Chapter 11

Killua could not help but feel like something was wrong, there was this tugging feeling that he could not shake, but tried to dismiss this idea when he saw that Gon was not bothered at all.

The truth is that Gon felt the same way, the house they stood in front gave the opposite of the Weasley's home.

It felt very uninviting.

Howerever, Gon was not one to judge, and knocked on the door, hoping that they would offer a place to stay since they were far from where Harry and Ron stay about, and the night had taken over the sky.

A moment later, a plump man answered the door, and possibly had a stench worse than the man they had previously encountered.

Behind him, a tall woman that had a long neck and bright red lips that were practically just lines, stood cleaning a counter within the house, which strangely had a couple hidden envelopes that lightly radiated nen, this was very strange to Gon, and marked it in his head.

" Hello sir! We were wondering if you would be so kind to let us stay at your house temporarily for the night?" asked Gon.

Light grumbling crept out of the plump man's mouth and his head gave a small shake, right before he slammed the red door in their faces.

Killua was ticked off by their rudeness, and with his hands still in his pockets, kicked the door down, an annoyed expression along his pale face.

"Nande?! You rude coward! Are you to scared to let some helpless kids stay within your house you greedy pig!" Threatened Killua.

Mr. Vernon, who saw this as a threat, immediately grabbed his pistol and aimed right at Killua's head thinking that he had the upper hand.

Which he clearly did not.

Killua, who remembered Gon's warning about hurting innocent people, even if they were rude people, stopped himself from going any further.

Instead he calmly, ( kinda ), grabbed the pistol and bent it upwards, making Mr. Vernon unable to shoot.

The family within the house were in complete shock, with the pistol bent and their door knocked down was not able to move, even Aunt Petunia complains would not escape out of his long thin throat.

Gon quickly apologized, while Killua stepped over the door and the dust that ruined the floors, his bloodlust quickly shutting the mouths of the Vernons.

Gon following in Killua's footsteps, slightly laughed at their shocked faces.

The stepped into a empty bedroom, stocked with old toys all the way to the ceiling.

However, Gon could sense a past presence within the room, could tell that someone that they had met had been in this room, and a feeling in his gut told him that it was the one and only Harry Potter.

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Harry was terrified, he was here! How was he here! He inhaled to let out a scream, so maybe someone would come to collect their bodies.

As he prepared his vocal chords, he suddenly woke up, covered in sweat and tears, Ron hanging over the edge with a pitiful face, asking him if he had a nightmare.

Harry nodded, slipping his glasses on his drenched face, wondering what his dream meant, and who were those people in his dream?

How did he know how they felt?   Was it like how he felt like the snake who fake killed Mr. Weasley?

Were they on Voldemort's side?  Why were those people in front of the Vernon's house?

How did they NOT recognize Voldemort?

 He had so many questions, but no answers.

He only knew one thing. Something was coming.  

  He could only wish for the best.

If you are concerned, the breaking into the Vernon's house was just a dream, and meeting Voldemort, and Voldemort coming into the Weasley's household. Sorry if you were confused!

Killua couldn't help but ave a feeling like they were being watched.  Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but the thing that worried him most that there was no specific presence, nobody actually watching them, nearby them.

Then suddenly the feeling disappeared.  

Killua had not felt this before, he looked at Gon for reassurance, and felt relieved when he saw his worried face, knowing that Gon felt the same way.

 Gon felt unsure of entering the house, so he pulled Killua away, convincing him that they could stay at another person's house.

Killua followed along, just wanting to sleep like the rest of us.

Eventually late at night, the boys ended up back at the Weasley's home, since no one in the entire neighborhood wanted to let strangers in their home in the end.

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It was nearly 2 in the morning, and Harry lay restless in his bed. No matter what, it seemed like he could never fall asleep.

Hands crossed over his chest, still as a statue, Harry stared at the ceiling, completely silent.

His past nightmare from the previous night keeping him conscious. 

Ron's snores were the only disturbance in the room, or maybe even in the entire house.

All of the sudden, the house shook due to a LOUD ding dong, Harry flinched at the sound, ringing in his ears.

He certainly did not expect someone to be awake at this time, nor would anyone dare to disturb anyone at this time.

Immediately he got up and as quietly as he could, rushed to the front door, tip toeing to the front door, the creaky stairs betraying him, screeching loudly.

Soon the stoopid stairs woke the rest of the house, which was only Ron and Molly, because the rest were working over night or either in college.

Ron came behind Harry, gently tapping him on the shoulder confused as to why he was awake.

Harry explained in whispers his situation. Ron nodded, and let his mother step in front of them both and open the door gingerly.

There stood the beloved, ( in Molly and many other's eyes ), Killua and Gon, the perfect couple.

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