The Boy-Who-Lived-To-Die
Chap. 1- The Boy-Who-Lived-to-Die
Little Harry Potter was only seven (7) years old when he died.
It all started when his cousin Dudley heard about Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. The large whale of a boy would not stop demanding that his parents bring him, after hearing about it from one of the boys at school. Of course, they agreed. Vernon Dursley, a round walrus of a man, was enthusiastic that his son was showing an interest in technology “just like his father”. Never mind the fact that Mr. Dursley was a salesman for a drill company, not anyone who worked with electronics. Petunia Dursley nee Evans, a long-necked horse faced woman, simply wanted to make her “precious Duddydums” happy.
Unfortunately, in Dudley’s case, there was no one to look after his “freak of a cousin”, Harry Potter.
Harry didn’t look like any of the Dursley’s. With wild raven hair, deep brown skin, and vivid green eyes anyone would know he wasn’t their son. That wasn’t the only thing that was different, however. Harry could do weird things… Freaky things. Things like turning his teacher's hair blue or talking to the snakes he found in the garden. The Dursley’s wanted nothing to do with the freak, except the paycheck they got for keeping him. So, when they found out they would have to bring him to the pizzeria, they were obviously angry.
Usually, Harry would stay with Miss Fig and her many cats, but she had a nasty fall the day before. Harry offered to just stay home, but they didn’t want the house to get trashed like the last time. It wasn’t even his fault that the burglar got in! Either way, he was here now, sitting in a booth far away from the Dursley’s as instructed. He wasn’t allowed to buy any food or play any games, but at least he got to watch the band.
Four (4) animatronic characters danced and sang on the stage. It was the coolest thing Harry had ever seen, and so much better than listening to Miss Fig recount stories of her cats. Most kids seemed to like the big brown bear, Freddy, or the red pirate fox, Foxy, although a lot of little girls really liked Chica, the yellow chicken and only girl character, but Harry’s favorite was the purple bunny with a bright red electric guitar, Bonnie. He was content to watch the band as other kids ran around playing games and stuffing their faces with greasy pizza. No one took notice of him sitting all alone in the booth, and that was ok.
Well… One person took notice.
Harry had been sitting for a while when a big yellow rabbit came up to him.
“Hey there kiddo! What are you doing sitting here all by yourself?” He asked. Harry didn’t know what to do, most people just ignored him. But he figured it would be rude not to say anything.
“I’m just watching the show Mister Bunny, sir.” He replied quietly.
“Well that’s great, but don’t you want some delicious pizza too?” Harry shifted nervously.
“My relatives said I couldn’t have any…”
“Well that’s no fun! How about I take you to a special room where you can have all the pizza you want! Your, er, relatives never have to know.” The Bunny offered. Harry hesitated. What if the Dursley’s found out? Then again, the man said they wouldn’t. Seeing the hesitation, the man continued. “I’ll even give you a plush Bonnie to keep you company, free of charge!” Who was Harry to turn down such an offer, he didn’t want to be ungrateful.
“Ok Mister Bunny, sir.” He smiled nervously and got up. The yellow bunny seemed pleased by this and began to walk towards the prize counter with the young boy trailing behind him. As the bunny grabbed one of the many Bonnie plushies from behind the counter, Harry looked around nervously for the Dursley’s. He didn’t want to know what they would do to him if he got a free plush while Dudley would still have to purchase his.
Little did he know, the Dursley’s weren’t the people he had to worry about.
Following the rabbit once more, this time into a backroom, he continued to keep an eye out for the Dursley’s. His cousin was playing arcade games, seemingly upset about losing, while his aunt and uncle sneered at other parents. They thought they were being subtle too.
He hugged his Bonnie tightly to his chest as they walked down a long hallway. It was weird to think of something as ‘his’, but that’s what the plush was right? The yellow rabbit did give it to him specifically, so it was safe to say that it was in fact his.
The longer they walked, the more it felt like he wasn’t supposed to be there. It didn’t look like the party rooms he had heard about, and he was pretty sure he saw an “Employee’s Only” sign at some point. But just as he was about to voice his concerns, the rabbit man stopped and opened a door, ushering him inside. Inside there was a small rectangular table with a colorful plastic sheet draped over it, much like the ones he saw earlier. There were pretty balloons around the room as well, some tied to weights on the floor and some left to float on the ceiling. There were a few other kids in the room already, which made Harry a bit nervous. Had the rabbit mentioned other kids being here? He didn’t think so.
“Hello there!” Said a girl with blonde pigtails and a yellow dress, a Chica plush clutched to her side. To her left a brown-haired boy holding a Freddy plush waved at him. Across from them, a red head in pirate attire with a foxy plushie peaking out of his shirt smiled wide at him. Harry waved nervously, trying to hide behind his Bonnie which only really covered half of his face.
“Now that we’re all here, I’ll go get the pizza!” Exclaimed the rabbit who walked out the door. Harry stared at the door for a minute, he could have sworn he heard it lock. Before he could test the theory, however, he was being ushered to the table, getting sat next to the red head pirate.