Harry paused as he looked around trying to spot his Uncle's car as he walked with Dudley who softly sang a song he had learned from his uncle, "Brought to you courtesy of the red white and blue. Justice will be served and the battle will rage-"
Dudley's words went ignored by the other students as Harry walked alongside him. Both of the them walking down the pathway admist all the busy cars before Harry paused spotting something rather particular.
A man, in robes standing there silently. His gaze fixed on Harry unblinkingly. A faint bit of fear runs down his spine as he glanced at Dudley and muttered, "Whys everyone ignoring that weird man wearing robes?"
Dudley pauses his gaze moving around. Unable to see what Harry was talking about before shrugging, "Where? Is it one of those Ku Klux Klan fellows Dad told us about? I thought he already gave them all wedgies before beating them with the flag"
Harry shakes his head comparing the Man he saw to the bed time stories his uncle told them, "No this man's robes are black and he looks weird. To British."
His words mimicked his Uncle's. The weird man began walking towards him silent as a ghost, and unnoticed by everyone but him. A bad feeling begins to brew inside of Harry as Dudley ignores him and begins walking ahead.
Harry calls out for Dudley but the fat boy keeps walking. The strange man stops in front of Harry and smiles, "It's such a wonderful thing that you can see me! Im a special man Harry Potter and you are a very special boy you know!"
A sense of unease begins to grow as a cold wave of something washed over Harry. He gulped and shouted, "I don't know you!"
But not a single person turned there head or batted an eye. All of them, appearing to not even notice his shout as the robed man grins and reaches forward creepily brushing his hand across Harry's head.
Harry shudders and takes a step back, "I. . . " He couldn't get anything else out of his mouth as the Robed man grabbed him by the shoulders. Holding, the young and now terrified boy in place.
"Oh don't you worry dear Harry. I'm going to take you to see your real parents you know? Their in such a lovely place but its a shame a very bad man kidnapped them for so long," Harry's struggles die down confusions entering his eye at the familiarity this man displayed.
He gulped swallowing down his fear and trying to be brave, "You mean- I thought my parents died in a Car Crash."
"No, no no. You were told that to protect you. Now come with me peacefully and I can reunite you with your family," Harry's gaze remains fixed on the weird mans eye. Giving him a soft nod, some strange compulsion to listen to the man outweighing his fear.
As the man reached a hand around Harry's shoulder, a massive meaty fist slammed into his face. Harry suddenly snapped out of the strange desire to listen to the man as he turned to his savior.
His Uncle stood there red faced, fat and already stuttering half formed curse words, "The fuck did you say to my Nephew you fucking weirdo! Listen here you Spaz I don't care if these people see Im going to beat you to near death you- you- Nonce!!"
"Shut up- You broke my nose," The robed man shouts cradling his now bloodied nose as he kneeled on the ground. Harry notes no one saying anything about his Uncle's use of a British word, nor taking note of the scene going on just feet away from them.
The Robed man reaches into his rodes rapidly and aims a stick at Vernon shouting, "Avad-"
Before the man could finish Vernon kicked him in the teeth, and yanked the Wand out of his hand. Snapping it over his leg as he shouts, "Did you just try to stab me! With this? You must be on something!"
Finally people begin taking noticed of the groaning robed man as Vernon looks at them and shouts, "This madman just tried kidnapping my Nephew! I know, for sure that shit ain't tolerated in America or Britian!"
Vernon, being a well known figure in the local community is taken at his word. One of the mothers gasping as one of the other Fathers picking up their sons that day walks over and shouts, "You serious Vernon?"
"Hell yes I am! You know I've got a good temper on me despite how loud I am. But this man's an attempted child kidnapper," The Man just nodded at Vernon's words before delivering a swift kick to the strangers face.
The stranger groans, spitting out a few teeth as another man shouts, "Boy go across the street and get on the phone! Call the Police while we show this man some sense."
Vernon reached down lifting the man up in a dead lift. Holding him above his head, before tossing the man back first onto the concrete punting him across the ground.
He spits on the Robed man before glancing to Harry, "Go to the office with Dudley and call your Aunty. We'll be getting home extra late. Please don't tell her I swore so much." Harry just nodded, waiting for Dudley to catch up before doing as he was told.
Vernon squinted down at the ground. Looking at the strange broken stick on the floor a sense of familiarity rising as he looked. Crouching down he picks it up as one of the men says, "Thats what he tried to stab ya with?"
"Yep. War Trophy now I suppose," He jokes softly. For some strange reason he cannot name, he pockets the broken wand.
The whimpering man raised his hands and screamed, "Y-You dirty muggles! Cut this out!"
"Shut your Mouth! I remember now you were harasshing that boy Harry weren't you'" One of the men shouts as the parking lot slowly empties. A few of the noiser women sticking around to watch the polices arrival.
