Vernon wasn't a happy man. not-at-all a happy man.
The Boy was the subject of his ivor. the brat's latest stunts left him angry and winded.
first the Boy attempt to accuse little Dudley for bullying. over a game he called 'Harry hunting'. absolutely ludicrous! the brat was trying to stain Dudley's reputation or other such nonsense.
then when it was time to pickup Dudley and the Boy. The ungrateful brat decided to cause a scene. the dastardly miscreant planned to damage Dursley's reputation! Then the Boy ran away!
lastly all because of this brat's tantrum, Petunia and Himself were forced to deal with a ill mannered delinquent.
exhausting and humiliating.
almost apprehended the Boy, if not for another delinquent. a teenage delinquent.
The questions thrown at Himself and Petunia had them scrambling for answers. the delinquent should've kept his nose out of other people business. don't barge into others affairs!
oh but that wasn't just a nosey delinquent, oh no, he was one of them freaks.
magical freaks! and their unnatural freakish!
the delinquent's eyes flashed blue! and in a blink of an eye they disappeared!
a shiver when down his spine. being close to the Boy is already enough to handle, but a grown one! he dreads the thought.
now with the Boy gone, he needs to draw up an excuse for the school. explaining why the Boy won't be returning. the thought of alerting the authorities was quickly snuffed out. if that delinquent used MAGIC. there be no telling what that delinquent could do. he wants no more business or dealings with FREAKS.
Vernon released a long and heavy sigh.
That debacle can be dealt with tomorrow. for now this night should be a silent one.
or so he thought.
three knocks startled him.
I stayed silent. just providing comfort for the quivering lad. holding him close. My heart bled for him, and my festering HATRED for the Dursleys continue to grow.
'If I ever see them again...I don't know what I'll do.' I exhaled from my nose. 'But that mood can be shelved for a later date, stay focused on the lad.'
his sobs quieted down a bit. becoming small sniffles. exhausting himself.
a rumble from above gave me a reminder of the approaching rain. And as if on que, a droplet landed on my head.
...
I tapped my foot on the ground. to a rythem. then opened my mouth-
"Raindrops are falling on my head."
-and begin to sing.
~And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling~
I continued rubbing his back. softly looping circles. his quivers slowly fading.
~So I just did me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleeping on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling~
with each music verse I sung it's as if I can hear musical instruments playing. accompanying the lyrics.
In the corner of my eye I saw Harry watching me. with half-lidded eyes.
~But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me
Won't defeat me, it won't be long
Till happiness steps up to greet me~
The lad's eyes slowly began to droup.
~Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me~
He shifted slightly, head lulled on my chest. I closed my eyes. and sung the last verse.
~It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me.~
opening my eyes I looked down. The lad was lulled to sleep. exhausted physically and probably emotionally.
I softly pressed him closer to myself. a wave of protectiveness crashed onto me.
'when we are safe and stable, I will tell you all that you wish to know. all that I can.'
Shaking my head I released a sigh. I need to keep going we're so close to the pulse.
gingerly raising from the bench. trying not to jostle the sleeping lad, I pulled the hood of the hoodie over his head. wanting him to remain warm and dry.
I unconsciously release a pulse. and was rewarded by the second strongest pull I've felt.
'just a little more.'
AN: SORRY FOR THE LONG SILENCE, A LOT HAS HAPPENED IN MY LIFE. I'M NOT GOING TO ABANDON ANY OF MY STORIES. AND SORRY FOR A SHORT CHAPTER THEY WILL GET LONGER ASSURE YOU.
