You're curled up down in your cupboard.., hiding. Silent. Scared.

You hear the footsteps getting closer, Dudley's pocketknife dragging along the wall..., onto the door... Over the grate

"Oh he's still crying...~"

He peers through the small gaps on your door, smirking as he sees you crouched down there, head in your lap.

"Open up cousin..., me 'n Piers aren't done with you just yet.~"