The Email that Changed My Life [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3: The House at the End of the Street

A/N: Chapter 3! Enjoy! 

I worked super hard on it!

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Harry woke up the next morning, to the sound of rain pounding against his bedroom window. He looked outside, to see heavy rain outside. Harry grumbled, but planned on going to that mysterious house. It was raining the previous day, so Harry decided to go the next day. Despite the rain, he was going to go today, before it was too late. 

He ate breakfast, put clothes on, and got in his car. He had some snacks beside him, a flashlight, his phone, and hat. He put the street address in his phone, and started the engine of the third car he used this week.  He noticed in the tabloids, they were headlining: Harry's Car trouble!  

He didn't really care they were headlining that, he just wondered why they cared. He drove out of his garage, following the directions on his phone. He was lead outside of London, again, and onto a long, dirt road. It gave Harry an eerie feeling. 

In the back of his head, a feeling of doubt was there. Don't do it. It said. Harry swollowed a heavy lump in his throat, and kept his foot on the gas pedal. Stop, turn back. Sweat started to form on the back of Harry's neck. He grew anxious, but didn't turn back. "Agh, why is it so hot in here!" Harry bellowed, shutting the heat off. 

He stopped his car when there was a gate in his path. He got out of the car, his signature boots mushing the wet dirt.

Harry grabbed the bag of things he though he needed, and climbed over the gate. He started walking down the road. The road turned, and in front of Harry was a large, abandoned, blue house. Harry swallowed, and made his way up the garden. The tall grass brushed against his shins as he walked. 

Harry pulled at the door handle, failing to open it. He looked to see a possible way to enter the house, and his eyes met a window that had been smashed. Harry walked over to it, and carefully stepped in.

The house was old, and the floor looked like it could collapse at any second. He started to walk, when his foot went through the floor. Harry quickly jumped away, being careful with each step he took.

He turned around a corner, and out of the blue someone pinned him against the wall. Harry squirmed against his push, and brought his fist up. The other man put his hands on Harry's neck, and started to squeeze. The man smirked as Harry could feel his air being sucked from him. His hands remained there for a couple of seconds. "Please." Harry managed to spit out. The person relaxed his hands. 

Harry started coughing, heaving breaths from previous lost air. He thought of punching the guy who choked him, but he dismissed the idea, considering the guy had just nearly choked him to death. "What...was that for?" 

The man meandered over to him; Harry's heart started to beat faster. The man had an angry look on his face. Harry just peered at him, with sweaty, shaky hands, aghast to get this task accomplished. He knew this entire process of saving this girl was going to be hard, but he didn't expect to get nearly choked to death on the second instruction. 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" The person yelled, pushing Harry on the shoulders.

"I'm just looking for this..." Harry gulped, his shuddering hands showing the man the picture of the object he needed to find. 

The man snickered. "Many have tried, all of failed." He sneered, steepling his fingers. Harry could feel his legs shake, as if about to collapse. He internally begged his legs to not go weak on him.

"I'm not going to fail." Harry quaked, trying to build up some false confidence. Harry knew he could easily just run for it, go back to his car, and forget about this entire thing. All it took was one step. But the image of the desperate girl was burning in his head. He couldn't stop thinking of her desperation and fear. Harry knew he could easily go back to to his car, and continue to enjoy his life, and forget about all of this. He knew he could go and live his life, and continue to enjoy his time off.