Dabbling With The Dark

Chapter 27

July 30th – 11:45PM

"Enough of this, Potter!" his uncle shouted as he stood in his soon-to-be former bedroom at the Dursleys and strapped his wand sheath to his forearm under the sleeve of his robe. "I want all of those freak out of my house. If they're here for you, they can bloody well take you!"

"Will you shut up already," he snorted. "You can't legally toss me out for another fifteen minutes. It won't be long after that that I'm gone from here for good." And you're dead; he added silently and received an echoing chuckle in his head for it.

Yes, he will be, Voldemort replied in a tone that would have scared him a year ago at the deathly implication of it, but now only excited him more. Ignore him and finish preparing for what lies ahead. You need to be in the rear of the premises at the stroke of midnight as seconds later there shall no longer be a front to it.

"Babble," he called out and a house elf instantly appeared before him.

"What is-" his uncle started screaming, but he screamed back louder.

"Will you shut up and go away already! I'm trying to get my things out of here so that I'm gone faster. You ranting like an idiot is giving me a headache and distracting me from what I need to do!" He turned back towards the elf and motioned towards his trunk. "Babble, please take that to my house for me and put it in my bedroom. The boxes on the dresser goes in there as well and the one on the desk goes into the study."

"Yes, Master Harry," Babbly nodded with a smile, bowed, and the elf and his trunk were gone as soon as Babble jumped on top of it. He waited for Babble to return for the boxes, and once the room was empty of anything of his, he headed for the bedroom door. His uncle was red and seething at him.

"Get downstairs. Now," his uncle said through clenched teeth stepping back and pointing towards the stairs.

"Of course, Uncle Vernon, but only because you said so," he rolled his eyes and left the room.

Bella, the uncle is to die by pain, not the Killing Curse, preferably massive internal and external bleeding.

Now you know why I want him dead. Even a saint would.

Yes, and you are far from one of those now.

I don't know what you're talking about. I'm The-Boy-Who-Lived, the epitome of Light and Pureness, just ask anyone.

Voldemort outright laughed at that and it took everything in him not to do the same as he reached the bottom of the stairs. His uncle followed behind him panting at trying to keep up with his brisk pace.

"Mr. Dursley, I must once again ask that you allow members of the Order to transport you and your family to a safe location. When Voldemort and his followers arrive as I am sure they will Harry shall not be their only target," Dumbledore pleaded.

"Save your breath, Professor. I've tried telling him the same thing, but if he left it would prove that I was right so he's not going to do it," he snorted.

"Vernon-"

"No," his uncle snapped interrupting his aunt. "I'm not leaving my home because some maniac is after your nephew. If What's-His-Name wants him, he can have him as far as I'm concerned."