The next few minutes very extremely nerve wracking, he had to work very carefully. To make sure that both of them were covered by their respective invisibility cloaks as he quickly stripped the man of his wand and coat. He pocketed the wand and then used the coat to tie the man's arms behind his back. He untied the man's belt as well and used that to tie him up as securely as he could. With every passing minute he expected more Death Eaters to come to the rescue of their fallen comrade.
He wondered what he should do with the unconscious man. If the wards around his house were supposed to keep out Death Eaters then he didn't want to drag him inside the house. What would happen if he dragged the man inside and then the man woke up? No, better to keep him outside the house. His hand tightened around the shovel. Could he? Did he want to take that single irrevocable step. It would be the safest solution. A way to make sure that this Death Eater could never attack him. All he needed to do was swing the shovel a few more times. His fingers for starting to ache from his death grip upon the shovel before he dropped it. No, he would not do that. He would not murder someone in cold blood. He had incapacitated and disarmed the man. That would have to do for now. He tucked the folds of the cloak securely around his prisoner and started dragging the man down the street.
Five minutes later, his muscles were screaming from the effort but he had managed to shove the man under the bushes surrounding a property a few houses down from the Dursley's.
He ran back to Number Four. Should he send an owl to Dumbledore? No, he had no time for that. He needed to move now. More Death Eaters could appear at any moment. He raced into the house, where he found his Aunt Petunia sitting in front of the television. He froze at the sight of her. What was he supposed to do about his relatives? He could not leave them to the Death Eaters, but they were not likely to listen to him. Still, he had to try. He ripped off the invisibility cloak and went to talk to his aunt.
"Aunt Petunia, you're in danger," he said, without any preamble.
His aunt let out a tiny shriek at the sudden appearance of her nephew.
"What nonsense are you talking about now, boy? How did you suddenly pop up like that? I told you I won't have any of your ... your freakishness in my house," she shrieked.
"Listen to me," screamed Harry, shocking his aunt into silence. "I just caught a Death eater outside the house. More of them will probably turn up any minute. I'm getting out of here and I suggest you do the same."
"Death Eater... But... But... your freakish headmaster... he said we'd be safe if we took you in... He said we'd be protected," she shouted right back.
Harry was barely paying any attention as his aunt babbled away. He strode towards the windows by the front door and peeked out through a crack in the curtains. Good, nothing seemed to have happened yet. The street was still deserted.
"Look," he said, turning to his aunt. "You know about the wizard who killed my parents. Don't deny it, I know you do. He's back and he wants to kill me. I just found one of his men outside and I bet that more of them are on their way. Now you can ignore me but I suggest you pack up and leave immediately. Call Vernon and meet him at work. Don't come back to this house. They'll be watching."
"What about Dudley?" whimpered his aunt, as she trembled in fear. "He's gone out for tea with his friends."
"Tea, right," snorted Harry. "Dudley is probably terrorising the neighbourhood kids in the park. If you drive by there you'll probably spot him. If not, just pick him up from wherever he's supposed to be having tea. I'm leaving as soon as I can grab my things."
Harry raced up the stairs, leaving behind his shocked aunt. He didn't have any more time to waste on her. The Death Eaters were after him, not her. Once he got away, they would, hopefully, have no reason to bother her. He had to get out of Little Whinging, now. He rushed into his room, where he found a nervous Dobby waiting for him.
"Got everything Dobby?" he asked. "Great! Grab the backpack and get under this cloak with me, we're leaving now."
He looked frantically around the room. Where was Hedwig? He had to take her with him.
"Where's Hedwig, Dobby?" he asked.
"Dobby put Harry Potter's owl to sleep and put her in Harry Potter's bag," said Dobby.
"Err..." said a flummoxed Harry. "You packed her in my backpack? Will she be okay? She won't suffocate or anything, will she?"
"No Master Harry, Dobby made sure that Harry Potter's owl is perfectly safe," answered Dobby.
Two minutes later Harry was striding away from No 4 Privet Drive, all his belongings secreted inside a backpack that was slung over his shoulder. Dobby trotted at his side.
Two minutes after that, the adrenalin was finally beginning to wear off and Harry finally realised something rather important - He had no idea where he was going.
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