Chapter 10

Hello! Sorry if this chapter is late, I am currently in Oklahoma with 19 other people in a three story house. On a mountain. Insanely gigantic. A special person, my bestfriend, who has just joined  Wattpad. She has not posted a chapter yet, but when she does, please go follow her! She is writing about the anime Naruto. I have not read it personally, but anyways, enjoy reading!

Gon could not help but stare at his beautiful lover, with his feminine features, yet still looking like a mischievous kitty.

Killua's pale hair always won him over, with his sapphire eyes and sPaRkLy  aBs. ( sorry ) they both dozed of to sleep peacefully, cuddling throughout the dark night after their bath for an for sleep according to Killua's cat begging.

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Gon woke due to the bright light peering though the window, small casts of shadows from the small potted plants and succulents in clusters and rows along the rim of the window sill. 

He let out a yawn while rubbing his eyes and reaching out for a stretch. 

Killua lay by his side, snoring quietly, Gon gently stroking his fingers along his cheek, suddenly becoming frightened when white kitty ears popped out.

This caused Killua to wake up, glancing at Gon, his attitude changing as he remembered their last exchange.

"you will NOT, and I mean NOT, mention this conversation anytime in the future. You got that?"      Killua said in an intimidating tone.

Gon gave him a trustful nod, and suggested the idea of both of them going downstairs to eat and meet Harry Potter and Ronald. . or. . Ron?

Both did as said, thrilled by the scent of yummy food once again, lunch of course.  Molly was shocked that the boys had slept all the way though the mourning up until lunch.

Despite her confusion she served them food and went back to washing the dishes.

" where is your husband? " asked Killua groggily.   Mrs. Weasley answered that he was at work, and was going to come back tomorrow due to heavy work.

Gon pitied her and was reminded of the conversation between him and Killua and was about to bring  up the idea, but then all of the sudden a loud thud was heard and all heads whipped around to see a short, skinny boy with raven - black hair, bright green eyes and a strange lightening bolt scar.

Killua felt relieved and still surprised that this was the man that brought them in, he looked so . . so. . pure? But . . . cold.

He must have been though something for him to look like that. The Harry in the future looked much less skinny and much more mature, because this Harry was sprawled all over the ground, glasses foggy, shirt untucked, and still crazy hair?

Gon and Killua were much shorter than him despite Harry's already short height.

Before Harry could get up and notice them, Gon and Killua scrambled off leaving their food behind, quickly telling Molly not to tell Harry that they were here for governmental reasons.

While running, Gon and Killua discussed what they were going to do, where to get their wizarding supplies and more craziness.

Eventually, they saw a snake like man walk down the street, a dark demeanor following him like a rainy cloud.

He had a stern look on his face, and a black robe draping around his shoulders, making him look really shady and kinda like a moldy rat with no nose.

What a strange man . . . if you could call him a man.

Killua was grossed out by his ugliness, nearly throwing up, those vibes were to gross for him. He hurried Gon out of the man's way, letting him pass by, the stench killing their noses.

Gon threw up, his developed senses overflowing with the scent. He got bad vibes from him, and all his trust for him, whoever he was went down the drain.

Both boys hurried to get away from the stench, their pace becoming quicker, hand in hand, Gon worried for Killua.

When they finally got away, they were a panting mess.There they were. In front of the house, 4 Privet Drive, a house of horror.

Harry a unwelcoming feeling, like something bad was going to happen. And from past experiences, he knew that this was a sign.

Still, he ate breakfast with Ron, the usual bustling house quite quiet, and to be honest, it was very strange.

However, Ron had never had more quiet in his own house in his life and was enjoying being away from his siblings, not that he did not miss them.

It was only three of them, Molly, Harry, and Ron.

As they ate, the disturbance made it hard for Harry to chew and swallow his food, his stomach simply refusing it.

Despite this, he finished his plate and escaped before Mrs. Weasley could pile up more food, Ron finishing his soon after.

Harry was now in his room, his head was killing him, and his stomach threatened to spill all over the new carpet.

Harry forced it down, and took deep breaths to calm his head. 

But they worried feeling still was eating at him, not knowing what to do, he chewed the inside of his cheek nervously, soon the taste of blood over taking his tongue.

That was when the door burst open, he could hear it from downstairs, followed after a high pitched scream.

The voice belonged to. . . Ron! 

Not even Mrs.Weasleys' vocal chords could take that scream.

Mrs. Weasley must have past out! Harry hurried down the stairs, nearly falling onto his face in the process.

There he saw the man cackling, Harry's face going nearly was pale as a snake. He reached for his wand, but alas, it was upstairs in his bedside drawer.

He raced upstairs, the loud clunky footsteps following him, why was Ron not helping him Harry thought in frustration.

Then he remembered that BOTH of their wands were upstairs. It was all up to him and his failing feet thudding on every step.

Next his feet failed and he finally fell on his poor face, the last thing he heard was a crack of his glasses breaking before the snake like man towered over him, his shadow like a suffocating blanket over taking his lungs.

He was done for, Harry thought as the one and only Voldemort raised his foot, laughing his bald head off.

"I have you now, HARRY POTTER!"