet's.
Next chapter will start with Draco, but also in third person. Please review once you finish. I will take flamers as long as they aren't mean, and I mean calling me names mean. I will not stand to be called a fucktard