Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even kidding.
A/N: So, this is gonna be the intro to two stories I want to write. This one: This is titled in my word documents as 'Stoner Harry' and another one, where I wanna make Harry immensely flamingly gay, and a complete scene kid. Because I love the whole, completely OOC Harry that freaks all of Hogwarts out.
Harry collapsed onto his bed with a groan of frustration. All he wanted was to get away. Away from the Dursleys, away from his house, away from the memories of his godfather. With a heavy sigh he wondered if anyone actually cared about him, liked him, just enough to send a letter, call him, speak to him at all. It's not like the Dursleys' cared at all. They just locked him in his room for days on end without checking on him, and called him Freak or Boy if they absolutely had to address him. Maybe it was time for some new friends. He was loathe to leave his first ever friends, but they didn't seem too concerned with him, too wrapped up in themselves to notice his mourning. Perhaps he could go out in London, try and make some friends there, get his mind off things. That seemed like a good enough idea. His relatives wouldn't notice that's for sure. All he needed was a way to get around. And maybe some clothes…. No one would want to get to know someone who looked like he had just mugged a three-hundred pound colour blind homeless man.
So, all he need was some transportation (that didn't require a license) and a whole new look. Right-he could manage that. Now just to find out if he could fit through his bedroom window.
