Chapter Two

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The man looked around the street, not paying any attention to the body of the man who had attacked John, who was still sprawled out in the grass.

“Is he dead?” John asked uncertainly. The man rolled his eyes, as if he had no time for dull conversations.

“Stunned, we aurors don’t kill.” He said.

“So you’ll let him just wake up and attack someone else?” John asked. He could tell the man was so done with John and his questions, but he had to ask, he didn’t want anyone else to get hurt. The man flicked the stick/wand around lazily, and from the tip appeared a blue mist, taking form into an otter. John stepped back in fear, as if the blue otter would attack him. The man muttered something under his breath at the otter, which swam across the air and disappeared into the horizon.

“What in the world was that!” John demanded, backing away in fear. What type of horrible hallucinations was he having?

“It doesn’t matter, Dumbledore is coming to collect the Death Eater and he’ll be thrown in Azkaban.” The man said. John stared at him with absolute confusion, was this some sort of gang or something, a foreign country?

“Ugh, muggles, all the same, come on.” He insisted, walking down the street towards John’s house as if everything was completely normal. John stayed where he was, debating whether he should run from the psychopath or not.  He turned, walking backwards now, and pointed the wand at John with annoyance.

“I don’t want to have to carry you.” He called. John quickly jogged to catch up, deciding that whoever this was, they were probably here to help, even if he wasn’t exactly polite about it.

“Where are we going?” John asked.

“Hogwarts.” The man said.

“What is that?” John asked, more confused than nervous.

“It’s somewhere safe.” He said simply.

“I should get my family then, they might be in danger too.” John said.

“No, only you.”

“I have to at least tell them where I’m going!” John debated.

“I’m sorry, but I simply can’t complicate things more than this, you already know too much.”

“No, I have to tell them!” John demanded. The man sighed, as if he was taking care of a child or something, but John didn’t care, he couldn’t walk off to some safe haven when his parents had no idea where he was going. They could be in danger, and if they got hurt it would be his entire fault, he could never forgive himself. They walked further up the street, John could see the roof of his house sticking up farther than the rest. The man didn’t show any signs of stopping, and John hoped that he would be able to run to his house. As they approached, John could see the blinds pulled on the front windows, which he thought was odd.

“Mr. whoever you are, please, let me check on them, they could be in danger.” John pleaded. The man stopped, turned, and looked at John, who was doing his best puppy dog eyes, even though this guy didn’t seem like the type to easily change his mind. His hard eyes stared at John, but something seemed to change in them, maybe a bit of sympathy.

“Fine, go check, I’ll be here, you have five minutes to say goodbye.” The man said. John was so relieved he could have given him a hug, but he was not going to do that. he sprinted up the sidewalk of his house and swung the door open.

“Mom, Harry, I’m home!” John called through the house. The lights were off in the rooms, and there was no answer. His enthusiasm died a little bit as he shut the door behind him.

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