𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘, 𝘥. 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺

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▬▬ one; the dementor attack.
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THE SUN WAS BURNING AGAINST HIS PALE NECK BUT HE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT MOVING HIMSELF AWAY FROM THE SWING. He remained swinging back and forth in minimum movements while smiling seeing a mother's kind words to her children. It's a beautiful wonder how such a small gesture can brighten his mood and help him run away from the mess inside his head, just for a moment.

"He squealed like a pig, didn't he?" In the distance, he could hear boys chatter and scornfully laugh with each other, and not to his surprise he raised his head to meet five boys and the big one in the middle looked at him as he always had done—with a disgusted glare.

"Hey, Big D. Beat up another ten-years-old?"

"This one deserved it."

"Five against one, very brave," said Harry glancing at the skinny guys behind his cousin.

"Well, you're one to talk. Moaning in your sleep every night? At least I'm not afraid of my pillow." They laughed at everything Dudley said while Harry only stared at them, wishing to be left alone.

"'Don't kill Cedric.' Who's Cedric, your boyfriend?"

"Shut up," the boy said, folding the newspaper and dropping it under the swing. It burned in his chest to hear someone disrespect Cedric Diggory like that.

"'He's going to kill me, Mum.' Where is your mum? Where is your mum, Potter?" A lump in his throat was the only thing stopping him from screaming and shouting nasty words to his mean cousin. "She dead? Is she a dead Pott—?"

And without a word he fought against his better judgment and his feet carried him closer to Dudley and his right hand had his wand attached to the boy's invisible jaw. For a split second, they all seemed shocked and almost scared, but a scornful laugh came from the boys behind them just seconds later.

But Harry remained close to Dudley's confused face. However, the laughter died out to nervous chuckles as something in the wind changed. As the sun was covered by unusually dark clouds, and the wind turned out of nowhere and hushed bushes around and made the swings swing by themselves. The four teenagers spared no second to wait for their fifth member and ran away.

"What are you doing?" Dudley spat. He didn't dare to move away even if Harry lowered his wand into the side of his jeans.

"I'm not doing anything."

They sprinted down the hill, even if it seemed to be just a storm coming—even the muggle-born boy could feel the odd feeling that came with the raindrops and coldness. It was complete silence as they entered a tunnel under the highway that thundered by cars and trucks. They both were exhaling unevenly trying to catch their breath, but Harry was at the same time looking from one end of the tunnel to the other. Something was there, something that didn't want him or Dudle any good.