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June 6th Number 4 Privet Drive/ Time: 7:45pm

 Harry Potter was done, he was done with the abuse he had to suffer from his relatives everyday and he was done with having to survive Voldemort every year at school, well technically he's only been going to school for two years but that's two years to many, and that's not even the worst of it, he had to spend those two years dealing with Malfoy and people either looking at him like he hung the stars and moon or like he was becoming the next dark lord.

And don’t get him started on Dumbledore, He’s either not there when the problem arises or he’s somehow in some way encouraging him and his friends to do something about it, subtly of course, but Harry knows he always knows because he used to do the same thing with his relatives when Dudley tried to get him in trouble.

But anyways the main reason he’s so fucking done is because Aunt Marge is over and when shes over her dog ripper is over and that means being treated worst then a house-elf because at least a house-elf get magic out of its servant bond, he gets nothing but beatings and insults that and starvation, at this point he’s considering running away like forever he could just send a letter,

To Professor McGonagall saying that he’ll drop out he knows he could take his NEWTs and OWLs at the Ministry he did his research and he also knows he’ll pass he may act dumb but he actual can understand what he’s working on, he was just so used to dumbing himself down because if he didn’t he get punished by the Dursley and when he got to Hogwarts Ron would get jealous

Of his money and his grades, Hermione had low self-esteem so he felt guilty every time she asked if she was no longer needed when he was able to do his work or essays without looking to her or reading the book she provides so he started pretending again that he was a dumb idiot that needed help with everything, and it wasn’t that he didn’t like them, he did love them they were his best friends, his first friends,

He cared for them like they were the sister and brother he never got to have, but sometimes they annoy him greatly just like any average sibling would.

But anyway back to the running away plan, he has everything written down, mentally of course can't have anyone finding out about that. He already had plans to leave a few days ago but that was when Uncle Vernon said Aunt Marge was coming so he needed to be here to keep up appearances,

After all Uncle Vernon wanted him to say that he was getting beatings from St.Brutus and that he was finally getting the discipline he needs, Harry rolls his eyes inwardly, if aunt marge found out he actually went to a respectable school and that his parents were actually war heroes  he would never hear the end of it.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when Aunt Petunia told him to wash the dishes, he picked up the empty dishes from the table and brought them back to the kitchen where he got started on washing them, Harry sighed quietly, he was starving he hadn't gotten to eat anything for 2 days now and cooking wasn’t helping at least he doesn't have to worry about starving any longer

As soon as aunt Marge leaves he’s out of here, He rines the last dish drying his hands with a dish towel, Harry glances at the table where he sees that Marge and Vernon started drinking, he tense it's never a good day when Vernon starts drinking the last time he drank he was unconscious for 2 days.

He shook his head subtly and looks back over to the table looking for a way to silently leave, he placed down the dish towel on the counter and then he saw it the way Aunt Marge was looking at him with a smirk, the smirk that means she’s about to say something that he definitely won’t like. S he turns her head back to aunt Petunia and opened her mouth,

“What was it that the father did, Petunia?”, Marge said with a small smirk sent to his direction 

“Nothing, He didn’t work he was unemployed”, Aunt Petunia said, Harry clutched the counter until his knuckles turned white.

“And a drunk to no doubt”, Marge replied as she poured herself more brandy. He pursed his lips no longer able to keep quiet he turns to look fully at her,

“That's a lie”, Harry said as neutrally as he could. Marge looks at him with a raised eyebrow, no smirk insight,

“What did you say?”, she asked her tone harsh, Aunt Petunia glanced at him and Uncle Vernon shook his head at him,

“I said that your lying, My dad wasn’t a drunk, nor was he unemployed” ,he glared at aunt Petunia before directing that glare at marge, the lights flickered slightly and the glass in her hand trembled before breaking,

Everyone flinched and ripper stared whining, before either Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon could

say anything Aunt Marge started chuckling

“Don’t worry, don’t fuss Petunia, I have a very firm grip”, Marge said with a slight smile, Vernon and Petunia sighed in relief, and Marge started to wipe her blouse with a tea towel. Vernon cleared his throat and looked at him,

“I think it's time you went to bed Harry”, Vernon said, oh thank merlin he thought, but Aunt Marge waved him off.

“Quiet Vernon”,-(Aunt Marge pointed at him)-”You clean it up”, Harry groaned inwardly cursing his temper he was almost able to get away.

He grabbed the dish towel the he put one the counter and walked over to the table where he started cleaning up the glass pieces,

“Actually-( Marge started)- it’s nothing to do with the father, it's what to do with the mother-(he clenched his jaw and continued picking up the glass)- you see it all the time with dogs if there's,-(he grabbed the remaining glass and walked back to the open kitchen where he opened the trash can and dropped the glass in)- something wrong with the bitch, then there's something wrong with the pup-”.

“SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!, DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT MY MOTHER THAT WAY!!, there is absolutely nothing wrong with her!”, Harry yelled the lights flickered harder around them, the Dursleys looked scared but Marge just Glared at him like he was scum.

“Know look here-”, before she could even finish what she was saying, she started inflating, first her hand then her face then her stomach until she looked like a balloon, everyone froze as they watched her float to the ceiling, Harry snapped out of it and ran out the kitchen.

His magic still close to the surface was able to unlock the cupboard for him, he yanked his trunk out, and ran up stairs were he quickly set Hedwige free grabbing her cage and the items that were underneath the loose floor board once he grabbed the stuff under the floor board he put everything but his wand in his trunk.

He quickly ran back downstairs but before he made it to the the door he was stopped by Vernon,

“YOU BRING HER BACK, YOU BRING HER BACK RIGHT NOW”, Vernon yelled spite flying everywhere, he whinced,

“No she deserved what she got”, Harry said right back, Vernon’s face turned red and he grabbed his shoulders to shake, but Harry pulled his wand from his pocket and shoved it right under his fat neck, Vernon froze.

Keep away from me”, He said his tone icy cold, Uncle Vernon let go a slowly stepped away, “you’re not allowed to use magic outside of school”, Vernon said quietly, his wand still pointed at him as he inched to the door,

“Oh really try, i don’t care one bit if i get expelled for this”, Vernon swallowed hard and backed away, Harr stared at him for a second before yanking the door open and storming out into the night dragging his trunk behind him.

It seems he’ll have to move his plans up, he might actually get arrested before he even gets to properly run away, he sighed, shaking his head whatever he now has to figure out how to get the leaky cauldron.

He stopped walking when he entered another street, he let go of his trunk and sat on top of it as he thought over how he was going to get to the Leaky cauldron when he heard footsteps coming from behind the bush on the other side of the street, Harry stood up slowly taking his wand back out as a big black dog appeared and started growling at something behind him.

He was about to turn around when the dog barked, startling him where he fell to the ground where his wand would have slipped if not for his tight grip. He then heard a honking of a bus looking up just in time to see a three story purple bus stopping in front of him.

“Welcome to the Knight bus emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard, My name is Stan Shunpike and i will be your conductor for this evening”, Stan said putting away the tiny card he was holding, Harry stood up from the ground brushing off the dirt from his pants.

“Come on then, I don't have all night”, Stan said impatiently, Harry grabbed his trunk with an annoyed sigh but Stan had other ideas,

“I've got this you go in”, He the proceed to pick up his trunk while Harry just shrugged and walked in the bus, when stan walked in with his trunk Harry had to pay 11 sickles after paying he went to find an area to stand because there were only beds.

Time skip, 15 minutes later- Leaky Cauldron.

 Harry did not enjoy that ride at all, especially because he had to be standing up as there were no seats only beds and the bus was going incredibly fast and guess what? The beds weren't even screwed on, he was barely able to stay up right at all as he had actually fallen forward and hit his face against the window.

He shook his head to focus back in the present, “Here we are Leaky Cauldron”, Stan said to him, harry grabbed his trunk and dragged it the the exit Stan following  behind him, ”have a good rest of the night Evens”, Stan said as he got of the bus, Harry nodded and he watched the bus drive away.

Harry turned around and was greeted by the sight of Tom, the bar man of the leaky cauldron,

“Mr.Potter I've been expecting you”, Tom said with a smile, Harry froze oh shit did the Aurors come to arrest him. Tom paused at his expression,”don’t worry Mr.Potter you're in no trouble at all, the Minister of magic just wants to speak to you”.

Harry tensed that's even worse!. Tom grabbed his trunk-because seriously what was it with people thinking he couldn’t carry his own things-And led him inside to a private room, they stopped in front of the door where Tom knocked.

“Come in”, was heard from behind the shut door, Tom gave him a reassuring smile, "I'll take your trunk to your room Mr.Potter, while you speak with Minister Fudge”, Harry just nodded dazedly while Tom walked away.

He turned to the door taking a deep breath before opening it and he only had one thought going

through his head when he walked in.

I'm totally cooked. 

<-Harry

You guys/girls when i finally post chapter 1

Me when i realize i have to post more chapters

Harry Realizing his main

Character 

energy might not actually work this time