HP and the DA: Fake invitations
Chapter 5
Fake invitations
The air began to grow lighter, the smoke grew denser. He was feeling like a balloon. He was baffled and now his mind was escaping his control. ‘He had chosen to apparate. Had he been misheard’, but adding to his bewilderment everything went white, his eyes went blank and his head was wrapping all his thoughts. He felt lighter and lighter. His feet gave away the feel of the ground, his eyes restored, he saw Dudley staring at him. The box had vanished, no cloud as before floated.
“Da-da-dad!” Dudley was being sacred to death.
‘Had something happened when his eyes went blank? And now he could hear.
“DUDS! Ver-Ve- Vernon.”
Suddenly he felt a wearisome felling catching his legs. Aunt Petunia stood still and adding to the horror was uncle Vernon’s eyes, which had widened enough as his mouth had, he was staring at Harry’s feet.
Harry’s head began to ache. ‘His feet?’ He looked down at which Durselys were staring. He had rised a bit above the ground. White lines full of dense fog surrounded his legs and were now spreading upwards. His feet were breaking apart giving twin ones. He felt terrible pain and the headache did not give away. It was as his scar hurting. He could not bear it any longer. He wanted to cry out….the legs were parting away making copies of it…...he opened his mouth to throw out the agony but smoke rised out from it, his voice had gone deaf. He could do nothing to overcome this…the breaking carried on…..was he not apparating?
His chest gave a jerk. Dudleys stared as his body separated….Suddenly all the ache vanished, he felt lighter than the air and as it had to be Durselys felt unconscious and to the last of the terror a copy of himself was down on the ground.-another Harry potter-and he had risen to the ceiling.
“NO!” Harry on the ground cried but again his eyes went bright. A huge white flash occurred, it carried on for some moments, brighter than the sun or the muggle called lights, the flash disappeared and the people on the ground waked up. Harry had a hand on his head rubbing it as if hurt.
“What are you doing here, you dumbhead, lockup in your room upstairs for a week, no more roaming around. DO YOU INDERSTAND THAT!”
Harry looked astonished. ‘What had he done?’
“DISAPPEAR NOW!”
Harry left for upstairs quickly with anger in each step that sounded louder than the previous.
“And what are we doing-”
Another flash occurred but seemed to effect only his eyes. Harry had been floating near the ceiling while the other one had gone upstairs. The flash was much brighter. HE closed his eyes and felt his body give a jerk.
Then with another jerk everything went calm. His closed eyes could see darkness. He could feel the ground.
Now he hoped for everything to be all right as he could feel normal once again and wanted the past events to be a dream.
He slowly opened his eyes.
“Welcome to the department of fake invitations, sir”