Elizabeths pov:
As I walked away from the ordinary houses, I started walking toward the only playground that Little Whinging knows. It isn't uncommon to see a lovely family playing around, but surely the standard was not to scream, to be loud in any possible way, and most especially to not get dirty.
Neat freaks around here. I hate it. Auntie Gia too. We never obliged the *rules* set forth by our neighbours. I used to roll, climb and run through and up everything my imagination thought fit for the story I made up. Nothing should stop a child from living the fullest.
Maybe that's why most of the kids around here either grew up to fast and became exactly like their parents or they became just as stuck up as you would expect a childhoodless child to be like.
As I was letting myself be lost in thought, I looked up to the skies. I'm starting to like this afternoon weather. It is nice, warm and just a slight breeze would make you happy to realise it was summer. Even in Britain. I drifted down toward the playground. As I arrived, I saw nothing more than I have seen a thousand of times before:
a skinny boy with raven like black hair and glasses, with the goons in front of him. Everyone around here knows to avoid the group of boys if you want to skip the nasty remarks and insults thrown at your head.
The sound of harsh laughter reached my ears as I saw the boy I knew to be called Harry getting rather uncomfortable. He looked up and noticed the boys making their way to him. Harry is a particular odd boy. I like him, though. I just don't really know him. He is always gone too. He returns to Surrey just for the summers. Rather odd.
As I shake my thoughts of Harrys disappearances our of my head I started listening to what was happening in front of me. I creeped closer and stood next to a tree behind Harry and pretended to be busy with my nails. Dudley and his gang of followers had stopped in front of Harry, simultaneously stopping their laughter and crude jokes as they were probably waiting for Dudley to have the first word.
"What is it Dudley, beaten up another ten year old?" Harry nastily remarked.
"This one deserved it." Dudley laughed at his goons who followed him as always.
"Yeah, five against one, very brave." Harry snapped.
"What should we do with him, Big D?" One of his goons said, giving him a nudge against his side.
Harry laughed out loud. "Big D? Cool name, but to me, you'll always be Ikkle Duddicums." He pestered.
"Shut up, freak face." Dudley tried to retaliate.
One of his goons stepped in as if to punch Harry, but Harry just glared straight at him. The goon paused and stepped back again.
"Ooo, tough guy. Not so tough in your bed, are you? Moaning in your sleep every night. At least I'm not afraid of my pillow." Dudley became nastier by the second.
"Don't kill Cedric!!" He bellowed. "Who's Cedric, Potter? Your boyfriend?"
"Shut it." Harry warned.
"He's going to kill me, mum!" He laughed with his goons. "Where is your mum, Potter? She dead? Is she dead? Is she dead Pott-"
ENOUGH! I've never really bonded with Harry before, but I know he is without parents and would never have gone off to live with his aunt, uncle and cousin willingly. I also never stood up against Dudley and his goons. I always let their futile words go to waste and walk away as soon as they would start, but today is different. I have never seen them this mean.
How could you say something like this? Especially to your own family? Maybe today's different. I am different. I feel stronger and happier too. It is almost my birthday and I am supposed to grow up a strong woman, so lets have it.
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The Tales of House of Black | Harry Potter
Action"Please, no. Don't do this. There must be another way, I can't let you hurt her. I WON'T!" A woman's voice cried. "No need to beg. We haven't had our fun just yet. You'll really be begging after we play a little." a crude, harsh and nasty voice smea...
