Declaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

A Step To Far

By Sukura

Chapter One: Piers Panic

The sun was just over the horizon when a man made his was to the run-down Motel Six. The light on the sign flickered behind him as he entered the dark room. Three men waited patiently for him. He swallowed hard as he shut the door and turned to face his comrades.

"Well?" One man asked him.

The man took a deep breath, "I don't have it"

"You don't have it," Bryson Calmer yelled, grabbing the man by the collar.

"It's not my fault, I did have it, but on my way here some kids ran into me and I dropped everything that I was holding. When I got everything picked up, the CD was gone," Chal Addison choked.

"That doesn't matter, all that matters is that you lost it. You. Lost. It." Bryson yelled losing his temper and throwing the man to the ground.

"I looked everywhere for it, it must have been one of the kids that took it. I bet it was the fat one." Chal ranted.

"Now, why would a bunch of kids be interested in a plan old CD." Bryson asked.

"Well, you see," Chal said hastily, " I sorta put it in a Doom game case so no one would know what it really was."

"Do you realize what you've done? I need that CD."

"I…I…I could try to find the kids that took it, it shouldn't be that hard, one of them was as big as a whale and he has this blond hair that was plastered to his face. He was puffing and wheezing when he ran off. "

"No, I'm tired of you clumsiness, Bingham, here," Bryson said as he pointing to a rather tall and big man with brown hair and gray eyes. "is going to help you find these kids, then you are going to report back to me. Is that clear?"

"Then what," Chal asked.

Bryson smirk, "We're going to go hunting, isn't that right Ackerley." Bryson turned to look at the third man who had listen quietly from behind the other. "Let's go bag us a fat little pig."

The man's dark eyes narrowed as a sinister smile crossed his lips.

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Piers Polkiss, knew that he was going to get into trouble, he should have been back hours ago but he was having too much fun terrorizing other people. It was late, real late, if Piers had to guess he wold say that it was at least 9:30 almost 10:00 at night. As he made his way down his street, Piers thought, I'm going to be in so much trouble. He had just spotted his house when he felt a hand go over his mouth and pull him back. Struggling, Piers desperately tried to get loose but whoever was holding him was too strong. Piers felt himself being dragged away from his house and into the back of a blue van.

"If you scream, you die. Got that," a voice said in his ear.

Piers nodded fiercely.

"Now, you're going to answer a few question," Bryson said as he stepped in front of the kid. "You took something from us and we want it back."

"Wh… what, I don't know what your talking about," Piers said his voice shaky.

Bryson nodded and Chal came and knelt next to Bryson. Pier's eyes got wide when he realized who this guy was.

"Where the CD kid."

"I don't have it."

"Who does," Bryson demand, slapping Piers sharply across the face.

"Dudley, Dudley Dursley he has it. Look, I'm really sorry it was just a joke, we didn't mean anything by it I swear. It was Dudley's idea, I was just playing along, please, please don't hurt me," Piers pleaded almost in tears, his body shaking violently.

"How do I know that you're telling the truth," Bryson said as he pulled his gun and brought the gun to Piers head, pulling the hammer back.

Piers felt something wet and warm between his legs, but he was too scared to care. "Dudley loves the game Doom, I can't stand it. So he took the CD. I swear," Piers sobbed. " I'm not lying, Dudley has it he lives at Number 4 Privet Drive. He's the one you want, not me."

"The kid sure did squeal on his friend quick enough," Chal whispered to Bryson as they watched the kid cry hysterically.

" There's no such things as loyalty, only survival of the fittest. The kid knows that and if betraying his so-called friend means he'll survive, then he'll do it in a heart beat." Bryson said.

"You think he's telling the truth," Chal asked.

"He's not lying, he doesn't have it, if he had the CD, he would have given it to us the minute we asked for it," Bryson said.

The men's attention was drawn to the opening of the van door by Ackerley, who watched them with a cool calm unemotional expression.

"Well," Bryson demanded.

"Found him, and he has the CD," Ackerley replied flatly.

"Where?"

"Privet Drive, Bingham keeping an eye on the place," Ackerley said.

Bryson turned his attention back to the sniffling child, who had managed to scoot himself away from the two men and was now huddled in the corner of the van.

"Well it looks like you got off lucky," Bryson said. "Now, what shall I do with you, any suggestions."

Piers eyes grew wide, They're going to kill me, he thought.

"I'll take care of him," Ackerley's cold voice said.

"I don't want anyone to find him, until after we get the CD."

A cold smirk slowly appeared on Ackerley face, "Maybe no one will find him at all."

Chal glared at him.

Ackerley's cold eyes stared back at him.

"Take him," Bryson said. "I don't care what you do. Just make sure his lips stay sealed, at lest until we get the CD."

"No I won't tell, I swear. They'll never believe me anyway. Please just let me go, please, please," the boy half sobbed, half pleaded.

Bryson nodded, "Meet us at Privet Drive when you're done."

Ackerley reached into the van and grabbed the kid.

"No, No, I wont tell, please no," Piers yelled and kicked his feet.

"Keep him quit or he'll wake the whole neighborhood," Bryson barked.

Ackerley pulled out a piece of cloth and shoved it into the frightened boy's mouth and dragged him out of the car.

I'm going to die was his last thought before blackness descended over him.

"I can't believe you're doing this," Chal almost shouted as soon as Ackerley was gone.

"What?"

Chal open mouthed, just stared at him. " I will not be a part of murder, especially a kid."

Bryson said nothing.

"He going to kill him."

"He is going to put him somewhere safe where he won't be able to tell anyone about us, and when we get the CD back then we'll send the little brat home safe and sound."

"He's going to kill him."

"Listen and listen closely, I will do whatever it takes to get that CD back and if it mean that a few people have to die then so be it. But the boy will be safe. I will get that CD though."

"I won't kill anyone."

"You'll do what I tell you to do."

"What about the other kid, what are you going to do with him."

"Teach him not to take what isn't his."

" It will probably be an easy job, all we have to do is go in and get the CD and leave, no one has to get hurt. The kid will probably give it to us," Chal said.

"You better hope so."

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I would like to thank my uncle for helping with my stories.