Chapter One - Freedom
A harsh light passed over the window and the lingering sound of a car travels past, as a small child turns in their sleep in the room we are watching now with threadbare sheets covering the trembling malnourished body. The room bare as can be with nary a personal item and a broken cabinet in the corner a calendar on the wall on which seemed to be a count down but the funny thing was the count down was over and the child was still here, why? Because the people he had relied on for half of his life had betrayed him and called him evil.
The child opened his eyes, the colour of emeralds, a gust of wind swept his hair up and if someone was there, their eye would have befallen on a lightening bolt mark upon the child forehead. This child is Harry Potter and today is the day he is leaving "home" which he had never called as such for the total of 12 years of his miserable life; you see Harry is going to Australia. Of his choice, of his own violation and for his own freedom.
Argh why am I awake so early. Oh yes its today that I fly to freedom… oh god I'm starting to sound cheesy.
Aloud thump sounded as I dragged my feet off the bed and onto the floor and moved quietly out the door careful not to wake up the relatives. I hadn't told them that I was going to Australia I was going anyway. Before I was kicked out of the wizarding community I went to the Goblin's of Gringotts and organised my flight over and we also organised the place I would stay.
I am all set, the night before I packed all of my stuff into a duffle bag. As I looked at myself in the mirror after my shower, I decide to try a different look, I pick up Aunt Petunia's hairdryer dry my hair, I then pick up the already heated straightener and attacked my hair be the time that I was finished I looked unlike the Boy Who Lived and more like The Boy Who Scored Hot Australian Babes.
All done with the hair and clothes I open the bathroom door, stop at my room to grab my duffle and out the door I go. I start walking about 3 blocks down I stop at a grocery store and go into the grocery store out the front and call a taxi.
It takes about 15 minutes of waiting on the bench next to the phone booth and the taxi shows up. I swing my bag onto my shoulder and get into the taxi.
'Where would you like to go' the taxi driver asks.
'Can you please take me to Heathrow Airport' I say handing him some money.
'Are you sure that's going o take half an hour?' He says turning around to look at me.
'Oh yes' I say, grinning.
'Okay then' he says and turns to the front and pulls away from the curb.
AN: Hopefully I will actually finish this story. This one is going to be the Priority sorry if you the other ones more. CJC