Harry was scared as he sat in the backseat of his uncle's car, listening to the man grunt every so often and change at the radio channels till he found one that he liked. The boy self consciously ran a hand over the shaven stubble of his head before pushing his taped glasses further up on the bridge of his nose. He couldn't slow the erratic racing of his heart within his chest, nor could he prevent the faint beads of cold sweat that had formed above his brows. Harry turned his gaze outside the window of the car and stared at the others vehicles as they sped by. The road was an utter nightmare. And before Vernon's car could even reach the work site, an eighteen wheeler suddenly collided into the small vehicle, sending them toppling and rolling out of control until they hit a ditch...