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Mistakes
Harry Potter was a normal boy, at least now he was. The hearing at the ministry had gone poorly, Dumbledore had tried to use reason but the minister and several others thought with their wallets and unlike Dumbledore Lucius Malfoy was willing and able to pay other members of the Wizengamot to find Harry guilty.
After his wand was snapped he was forced to sign a magical contract which would prevent him from using magic on the British Isles he had been sent to the Dursleys, who had promptly thrown him out. The ministry having taken down the blood wards around the house there was no reason to keep him so they had filled for his emancipation.
Although he had at first been angry, he had rapidly found himself in a better mood as his lawyer had listed his funds and properties to prove he was self-sufficient. Upon finding that their nephew was wealthy (Margorie Dursley looking particularly ill) the Dursleys had attempted to revoke his emancipation.
But it was too late and now Harry owned a flat in London. he spent his time keeping up with the news and hoping for replies from other schools that he knew would never come. For although he was not forbidden to go to schools in other countries the British wizarding government had bullied other schools into turning Harry away.
Harry opened the fridge and frowned he was low on everything. Grumbling to himself he left the flat. The ministry thankfully had done one good thing they had given him a full Muggle Education, but that was only with a prompting from Dumbledore and probably so that Fudge could claim he was generous.
Harry had gotten a reputation in the in the area as a rich intelligent loner, and oddly enough was despised for it. The ministry had seen fit to give him Doctorates in Psychology and in political science, the last being chosen by Lucius so that Harry would understand what had been done to him and how it easily could have been prevented.
He entered the market and stocked up on foodstuffs. As he went to the counter to purchase however he noticed blood and lots of it. He cursed softly as his hand went to a Swiss army knife in his pocket; he drew it and snapped it open. he slowly moved forward keeping the cart he could put it between him and what ever was over there.
He was relieved when the checkout lady stood up but quickly changed his mind when he saw the vacant look and the fact that her entrails were falling out. The creature (calling it a women felt wrong) shuffled for him. He decided that maybe he should put some distance between him and it. He turned to run and found himself face to face with a women covered in blood, she was of slight build and had violet hair but most striking were her eyes red, not a bloodshot red but a true crimson.
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