Chapter 2!

Harry starred at the dog's mangled body lying in the street in the street. The person who hit him in the car got out and ran over to the dog's side. Other people also ran over to try and aid the hound, but it was useless. Harry knew that Tyson was dead. 'And that means I'm gonna be dead', Harry thought. He could hear the Dursleys inside the house since the front door was still left wide open. They didn't seem to be acting any different than usual. 'Did they hear?' thought Harry? 'Do they even know what happened? I don't think they know!' Harry turned and walked back in the front door, still stunned about the situation, and not saying anything. He walked straight past the kitchen and up the stairs and then hid himself in his room. The Dursleys didn't even see him.

Harry sat with his ears, wide, waiting to hear any kind of uproar from downstairs, which would indicate that the Dursleys had found out about the horrible incident. Harry felt bad for what he had done to the dog, and he knew the right thing was not to run from his problems and to tell the Dursleys what he had done…but his life was literally in on the line. Going to Uncle Vernon and telling him the truth would be suicide.

Harry had only been in his room for 10 minutes, when the door bell rang. Harry's heart stopped. Now they're going to find out! Harry silently cracked the door open and stuck his head out to listen. He heard someone downstairs, come and open the front door.

"Hello, sir. I'm very sorry to bother you right now…", began the visitor at the door, before uncle Vernon interrupted him.

"Who are you?" Boomed Uncle Vernon's voice. "One of those door to door Mormons? I'm not interested! Get off my property!"

"Actually, I'm here with some bad news…"

"What! I don't even know you! But what is it?" said Vernon rudely.

"I understand you are the owner of a dog named Tyson?"

"Yes"

"I don't know how to tell you this sir, I'm truly sorry, but your dog just ran out and…"

"What are you saying?" Questioned Vernon.

"I'm sorry but my car hit your dog." There was a pause. A deadly silence. Harry could just imagine Uncle Vernon's face turning purple. Harry waited for Vernon to start shouting, but he wasn't saying anything at all. "I'm sorry," said the driver again, "I don't think that he's alive!"

Finally, after another brief pause, Uncle Vernon said, "Show me"

The front door slammed tight and Harry knew they were out front looking at the wreck. 'Maybe Uncle Vernon won't think it's me!', thought Harry. 'Maybe he'll just sue the guy who hit him. He can't prove it was me.' But that had never stopped Vernon in the past. There had been loads of times, Harry had gotten beat for things that were not his fault, because Vernon did need any evidence. He didn't need evidence for this either. For Vernon's rule of thumb was 'Anything bad that happens, is Harry's fault. No buts about it.'

Harry waited for Vernon to come back inside for who knows how long. It seemed an eternity had passed. What could they be taking so long for? But then Harry heard what he was waiting for. The front door had been slammed so loud, from Vernon coming in the house, Harry it rattled the walls. 'This is it,' Harry thought. Then he heard magnificent stomping feet, making their way up the stairs. They began making their way down the hall and stopped outside his door. As Harry's door swung open the first thing he saw was his uncle's livid purple face.

Vernon was here!

Cliffy