OK, FF.Net has decided that they do, in fact, hate me and all I stand for...
Therefore, I was put on temp. probation fore a violation of FF.Net bilaws. probation for, get this :
Placing a Disclaimer/chapter poll up.
So, whatever the hell that is, I don't know, so I have to move the disclaimer here. So here it is:
I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own crap. I only own what I own, and more than likely, the only things in here I own are the plot and the assorted OCs running rampant throughout. Oh, and the psychotic monkey that continually scratches me all on my back and scream insults at me when I try and think for myself...dammit, there it goes again!
Well, hope you like SoH :)
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Chapter 1: Summer Starts
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Darkness was everywhere. That was all he saw, nothing more. Darkness so deep that it actually seemed to make the word darkness seem like an understatement. It was all-consuming, and was more than just something he saw. It was something he felt, something he could smell. He breathed it in, and it was closing around his heart. And then he felt it.
He felt the light. It was strong, bright and powerful. And then it was visible. It was bright, powerful, and beautiful. It was a golden color that seemed to brighten everything, and seemed to scare the very darkness away. Golden so pure and gold that it was actually turning white. And as he willed himself to move closer to it, he did.
And as soon as he got close enough to see what it was, he awoke.
"Damn." he muttered to himself as he opened his eyes and glanced around his room. Everything was blurry so his hand immediately moved to his bedside table to find his glasses. He pulled them on and glanced around his room.
"Same old same." he muttered to himself before he stood and headed over to his trunk. It was his first night sleeping back in the Dursleys' house since the last school year had ended. Since, "Sirius." he spoke softly. He then flung open his trunk. He reached in and grabbed a hold of almost every school book he had. He clicked on his bedside light and laid them out on the bed he had just been sleeping in and he hopped on, cracking several open and he began going through them.
Hermione had been a help because of her knowledge of spells during the showdown that night Sirius had died. Neville because of his brute determination. And him, he had survived purely because Voldemort wanted him. He knew there were many a times where his size and his cowardice had saved his life. Running and ducking and dodging from curses that he should have known the counter to. Hermione, Ginny and Neville had all been physically hurt, and he had come out relatively unscathed, and he wanted none of that if ever anything were to happen again.
For you see, Harry Potter, boy wizard, sole survivor of the Potter Clan, was alive because of his ability to run from problems. But now, now that his only family was gone, now that he was responsible for even more death, he would have none of it. He began flipping through books, reading up on every curse, jinx, spell, potion or anything else that could save his life.
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Harry awoke the next morning to the banging on his door. He stood quickly and rushed over to the door and flung it open. Thanks to the threat of the Order of the Phoenix, the lock had been removed the moment he got back to the house, and had been moved to the inside. Seeing how reclusive Harry was acting, they figured he'd lock himself into the house anyway. Only thing was, they would have none of that. Dudley had, in all actuality, found it possible to grow even larger than he was before. He was, currently the size of an adolescent hippopotamus. And with this size, no matter how confusing that was, was a boost of confidence, and even, arrogance.
Harry figured this out the moment he got home as Dudley could be seen talking to some girl down the street using very corny lines from American Television he had seen on some show.
Harry overheard something about "Are your feet tired," and then the girl shaking her head. Dudley followed that up with something about running through his mind as Harry simply lugged his trunk in the house, shaking his head.
Dudley was easily the must disgusting and vulgar person he had seen, ever, both inside and out, and Harry had little clue how he would ever think himself "too good" for certain girls, as he had said upon returning to the house with a fresh red hand-print across his over-inflated cheek.
And because Dudley's size, and his apparent ability to be such a "playboy", the work he never did was apparently transferred over to Harry, who had been doing it forever anyways. Upon leaving his room to see who was knocking on the door, he was informed from the overgrown excuse for a boy that Harry was to help with the garden work, which needed to be completely re-done. Due to the threat of Moody and the Order, he would be paid, plus expenses needed for lunch breaks and supplies. And as this was said, Dudley turned and walked away.
Harry stared at the spot the boy had been in not too long before and his jaw fell in shock. "What the hell is going on?" He asked no one in particular, as Dudley had sounded civil and actually pretty nice in Dudley standards and had only seemed rushed because he had informed his parents that he needed to go somewhere with his friends.
"well, better get to work." Harry muttered to himself before putting his books away and showering for the day and heading down to fix a quick breakfast for himself.
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Harry was outside working by 9:30. Seemed the Dursleys had decided it time for a second income in the house to deal with their mass expenses. "All the damn food those two huge human refrigerators pack in." Harry muttered .So consequently Petunia went and got some call-in customer support service job. A wonderful job for her in Harry's opinion, getting to tell people what they have done wrong and how to fix it. She did it all the time, might as well get paid for it.
Because of this and Dudley's apparent "activities" with the opposite sex, Harry was home alone. All the better for him.
He decided to work on the front yard first. He grabbed the hedge-clippers, the spade, the shovel, and the large bag of planting soil. He lugged al of that out to the front of the house and over to his Aunt's front-yard garden that was much smaller than the one in the backyard, but housed the more delicate flowers. Her way to ensure that no one was too close to the house.
So Harry kneeled down and began to weed the front of the garden before pruning the delicate flowers. He was being extra-careful of the roses, decided to stay away from them for a while, as they had been left idle for a long while and had grown into a mass bundle of deadly-looking barbs and deceitfully beautiful petals. So, decided to do them last, Harry stood and grabbed the large hedge-clippers.
By the time he was part way done with the first large hedge, the sun was directly overhead, and beating down mercilessly on his back. It did not help much that he was wearing a black oversized t-shirt that seemed to trap the heat inside and double its severity.
So deciding it was much too hot and that he could do with a tan, Harry pulled off the t-shirt and because of its size he was able to tie it around his waist easily. After doing that he continued with the work. And because of the way he was positioned as he cut the hedges, he was able to watch the display occurring at the moment across the street.
Seems Dudley wanted a bit off revenge for the girl slapping him the night before, and as said girl was walking down the street, Dudley and his gang crept up behind her. It was odd how it worked, but for a group of humongous creatures, when they needed to, they were as silent as striking panthers.
Harry was confused for a moment as Dudley rushed ahead and stood in front of her. He stopped cutting and moved closer so he could listen.
"Hello again Baby." A big cheesy smile from Dudley came with this statement. Literally, as whatever type of cheese the boy had been eating was visible in his teeth even from Harry's position. Harry turned and faked a retch before turning back. The girl had replied with something and Dudley made a motion and suddenly Piers and another boy came and lifted the girl from behind and they carried her across the street and past Harry and into the Dursley's backyard.
Harry stood, completely shocked. And then he heard a scream that knocked him out of his shock. He crabbed the shovel and held the hedge clippers in his other hand as he ran back. And there on the ground in the backyard, the girl was being held down as Dudley attempted to remove her clothing. She was struggling to the point that he was unable to get much off outside of her shoes and was working on ripping off her shirt.
Harry's jaw fell once more, but he knew he had to do something as Dudley raised his hand and laid a solid hit to her jaw. It almost knocked the girl out with the weight behind the hit, but she stayed just barely conscious. And that was when something in Harry snapped. And the things that happened next were very unexpected and very interesting had anyone seen it. For in the next instance, a small, slightly thin-slightly muscular boy, barely 5' 5" and maybe 100 lbs. Attacked three boys, average height of 5' 9" and average weight of about 220 lbs.
And won.
Harry rushed forward and came to Piers. He slammed the bottom of the shovel into the boy's nose and then slammed the handle into his oversized gut. A cough of blood and Harry's work boot to the side of his head and he was out of it.
Sadly neither boy seemed to notice, for, if they could be as silent as striking panthers, then Harry was as silent as a swooping owl, and the noise that should have been, wasn't.
So that was how Harry was able to get behind the other boy holding the girl down and slam the metal scoop of the shovel into the back of his head. The metal piece broke off and Harry slammed the wooden handle over his knee, cracking the wooden staff in half and then smacking the boy over and over again with both as he attempted to continue to rise. Eventually he was knocked out as well. And that was when Harry saw it. The most disgusting thing he had ever seen.
Dudley had taken advantage of the girl's weakened state and had gotten her shirt off and her pants were half way off. He had taken off his huge button-up shirt and was topless and the rolls of fat were too numerous to count. He was in the process of undoing his fly. Harry rushed over and scooped up his other tool that he had brought with him and held them read and open.
"You pull it out and I cut it off." Harry stated and Dudley looked up at him and then at the hedge clippers in perfect position to castrate him. He whimper and Harry pulled one hand back and sent a hard punch to Dudley's face. And it could have been his lack of eating and such, but his attack was so much stronger because of his bony hand. Dudley's face received a long thin cut and Harry shouted. "Damn that hurt!" He massaged his hand and then looked down at the girl. She was conscious, barely. He took the shirt he wrapped around his waist and put it on the girl.
She was fairly small seeing as she seemed about his age, and she was light. At least she seemed like that as Harry lifted her up and carried her to the front of the house. He opened the door to the Dursley's house and laid her down on the couch. He made to move but she clutched his arm. She had tears running down her face and such, so he smiled lightly and went back. He sat down and pulled her so she was half laying on his lap as she cried. He held up his hand to try and get to the phone, but it was just out of his reach, and as he tried to lift her head up to move and get the phone, she stirred and made a slight moan so he stopped. She wrapped her arms around his arm and seemed to sleep, but the slight sound of her crying was still heard.
The cordless was just out of his reach and he held his hand out trying to reach it but it was just too far. He looked over, watching to see if she was sleep when he felt the phone in his hand. He smiled slightly and dialed the number to the police, reporting everything that happened.
He could hear the sirens soon enough and he carried her out of the house. It seemed Dudley, Piers and the other boy were steadily making their was out of the backyard when the police cars spun around the corner and the ambulance arrived.
Harry carried her to the ambulance, but when he tried to release her to the paramedics, she clung to his neck harder so Harry had to get in the ambulance and ride with her.
And hours later Harry walked from the hospital, looking around at the night sky. They had held the girl there that long to make sure no emotional damage was sustained, and she had made sure every so often that Harry as there. She had yet to speak to him, but something in the way she looked at him told him she needed him to be there when she left. So that was why Harry was walking from the hospital. She had been released to her mother and older brother and was heading home.
And as he stepped out into the night air he pulled up the hood on the hooded sweatshirt he had purchased in the hospital gift shop with the expense money his aunt had left him for that day. He thanked every power above that the sweatshirt was a white color, seeing as how it was night time and he was wearing black pants and all he needed was to end up back at the same hospital for being hit by a car.
He found out from the police when they came to inform the girl's family of what was to happen to Dudley's gang, that they would all have to go through a hearing to see if time was needed, but at the very least they would have to go to some kind of correctional institution. And Harry smiled as he realized the irony. Seems "delinquent" Harry was the hero and "perfect" Dudley would be the one going to St. Brutus'. A small laugh escaped Harry's throat before he realized he had a good 8 mile walk back to Privet Dr. ahead of him, so he pulled the strings to tighten the hood around his head before he began to walk from the hospital.
What he figured was a good half-mile into the walk he heard it. The sound every single person out at that moment dreaded. The sound of thunder. The sound of an oncoming London storm. Which meant he had to find shelter before the rain came. Which meant he had…no time. And as he thought this, the rain began to fall in sheets. So, sighing to himself, he trudged on, glad for the hood keeping his glasses protected from the heavy downpour just enough so he could see one foot in front of him instead of only about 5 inches.
And then he heard a shout. "Hey you!" And normally he wouldn't have turned around, but a natural sense Harry had that informed him how many people were around him in potentially dangerous situations like walking around the city ion a stormy night, told him no one else was round him. So he turned and saw a cream-colored BMW with someone inside shouting toward him. "Hey you!"
Harry turned all the way around and came closer to the car. Close enough to be seen and to barely see the person talking, but far enough to not be grabbed and kidnapped. "Yes?"
"Need a ride?" And then Harry recognized the voice. It was the girl's older brother. He had arrived after they had been at the hospital for about an hour with a look caught between concern for his sister and murderous intent toward Dudley and Friends. He had been panicked and half strangled Harry asking where she was.
"No, its okay I don't wanna be a burden or anything. I'm fine. Its not that far."
And then the mom spoke up. "Nonsense. There is no burden. You saved our daughter at great personal risk, and you are headed in the same direction anyway aren't you?" Harry nodded and realized he wasn't going to get away from them without taking a ride. So he nodded and climbed in, apologizing profusely for being wet and sitting on the leather seats in the car. "Don't worry about it, its fine." was the answer from the girl's mother. And then Harry realized he had of yet not asked the girl her name. He looked next to him and found her asleep, wrapped in a blanket. He smiled softly.
Soon enough they were pulling into Privet Drive. "Now what house is it dear?" The girl's mother asked.
"Its okay, I can walk from here, just drop me off at the corner."
"Not in this weather. Plus, I would like to come in an tell your parents what a fine young man they have raised and his wonderful morals. Now what house please."
"Number 4 ma'am." Harry replied, his head lowered. The woman's jaw dropped.
"Isn't that where that bigger boy lived…" the girl's older brother muttered to his mother.
"Yes it is. He is my cousin. I live with them after my parents died. I'm sorry for what my cousin did and everything, but I don't think that the Dursleys would appreciate any complimenting of me, they don't particularly care for me. I'm sorry again." and before they could say anything Harry opened the door, left the car and walked over to Number 4. He checked the door to find it locked. So he went around to check the back. It too was locked. So he tried one more time at the front and knocked finally. And to the door came Vernon.
"What do you want you treacherous bastard? You will not be coming into my house now nor ever I am sorry to tell you, for you have passed your disgusting habits like a contagious disease. I bet you used your abnormality to make Dudley do those things. I will have none of that in my house!" And with that the door slammed on Harry's face, the door knocked somehow flying up and hitting the boy in the eye. He brought his hand up and covered it to feel blood. He sighed and sat down on the front porch under the covering on the porch, slightly shielded from the rain, holding his bloody eye. And as he did he was unaware that a car of three people had just watched this display in complete and utter shock and horror.
"Mom, what are we going to do. We have to help him."
"I don't known baby, I really don't know." The mother answered as they watched Harry. He sat there for a moment before he disappeared around the back of the house for a second. He returned soon after and with a towel. He held it to his eye, which was bleeding kind of badly, but he held it there for a moment. Soon the white towel was a faded red color. He then walked over to a criss-cross wooden wall planter that had the roses climbing up it. He got half-way up, almost to an open window when suddenly the light came on in the window. Harry stopped for a second and didn't move but a sneeze from the boy alerted whoever was in the room and the large boy called Dudley looked out and down to see Harry. He scowled and then pushed the wooden planted. Harry fell and fell back into the rose bushes. And with the white sweater he was wearing, the three people in the car watching could clearly see the cuts he received as dots of blood covered the white sweater, mixing with the mud he had fell in.
And finally the boy in the car opened the door and grabbed Harry in his arms. The mother drove just down the street, flinging open the door just in time as the older boy carrying Harry ran through the door and they laid the boy down on a towel set up by the girl in the living room. The sweatshirt was pulled off to show numerous cuts and slices on the boy's back and many other bruises and such.
"He needs some help. Robby, run upstairs and get the first-aid kit." The boy ran up and came back moments later with a red box with a large white cross on "+" on it. And soon enough Harry was patched up as well as possible.
"This was one crazy day." Robby said, looking from Harry to his sister, who had fallen asleep next to the boy, his head in her lap much the way she had been not many hours before after he saved her.
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Harry awoke the next morning to find himself in a very unfamiliar place. He looked around only to still not see anything he remembered. And something else that freaked him out was, he smelled food. He knew then that he wasn't at the Dursleys', because he was sure after 10 years of him making every meal they ate, they didn't know how to cook on their own. And definitely not what he was smelling.
So he sat up, and as soon as he did he clenched his teeth together to stop himself from screaming as pain ripped through his body. A soft whimper escaped him before he laid back down slowly. And as he did this he looked up to see someone looking at him. A pair of oddly light brown eyes stared back at him. They were very special, as they were really light, way too light to even be called hazel or light brown. There was this golden-brown, very soft color to them. Add her deep brown hair with black roots and the soft smile on her face, and she Harry wondered if he was seeing an angel.
"Morning silly. You can't sit up like that until your back heels all the way. And she smiled softly to him. And then Harry realized something. He was seeing her clearly without feeling his glasses on. He reached around for them but felt nothing.
She smiled again. "Don't worry about those. While you were unconscious my brother got your glasses. He found the prescription and did a procedure he and his college group have been working on for a while. They are a type of eye-drops that correct your vision with no surgery. He hoped you wouldn't mind, but he needed a test subject."
Harry's jaw fell. The story didn't sound exactly believable, but something about her smile and the look I her eyes told him she wouldn't lie to him, so he might as well believe her. So he simply smiled back at her and then realized he didn't know her name. But she spoke first. "I don't know your name…" He smiled and nodded.
"Nor do I know yours." He replied.
"Hi, I'm Harry." He said, holding out his hand to her. She took it, shaking slightly and smiled her beautiful smile at him.
"Hi, I'm…" But before she could say anything the door opened up and in the doorway, holding a huge leather belt, was someone none of them expected to see.
"Uncle Vernon…"
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A/N: Okay everyone, here's my little attempt at the beginning of a 6th year story. I hope everyone likes it, and the other elements of the story, (action, romance, mystery, suspense, a dash of horror and a lot of comedy) will arrive soon enough, and at a more eased rate than the other story. Please continue reading and let me know what you all think. Thanks.
Please tell me what you think and things you would like to see? Ship of the story? Open to most things minus slash and NO R/H!!!! but other suggestions open.
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Therefore, I was put on temp. probation fore a violation of FF.Net bilaws. probation for, get this :
Placing a Disclaimer/chapter poll up.
So, whatever the hell that is, I don't know, so I have to move the disclaimer here. So here it is:
I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own crap. I only own what I own, and more than likely, the only things in here I own are the plot and the assorted OCs running rampant throughout. Oh, and the psychotic monkey that continually scratches me all on my back and scream insults at me when I try and think for myself...dammit, there it goes again!
Well, hope you like SoH :)
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Chapter 1: Summer Starts
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Darkness was everywhere. That was all he saw, nothing more. Darkness so deep that it actually seemed to make the word darkness seem like an understatement. It was all-consuming, and was more than just something he saw. It was something he felt, something he could smell. He breathed it in, and it was closing around his heart. And then he felt it.
He felt the light. It was strong, bright and powerful. And then it was visible. It was bright, powerful, and beautiful. It was a golden color that seemed to brighten everything, and seemed to scare the very darkness away. Golden so pure and gold that it was actually turning white. And as he willed himself to move closer to it, he did.
And as soon as he got close enough to see what it was, he awoke.
"Damn." he muttered to himself as he opened his eyes and glanced around his room. Everything was blurry so his hand immediately moved to his bedside table to find his glasses. He pulled them on and glanced around his room.
"Same old same." he muttered to himself before he stood and headed over to his trunk. It was his first night sleeping back in the Dursleys' house since the last school year had ended. Since, "Sirius." he spoke softly. He then flung open his trunk. He reached in and grabbed a hold of almost every school book he had. He clicked on his bedside light and laid them out on the bed he had just been sleeping in and he hopped on, cracking several open and he began going through them.
Hermione had been a help because of her knowledge of spells during the showdown that night Sirius had died. Neville because of his brute determination. And him, he had survived purely because Voldemort wanted him. He knew there were many a times where his size and his cowardice had saved his life. Running and ducking and dodging from curses that he should have known the counter to. Hermione, Ginny and Neville had all been physically hurt, and he had come out relatively unscathed, and he wanted none of that if ever anything were to happen again.
For you see, Harry Potter, boy wizard, sole survivor of the Potter Clan, was alive because of his ability to run from problems. But now, now that his only family was gone, now that he was responsible for even more death, he would have none of it. He began flipping through books, reading up on every curse, jinx, spell, potion or anything else that could save his life.
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Harry awoke the next morning to the banging on his door. He stood quickly and rushed over to the door and flung it open. Thanks to the threat of the Order of the Phoenix, the lock had been removed the moment he got back to the house, and had been moved to the inside. Seeing how reclusive Harry was acting, they figured he'd lock himself into the house anyway. Only thing was, they would have none of that. Dudley had, in all actuality, found it possible to grow even larger than he was before. He was, currently the size of an adolescent hippopotamus. And with this size, no matter how confusing that was, was a boost of confidence, and even, arrogance.
Harry figured this out the moment he got home as Dudley could be seen talking to some girl down the street using very corny lines from American Television he had seen on some show.
Harry overheard something about "Are your feet tired," and then the girl shaking her head. Dudley followed that up with something about running through his mind as Harry simply lugged his trunk in the house, shaking his head.
Dudley was easily the must disgusting and vulgar person he had seen, ever, both inside and out, and Harry had little clue how he would ever think himself "too good" for certain girls, as he had said upon returning to the house with a fresh red hand-print across his over-inflated cheek.
And because Dudley's size, and his apparent ability to be such a "playboy", the work he never did was apparently transferred over to Harry, who had been doing it forever anyways. Upon leaving his room to see who was knocking on the door, he was informed from the overgrown excuse for a boy that Harry was to help with the garden work, which needed to be completely re-done. Due to the threat of Moody and the Order, he would be paid, plus expenses needed for lunch breaks and supplies. And as this was said, Dudley turned and walked away.
Harry stared at the spot the boy had been in not too long before and his jaw fell in shock. "What the hell is going on?" He asked no one in particular, as Dudley had sounded civil and actually pretty nice in Dudley standards and had only seemed rushed because he had informed his parents that he needed to go somewhere with his friends.
"well, better get to work." Harry muttered to himself before putting his books away and showering for the day and heading down to fix a quick breakfast for himself.
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Harry was outside working by 9:30. Seemed the Dursleys had decided it time for a second income in the house to deal with their mass expenses. "All the damn food those two huge human refrigerators pack in." Harry muttered .So consequently Petunia went and got some call-in customer support service job. A wonderful job for her in Harry's opinion, getting to tell people what they have done wrong and how to fix it. She did it all the time, might as well get paid for it.
Because of this and Dudley's apparent "activities" with the opposite sex, Harry was home alone. All the better for him.
He decided to work on the front yard first. He grabbed the hedge-clippers, the spade, the shovel, and the large bag of planting soil. He lugged al of that out to the front of the house and over to his Aunt's front-yard garden that was much smaller than the one in the backyard, but housed the more delicate flowers. Her way to ensure that no one was too close to the house.
So Harry kneeled down and began to weed the front of the garden before pruning the delicate flowers. He was being extra-careful of the roses, decided to stay away from them for a while, as they had been left idle for a long while and had grown into a mass bundle of deadly-looking barbs and deceitfully beautiful petals. So, decided to do them last, Harry stood and grabbed the large hedge-clippers.
By the time he was part way done with the first large hedge, the sun was directly overhead, and beating down mercilessly on his back. It did not help much that he was wearing a black oversized t-shirt that seemed to trap the heat inside and double its severity.
So deciding it was much too hot and that he could do with a tan, Harry pulled off the t-shirt and because of its size he was able to tie it around his waist easily. After doing that he continued with the work. And because of the way he was positioned as he cut the hedges, he was able to watch the display occurring at the moment across the street.
Seems Dudley wanted a bit off revenge for the girl slapping him the night before, and as said girl was walking down the street, Dudley and his gang crept up behind her. It was odd how it worked, but for a group of humongous creatures, when they needed to, they were as silent as striking panthers.
Harry was confused for a moment as Dudley rushed ahead and stood in front of her. He stopped cutting and moved closer so he could listen.
"Hello again Baby." A big cheesy smile from Dudley came with this statement. Literally, as whatever type of cheese the boy had been eating was visible in his teeth even from Harry's position. Harry turned and faked a retch before turning back. The girl had replied with something and Dudley made a motion and suddenly Piers and another boy came and lifted the girl from behind and they carried her across the street and past Harry and into the Dursley's backyard.
Harry stood, completely shocked. And then he heard a scream that knocked him out of his shock. He crabbed the shovel and held the hedge clippers in his other hand as he ran back. And there on the ground in the backyard, the girl was being held down as Dudley attempted to remove her clothing. She was struggling to the point that he was unable to get much off outside of her shoes and was working on ripping off her shirt.
Harry's jaw fell once more, but he knew he had to do something as Dudley raised his hand and laid a solid hit to her jaw. It almost knocked the girl out with the weight behind the hit, but she stayed just barely conscious. And that was when something in Harry snapped. And the things that happened next were very unexpected and very interesting had anyone seen it. For in the next instance, a small, slightly thin-slightly muscular boy, barely 5' 5" and maybe 100 lbs. Attacked three boys, average height of 5' 9" and average weight of about 220 lbs.
And won.
Harry rushed forward and came to Piers. He slammed the bottom of the shovel into the boy's nose and then slammed the handle into his oversized gut. A cough of blood and Harry's work boot to the side of his head and he was out of it.
Sadly neither boy seemed to notice, for, if they could be as silent as striking panthers, then Harry was as silent as a swooping owl, and the noise that should have been, wasn't.
So that was how Harry was able to get behind the other boy holding the girl down and slam the metal scoop of the shovel into the back of his head. The metal piece broke off and Harry slammed the wooden handle over his knee, cracking the wooden staff in half and then smacking the boy over and over again with both as he attempted to continue to rise. Eventually he was knocked out as well. And that was when Harry saw it. The most disgusting thing he had ever seen.
Dudley had taken advantage of the girl's weakened state and had gotten her shirt off and her pants were half way off. He had taken off his huge button-up shirt and was topless and the rolls of fat were too numerous to count. He was in the process of undoing his fly. Harry rushed over and scooped up his other tool that he had brought with him and held them read and open.
"You pull it out and I cut it off." Harry stated and Dudley looked up at him and then at the hedge clippers in perfect position to castrate him. He whimper and Harry pulled one hand back and sent a hard punch to Dudley's face. And it could have been his lack of eating and such, but his attack was so much stronger because of his bony hand. Dudley's face received a long thin cut and Harry shouted. "Damn that hurt!" He massaged his hand and then looked down at the girl. She was conscious, barely. He took the shirt he wrapped around his waist and put it on the girl.
She was fairly small seeing as she seemed about his age, and she was light. At least she seemed like that as Harry lifted her up and carried her to the front of the house. He opened the door to the Dursley's house and laid her down on the couch. He made to move but she clutched his arm. She had tears running down her face and such, so he smiled lightly and went back. He sat down and pulled her so she was half laying on his lap as she cried. He held up his hand to try and get to the phone, but it was just out of his reach, and as he tried to lift her head up to move and get the phone, she stirred and made a slight moan so he stopped. She wrapped her arms around his arm and seemed to sleep, but the slight sound of her crying was still heard.
The cordless was just out of his reach and he held his hand out trying to reach it but it was just too far. He looked over, watching to see if she was sleep when he felt the phone in his hand. He smiled slightly and dialed the number to the police, reporting everything that happened.
He could hear the sirens soon enough and he carried her out of the house. It seemed Dudley, Piers and the other boy were steadily making their was out of the backyard when the police cars spun around the corner and the ambulance arrived.
Harry carried her to the ambulance, but when he tried to release her to the paramedics, she clung to his neck harder so Harry had to get in the ambulance and ride with her.
And hours later Harry walked from the hospital, looking around at the night sky. They had held the girl there that long to make sure no emotional damage was sustained, and she had made sure every so often that Harry as there. She had yet to speak to him, but something in the way she looked at him told him she needed him to be there when she left. So that was why Harry was walking from the hospital. She had been released to her mother and older brother and was heading home.
And as he stepped out into the night air he pulled up the hood on the hooded sweatshirt he had purchased in the hospital gift shop with the expense money his aunt had left him for that day. He thanked every power above that the sweatshirt was a white color, seeing as how it was night time and he was wearing black pants and all he needed was to end up back at the same hospital for being hit by a car.
He found out from the police when they came to inform the girl's family of what was to happen to Dudley's gang, that they would all have to go through a hearing to see if time was needed, but at the very least they would have to go to some kind of correctional institution. And Harry smiled as he realized the irony. Seems "delinquent" Harry was the hero and "perfect" Dudley would be the one going to St. Brutus'. A small laugh escaped Harry's throat before he realized he had a good 8 mile walk back to Privet Dr. ahead of him, so he pulled the strings to tighten the hood around his head before he began to walk from the hospital.
What he figured was a good half-mile into the walk he heard it. The sound every single person out at that moment dreaded. The sound of thunder. The sound of an oncoming London storm. Which meant he had to find shelter before the rain came. Which meant he had…no time. And as he thought this, the rain began to fall in sheets. So, sighing to himself, he trudged on, glad for the hood keeping his glasses protected from the heavy downpour just enough so he could see one foot in front of him instead of only about 5 inches.
And then he heard a shout. "Hey you!" And normally he wouldn't have turned around, but a natural sense Harry had that informed him how many people were around him in potentially dangerous situations like walking around the city ion a stormy night, told him no one else was round him. So he turned and saw a cream-colored BMW with someone inside shouting toward him. "Hey you!"
Harry turned all the way around and came closer to the car. Close enough to be seen and to barely see the person talking, but far enough to not be grabbed and kidnapped. "Yes?"
"Need a ride?" And then Harry recognized the voice. It was the girl's older brother. He had arrived after they had been at the hospital for about an hour with a look caught between concern for his sister and murderous intent toward Dudley and Friends. He had been panicked and half strangled Harry asking where she was.
"No, its okay I don't wanna be a burden or anything. I'm fine. Its not that far."
And then the mom spoke up. "Nonsense. There is no burden. You saved our daughter at great personal risk, and you are headed in the same direction anyway aren't you?" Harry nodded and realized he wasn't going to get away from them without taking a ride. So he nodded and climbed in, apologizing profusely for being wet and sitting on the leather seats in the car. "Don't worry about it, its fine." was the answer from the girl's mother. And then Harry realized he had of yet not asked the girl her name. He looked next to him and found her asleep, wrapped in a blanket. He smiled softly.
Soon enough they were pulling into Privet Drive. "Now what house is it dear?" The girl's mother asked.
"Its okay, I can walk from here, just drop me off at the corner."
"Not in this weather. Plus, I would like to come in an tell your parents what a fine young man they have raised and his wonderful morals. Now what house please."
"Number 4 ma'am." Harry replied, his head lowered. The woman's jaw dropped.
"Isn't that where that bigger boy lived…" the girl's older brother muttered to his mother.
"Yes it is. He is my cousin. I live with them after my parents died. I'm sorry for what my cousin did and everything, but I don't think that the Dursleys would appreciate any complimenting of me, they don't particularly care for me. I'm sorry again." and before they could say anything Harry opened the door, left the car and walked over to Number 4. He checked the door to find it locked. So he went around to check the back. It too was locked. So he tried one more time at the front and knocked finally. And to the door came Vernon.
"What do you want you treacherous bastard? You will not be coming into my house now nor ever I am sorry to tell you, for you have passed your disgusting habits like a contagious disease. I bet you used your abnormality to make Dudley do those things. I will have none of that in my house!" And with that the door slammed on Harry's face, the door knocked somehow flying up and hitting the boy in the eye. He brought his hand up and covered it to feel blood. He sighed and sat down on the front porch under the covering on the porch, slightly shielded from the rain, holding his bloody eye. And as he did he was unaware that a car of three people had just watched this display in complete and utter shock and horror.
"Mom, what are we going to do. We have to help him."
"I don't known baby, I really don't know." The mother answered as they watched Harry. He sat there for a moment before he disappeared around the back of the house for a second. He returned soon after and with a towel. He held it to his eye, which was bleeding kind of badly, but he held it there for a moment. Soon the white towel was a faded red color. He then walked over to a criss-cross wooden wall planter that had the roses climbing up it. He got half-way up, almost to an open window when suddenly the light came on in the window. Harry stopped for a second and didn't move but a sneeze from the boy alerted whoever was in the room and the large boy called Dudley looked out and down to see Harry. He scowled and then pushed the wooden planted. Harry fell and fell back into the rose bushes. And with the white sweater he was wearing, the three people in the car watching could clearly see the cuts he received as dots of blood covered the white sweater, mixing with the mud he had fell in.
And finally the boy in the car opened the door and grabbed Harry in his arms. The mother drove just down the street, flinging open the door just in time as the older boy carrying Harry ran through the door and they laid the boy down on a towel set up by the girl in the living room. The sweatshirt was pulled off to show numerous cuts and slices on the boy's back and many other bruises and such.
"He needs some help. Robby, run upstairs and get the first-aid kit." The boy ran up and came back moments later with a red box with a large white cross on "+" on it. And soon enough Harry was patched up as well as possible.
"This was one crazy day." Robby said, looking from Harry to his sister, who had fallen asleep next to the boy, his head in her lap much the way she had been not many hours before after he saved her.
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Harry awoke the next morning to find himself in a very unfamiliar place. He looked around only to still not see anything he remembered. And something else that freaked him out was, he smelled food. He knew then that he wasn't at the Dursleys', because he was sure after 10 years of him making every meal they ate, they didn't know how to cook on their own. And definitely not what he was smelling.
So he sat up, and as soon as he did he clenched his teeth together to stop himself from screaming as pain ripped through his body. A soft whimper escaped him before he laid back down slowly. And as he did this he looked up to see someone looking at him. A pair of oddly light brown eyes stared back at him. They were very special, as they were really light, way too light to even be called hazel or light brown. There was this golden-brown, very soft color to them. Add her deep brown hair with black roots and the soft smile on her face, and she Harry wondered if he was seeing an angel.
"Morning silly. You can't sit up like that until your back heels all the way. And she smiled softly to him. And then Harry realized something. He was seeing her clearly without feeling his glasses on. He reached around for them but felt nothing.
She smiled again. "Don't worry about those. While you were unconscious my brother got your glasses. He found the prescription and did a procedure he and his college group have been working on for a while. They are a type of eye-drops that correct your vision with no surgery. He hoped you wouldn't mind, but he needed a test subject."
Harry's jaw fell. The story didn't sound exactly believable, but something about her smile and the look I her eyes told him she wouldn't lie to him, so he might as well believe her. So he simply smiled back at her and then realized he didn't know her name. But she spoke first. "I don't know your name…" He smiled and nodded.
"Nor do I know yours." He replied.
"Hi, I'm Harry." He said, holding out his hand to her. She took it, shaking slightly and smiled her beautiful smile at him.
"Hi, I'm…" But before she could say anything the door opened up and in the doorway, holding a huge leather belt, was someone none of them expected to see.
"Uncle Vernon…"
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A/N: Okay everyone, here's my little attempt at the beginning of a 6th year story. I hope everyone likes it, and the other elements of the story, (action, romance, mystery, suspense, a dash of horror and a lot of comedy) will arrive soon enough, and at a more eased rate than the other story. Please continue reading and let me know what you all think. Thanks.
Please tell me what you think and things you would like to see? Ship of the story? Open to most things minus slash and NO R/H!!!! but other suggestions open.
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