Tory Potter and the Pathological Liar

The Senders

"Suspicious" was the first word that came to mind as I heard the crunching outside. That suspicion turned to horror when a loud boom echoed throughout the shack.

Boom!

The person on the other side knocked again.

I silently got up and motioned for Harry to hide somewhere. I then tiptoed over to the door and grabbed a nearby chair. I put it in front of the door before realizing the old chair under the doorknob trick wouldn't work if there wasn't a doorknob. I began to internally freak out, only to pause as a boom echoed through the shack originating from the door. I quickly scrambled back to Harry's side and practically shoved him in a spot behind the fireplace so he wouldn't be seen by whatever mammoth of a man was on the other side of the door.

Another boom rang through the lighthouse. That beast was probably trying to break in!

Dudley, half-asleep, got up while asking, "Where's the cannon?"

I took a moment to look at the boy like he was stupid before turning my attention to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia as they came rushing into the first room of the shack.

The man in question was holding a long rifle - we all simultaneously realized what was in that long package - close to him while yelling, "Who's there?! I warn you - I'm armed!"

A lot of good your gun will do against that leviathan, I thought with a slightly annoyed expression.

Everything went quiet; the people inside, the beast outside, and even the ever-present storm seemed to be snuffed out by that warning-

Smash!

The door to the shack suddenly fell clean off of its hinges. The poor chair never had a chance and was smashed like a bug under the weight of the door.

A giant of a man stood in the doorway, his hair and beard wild and his eyes tiny like beetles, yet glinting. He wore clothes that seemed ragged, yet well-loved if the various patches had anything to say. His boots were as big as my thigh, I swear. His hands seemed to be the size of rubbish can lids. In any case, he, holding an umbrella, squeezed through the door of the lighthouse.

We're going to die. This giant is going to kill us. One punch to the face, and we're toast, I thought, positively horrified at the thought of dying so young and on my birthday.

Dudley was a shaking mess as he sat on the couch. He looked ready to pee his pants at any moment, which was honestly an acceptable response to the horrifying situation.

The giant, once he squeezed inside the hut, knelt down and grabbed the door. He then easily picked it up and fit it back into its frame. As he moved, he revealed a second man who entered.

That man had greasy place hair, a crooked nose, and an overall expression of annoyance. He appeared to want to be anywhere else in the world, practically forced to be in that lighthouse in the middle of god-only-knows-where. His black eyes held great disdain as he looked over and spotted me and subsequently, my younger twin brother. His lips tugged into a sneer at the sight of the two of us.

Yep. This guy, probably our stalker, who I have never seen before, hates us for whatever reason, and he and the giant are going to murder us. I never even had my first kiss, and I'm going to die a worthless child, I thought with an internal sigh.

"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey..." The giant proposed.

What a sick monster! He's going to force us to make him comfortable before killing us! I internally screeched as I got ready to fight for everything I was worth, which admittedly wasn't much considering I was a walking piece of rubbish.