Edge Of Gravity

Note-I would like to thank LariLee for correcting my terrrible grammar mistakes...believe me there are lots of them.


Gordon’s hand felt like cold death against his arm, yanking till he felt the familiar pop his shoulder. “Bloody heavy wanker.” Piers growled, yanking his arm and shoulder. They dragged the large lump of Dudley’s body across the upholstered seat, till he hit the ground with a thump. He could only stare at them, even though his heart ached to strangle the life from both.

“Maybe we should leave him?” Gordon nervously whispered, while Dudley tried to ignore the growing sensations of sharp rocks digging into his back.

“No!” Piers snarled, grabbing hold of his arm again. “The Master wants at least one of them alive.”

The smells came quickly--the heady odor of grass, coppery scent of blood, and the wafting fumes of gasoline. It constricted his throat made his lungs ache as it had the first time. “No,” He tried to whisper but only a strange gurgle rushed through his lips.

“What about Mrs. Dursley?” Gordon uneasily bounced from foot to foot, staring into the car where she wheezed for breath.

“Leave her.” Piers emotionless voice echoed in Dudley’s ears, making his stomach bottom out. Even though he knew the answer, he wondered why they were doing this to him. Why his friends he had trusted would leave his parents to die?

“What if she… she makes it out?” Gordon stared down at Dudley for a moment, his face seeming to struggle against thousands of emotions. He looked away quickly though, seeing the pleading expression on Dudley’s face.

“Don’t worry, she won’t.” The words resonated through the air with promise, making Gordon freeze at the comment. “Now let’s get this wanker to the car.”

“Piers…” Gordon choked, looking more anxious.

“Just grab his hands or you’re going to join her,” Piers snarled, grabbing the front of the boy’s shirt. “Got it?” He tossed Gordon away, disgust showing on his features.

Gordon scrambled to keep his balance, his face showing a new determination that Dudley had never seen even shadowed in the boy’s face. He grabbed Dudley’s wrist, his stumpy fingers digging into flabby flesh making the owner wince.

His body pulled away from the burrowing rocks, doubling the pain he felt only moments ago. The memories of it came back in all its brilliance, making him sob with the agony of it. Gordon yanked his arms trying to move faster from the car, while Piers seemed contented with a leisurely pace.

Dudley’s head bounced against the ground, sending small quakes of reality flashing through. The darkness of the cell, the glowing eyes of the beast, his blistering skin. His head screamed for a balance but the constant jarring only created more chaos in his brain.

“Bloody fuck!”

The soft growling of the creature, the snapping of jaws in the distance.

“Hurry up!”

“Shut the fuck up, Gordon!”

His tried to shake it away, draw his thoughts into one moment in time. Dudley wondered if he had finally gone mad with the pain, perhaps he was still within Gordon and Piers arms and the time between had been a pain induced nightmare. Perhaps it was of things to come, the reality that would become him.

“Git!” Piers snarled, dropping his body to the ground. “Prop him up!”

“Why?” Gordon asked, still tugging on his arms.

Dudley’s vision was clear, much clearer than he remembered in the other reality. Piers’ outstretched hand, extended by a thin piece of wood over his head. It pointed directly at Gordon’s loosened grip. His arms dropped to the rough pavement of road, making his pain more vivid.

“Because I want him to see his mother die,” Piers growled, poking the young man in the chest several times.

Gordon stared at the thin stick, flinching in terror with each jab. “Yes,” He whispered, before Piers turned to point at the car with the stick.

Dudley tried to plead with his friend using his eyes, since his breath couldn’t seem to fill his lungs. Please don’t do this, he pleaded in his mind but it went unheard to the scared boy.

Gordon turned his face away, yanking his shoulders up. He pushed against Dudley’s back with his foot, thrusting him to slump forward. His mind blinked into blackness for a moment, the pain too much for him to bear. He was positive he could feel bones digging into his gut.

“Hold his head up!” Piers demanded, from behind the fog of pain.

Dudley felt his head pull up, Gordon’s fingers digging into his double chin. “I’m…” Gordon started, but was silenced at the sharp stare of his partner.

Dudley couldn’t see the smirk on Piers face but he felt it down to his broken bones. It made a block of ice form in his stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out what he knew was coming.

“OPEN THEM!” Piers boomed above him before uttering some words that made no sense to Dudley but seemed familiar. His eyes popped open to stare at the crushed car, his father and mother’s shadow outlined in it. He tried to force his eyes away, to cover them with his eyelids but nothing obeyed him.

Gordon hands squeezed his face harder, digging his fingers into his jaw. Piers whispered softly, his face showing a glee that made him soulless to Dudley at that moment. A sharp streak of light flashed out of the stick, before a brightest light he had ever seen formed before him. The car didn’t flip into the air, or even move as it did on the telly. The stick just shot fire through the car that caused all the windows to burst outwardly. Something he would have considered soft if he had seen on one of his programs days ago, but now seemed the greatest horror in the world. It was real, too real. The cushion he had formally plopped into was burning into blackness. His parents bodies. while unseen, could be imagined in his mind like the cushion. Turning into ashes, leaving them to cover his heart, his life.

Piers turned on him, his face taking a new anger. “You should never have protected him,” he whispered, shaking his wand at Dudley.

He tried to think passed the pain, but his mind was too caught within it. His body jerked backwards, before the darkness overcame him. The chill from the grimy cell walls seeped through Dudley’s back and shoulders, cooling the old pain away. Remus’ counterpart growled softly, before yanking against the chains once again.

A loud metallic clank and Dudley knew one arm was free. It wouldn’t be much longer for either of the deaths to happen, the numbness of his body warned him of that fact. He only hoped it would remain so if the beast was upon him first.

“AAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Dudley’s head lolled to the door, hearing a loud scream on the other side of it. He stared at it, wondering ideally if it was another prisoner meeting his death.

BOOM!

The huge door flew across the room, sprinkles of purple magic following it. Dudley eyes followed it, watching as it hit the other wall. A gold key glinting it the moonlight before falling out the keyhole, then falling face down.

“Impedimenta!” A girl’s shrill voice echoed through the cell, before the Dudley could look back at the empty doorway. A wild young woman standing there, her wand rose at the beast across from the cell. It was now frozen, it eyes the only clue that it still lived.

The young witch’s dirty blonde hair tangled around her, her silver gray eyes focused on Dudley. She didn’t say a word as she strolled across the cell, looking down at him like she had never seen a human before. “Are you ready to go?” she whispered, as if she was saying a secret.

Dudley wrinkled his nose at her, confused by her question. “I…you…who?”

“Yes.” She nodded as if he had answered her. She raised her wand again before bellowing words that were too loud for Dudley to understand. He turned as the bricks of the wall flew in all direction outside, leaving a wide opening.

The night air whooshed into the cell, pulling away the magic crushing his chest. The young woman yanked him upwards like he weighed nothing. “Remus…” he choked out, staring at the unmoving beast.

“Werewolves don’t hold magic long,” she sighed, yanking him with her. Her hands were grimy against his skin, her dirty appearance made him wonder if she had been a prisoner in the Pamphilan Dungeons. “Guards are coming.” She raised her head up like a bloodhound, before yanking at him.

Dudley’s body felt too numb to walk but he found his legs jerking in front of one another. They yanked him forward, towards the hole in the wall to the outside. His body moving like an old Frankenstein movie he used to watch on the telly. He stared at Remus, wanting to go release him.

The young witch seemed to read his mind, the final chain dropping away from the beast’s wrist before he was yanked outside. Her face shining in the moonlight, pulling him along with her movements. “Who…”

“Luna…Luna Lovegood,” she whispered, before pulling him towards a small group of trees.

“What…”

“Waiting,” she answered, seeming annoyed with, in her opinion, his berating questions.

Dudley wanted to ask for what, but the answer came before he was able to answer. The screaming of the guards, Remus’ beast growling in the distance. Luna stared off into the distance before grabbing his shoulder. “You don’t get Portkey sick?” she asked, staring at him with total seriousness. He tried to tell her he had never done a Portkey, but a pull behind his bellybutton jerked him before he could answer.