Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Eyes Closed Tightly
Chapter 4
His legs pumped up and down, making the swing move as he soared to the sky then fall back the ground. His hands held onto the chain links as he swung back and forth loving the wind in his hair. When he had, had enough his feet scraped just barely on the sand and he stopped pumping his legs. The sand settled and he was swaying a bit, his feet dangling only his toes touching the ground.
In his view he could see a dark hair boy looking around the park, his expression worried as he looked around. Jumping down from the swing he made his way over to the boy his small pale hands pulling the hood from his hoodie down showing black messy hair.
"Hi. I'm Harry. Did you lose something?" Teary hazel eyes looked up to Harry as the boy gulped down his distress.
"Trevor! I've lost him." His face colored red and the tears threatened to fall.
"Who's Trevor?" the boy's lip quivered and his hands knotted.
"He's my toad." He let out a sniffle; Harry smiled gently down at the boy and held out a hand.
"Oh ok, if you like I'll help you find him." The boy reached out taking Harry's hand. He was pulled up with a little difficulty the boy was bigger than Harry. "What's your name?" the boy smiled watery down at Harry, their hands still linked.
"N-Neville." Harry's smiled turned brighter.
"Nice to meet you Neville, now how about we find your toad for you?" Neville smiled gratefully at Harry and they went in search of the toad.
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Tom stared down at the woman as she took her last breath, she was covered in her own blood and her screams had brought sanity back to his world. It wouldn't do to lose himself with Harry around. He wiped the blood from the knife on a rag he had found. He heard a whimper coming from the corner and turned. Upon seeing the frightened man he smirked, eyes bright in glee.
"Oh don't worry. I haven't forgotten you." The man whimpered and pushed himself towards the concrete wall behind him. Tom had forced him and his wife down to the basement so no one could hear their screams for help. As soon as they were down stairs he'd struck, hitting the man tell he was in the corner then grabbing his wife. He blocked off the exit as he carved into her delicate skin. She had screamed so loud, and the man had tried to get to her, only for a gun to be pointed at him. There was no sound as the silencer did its job, he was shot in the leg.
He crumpled to the ground, eyes wide and applying presser to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. His wife screamed as Tom returned his attention back to her. He could do nothing as he watched his wife scream in agony and then finally die after the brutal attack.
He looked up into red eyes, Tom grinned making the man scream and try to scramble back only for him to get nowhere and his leg to pulse in pain, the blood flowing onto the floor in rivers.
"No, no please don't kill me." Tom advanced on the trembling mass of a man, loving the begging. The victim's eyes darted around the basement looking for an escape but finding the only one behind Tom.
"Don't you want to be with your wife? I'm sure she is lonely." The man shook hands grasping at air as Tom advanced.
"No, no I don't want to die!" his voice was rising hoping beyond all hope that someone would hear him but knowing no one would.
"She would be disappointed to hear that, alas I must deny you, your want of life. You see your life hinders me and it would be best for you to die. After all you have seen my face and we can have you going back to the police with that knowledge." Tom inspected the knife standing but a few feet away from the terrified man. Red eyes snapped to the trembling man pinning him with pure fright. "Let's get this over with. I have things to attend to." With a twirl of the knife Tom struck, screams filled the basement along with the sound of flesh being ripped into and blood falling to the floor.
Tom panted feeling exhilarated after the kills. He stood glancing at both dead bodies and hummed happily at the blood seeping out of them onto the cement floor. He glided across the room and went upstairs; leaving behind the mess he closed the door to the basement and looked at himself frowning at what he saw. He couldn't collect Harry covered in blood. Letting out a sigh Tom turned and headed to find a bathroom and some new clothes. The man who lived here wouldn't need them anymore.
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Green eyes moved, watching his target silently as the grass tickled his nose but Harry stubbornly held his breath eyes glued to the thing he needed to get. Neville stood further back; hands over his mouth and eyes teary as he watched Harry. Suddenly the smaller boy leaped up and crashed to the ground hands clasped around a struggling toad.
Neville ran over a squeal of excitement escaping as he looked at the toad Harry had caught. Harry held the toad out hoping that this was the famed Trevor he was getting tired after catching 6 other toads only to find out that no it wasn't Neville's beloved pet.
"Well, is it him?" The boy looked at the toad searching then smiled happily.
"Yep, it's Trevor." Neville held out his hands and Harry plopped the amphibian into the waiting hands. "Thank you so much Harry! I don't know what I would have done without you." The watery smile came back as Neville hugged the toad; Harry blinked and then smiled himself.
"It was nothing, I'm just happy I don't have to do another leap to the ground it gets tiresome after a while." Harry tugged at the bottom of his hoodie then tried to pat away the dirt that was on it from his day playing outside. Neville looked to Harry seeing the dirt covering him, his lips quivered.
"I'm sorry, if it weren't for me you wouldn't be covered in dirt." His eyes snapped up to see Neville's face redden and tears fill the hazel eyes.
"Don't worry about it Neville, I'll just put them in the wash, an easy fix." He smiled trying to calm the other boy. It worked. Neville sniffled then smiled, standing as Harry did. It was growing dark.
"Do you live near here Harry?" the raven looked at the other boy noticing the nervous look Neville was sporting.
"No I don't." Neville's face fell. He didn't have many friends and when he thought he could have one turns out he couldn't. Upon seeing the falling face Harry's mind raced to come up with a way to make the other boy happy. "But we can still be friends." Hazel eyes snapped to his.
"Really!" Harry smiled and nodded Neville flung himself at the smaller boy sending them to the ground. Neville's face ran red and he looked apologetic at Harry. "Sorry." He got up and helped Harry to stand. Wiping himself down Harry looked up at the happy boy.
"It's ok, nothings broke." They both grinned at one another.
"Harry!" Green eyes went wide in excitement and Harry spun around seeing a dark shape off in the shadow hiding from sight.
"Tom." He whispered then looked back to Neville his smile so wide it reached his eyes. "Sorry Neville I have to go I'll see you around ok?"
"Alright, bye Harry." With a wave Harry ran off to where Tom was waiting. His smile widening as he got closer. He lunged, attaching himself to Tom laughing as the older man picked him up.
"Nice to see you too." Tom turned and began to walk out of the park. "I see you have been playing in the dirt." Harry snuggled into Tom, arms wrapped tightly. He then made a humming noise as if to answer the older one. Tom let out a sigh his lips, twitching as he shifted Harry on his hip. He pulled the hood up to hide Harry's dark locks. "Let's just keep that up hmm?" a soft humming was his answer then he felt puffs of air tickling his neck indicating Harry had falling asleep on him. His lips twitched again.
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One whole week and they had found nothing, zip, nada, zilch. If that wasn't bad enough, it seemed like the killings had stopped, like Voldemort just decided to take a vacation. It was enough to make Sirius grab his hair and scream in frustration. There was a soft clink against his desk making him look up. Seeing the cup of coffee, his hands shot out and he took a sip of the much needed caffeine.
His gray eyes opened after savoring the drink to look at the person responsible for the sudden calm that had settled over him.
"Thanks Rems I really needed it I was about to rip my hair out."
"I know, how you holding up?" Sirius shook his head and took another sip of his coffee.
"Not to good I'm dying here Remus, we have less support because everyone thinks the kid is dead, a lost cause. I know that kid is still out there. I want to find him." The sandy haired man placed a hand on Sirius shoulder looking into the grey eyes of his friend.
"We both do." Turning away Remus hand fell from his shoulder. "Who knows maybe we'll luck out?" they both took turns sipping at their coffee the silence almost pleasing.
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She placed the last dish on the rack to air dry her hands picked up a dish rag and she walked into the living room her husband sat watching the 10 o'clock news's his eyes trained intently on the electronic.
'And in other news: it is reported that police are still searching for 10 year old missing Harry Potter, the child has been missing for 7 days…"
"It's a shame a small child going missing like that, I don't know what I would do if it happened to us Frank." The man let out a sigh before looking to his wife he held out his hand and she took it sitting beside her husband.
"I know Alice let's just hope the little guys ok." He raised his other hand tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"Harry?" both parents looked to the entrance as a blurry eyed Neville looking at the TV. wiping one eye with his fist his other hand holding the arm to a teddy bear he hadn't know he brought down with him. Hazel eyes looked to the TV, looking at the photo the news had of a small 10 year old. Neville pointed to the TV, a big smile lighting up his face.
"Mama its Harry he's my friend from the park today he helped me fined Trevor!" Alice and Frank stood up eyes wide.
"Are you sure Neville?" the boy looked to the screen again blinking once before turning his attention back to his mother.
"Yep! I can't forget his eyes." Alice ran over to her son pulling him close.
"Oh Frank phone the police! Quick!" Frank dashed for the phone, his face as pale as his wife's.
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