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Summary: Harry has had enough of letting his life being controlled. He's braking loose and taking his life into his own hands.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. If I did I would be doing better things than this.

If you were a local resident Little Whinging, you might occasionally see a skinny boy looking out his window with a face that practically screamed for help. This may seem a little strange, but you have constantly been hearing of how crazy that Harry Potter boy is. You think nothing of it and just keep walking by. Who really cares if the boy's in depression? It doesn't matter to you as long as he keeps away from your family. I mean what can one boy do that could affect the world? How so very wrong you are.

Fifteen years ago, the most powerful dark lord the wizarding world has ever known met his supposed demise. The story goes that he was going for his usual nighttime killing spree, and amazingly, miraculously fell when he tried to kill the small baby named Harry Potter after he disposed of the child's parents. The main theory of why he survived was that his mother's sacrifice protected him and caught the dark lord off guard and sent his own Killing Curse right back at him. Ever since that great day, the wizarding world had marked little Harry Potter as their savior. He was more famous than any celebrity or artist and was practically given the title of "God". Poor young Harry however was sent to his mother's sister's house for protection because several of the more powerful wizards thought that Lord Voldemort was still alive and would come after Harry. For eleven years Harry was treated like a freak at his aunt's house for being able to use magic. On his eleventh birthday however, he got a letter from Hogwarts, the most esteemed wizarding school in Europe, and discovered that he was indeed a wizard. For the next four years he was practically living at the school learning about magic and occasionally thwarting the plans of a certain evil wizard. In his fifth year however he was fooled by Voldemort and lured into a trap. There he lost his godfather, the closest thing to a "loving" family he ever had. And so here he is now thinking of how he could have prevented it all from happening. Harry was probably having one of his worst summers ever. He had no chores or cleaning to do and was hardly ever acknowledge by his unloving family. Now this may seem a little unusual to a normal person, but then again, Harry was everything but a normal person. Harry Potter was a wizard, and even by wizarding terms he was considered strange. Harry was in his room wishing he had something to do other than having the ability to think of his godfather which he happened to be thinking about right that moment.

'Sirius' 'How could I have let that happen to you, Sirius? How could I have led you into that trap? If only I had learned Occlumency I could have stopped this from happening. Why? Why? Why couldn't I have been a normal person like everyone else?'

Harry deciding to distract himself from his depressing thoughts left the house to go for a run. Unfortunately, this did nothing to help his thoughts.

'How could I have not seen it coming Sirius. I should have listened to Hermione and not let my "saving people thing" take over.'

His thoughts then changed to a different subject at the thought of Hermione's name.

'Hermione... Ron...'

Another reason for Harry's unhappy summer was that for the second summer in a row he was not receiving any letters from his friends.

'They were probably told not to write to me because of Dumbledore again.'

If possible, Harry's anger at Dumbledore had increased during the two weeks he had been at the Dursley's.

'Why can't that manipulative fool just leave me and my life alone? I am not his weapon to win this war.'

Harry, caught in his thoughts, didn't notice a small boy about eleven years old runnig toward him.

'I just wish that I could just run awa-'

"Ufffff,"

Harry looked down, he had grown a few inches in the two weeks away from school and was now 5' 10", at the boy he had bumped into.

"Sorry about that." Harry said lowering a hand to help to boy up.

It was then that he got a clear look at the boy. The kid was shivering and panting like he was running for miles at top speed.

The boy then looked up with fright in his eyes at Harry, "Please don't hurt me."

Harry confused was about to ask the boy why he would hurt him when he saw a gang of boys his age running toward the small kid. Harry, recognizing it as Dudley's fat and stupid gang, understood why the kid was running.

"Don't worry kid. I'll take care of them."

The boy, confused, looked up at Harry, but all Harry did was smile in a cunning way that said, 'Watch this.'

Harry then approached the gang and said, "Hey Dudley picking on kids half your weight again."

The crowd of boys stopped and glowered at him. It looked like they were drunk and a bit more aggressive than usual. No wonder the kid was scared. Hell, he would be too if six 300 lbs. kids were running after him.

Dudley, the leader of the gang and Harry's whale sized cousin, walked in front and yelled, "Get out of the way Potter. This is none of your business."

'He must have drained a whole bottle of vodka if he's this brave to me,' thought Harry.

"On the contrary Ickle Dudleykins, it is my business 'cause I make it my business. Besides you don't want to have a tail sticking out of your fat ass again, would you Dudley."

The rest of the gang members all stared at either Harry or Dudley trying to figure out what was going on while slowly Dudley lost all of the color in his face.

"Fine. Be that way you freak. Let's go guys. This arse isn't worth a pounding anyway."

Harry watched them walked away with a sort of grim satisfaction. Remembering who he was protecting, Harry walked back over to the boy to check if he was okay. The boy flinched as Harry came closer almost probably thinking Harry was some type of ferocious demon getting ready for the kill.

"Hey kid don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. Anyone being chased by Dudley's fat ass has to be half- decent. You must have made them pretty mad if they were chasing you like that."

The kid raised his head and met Harry's eyes. Harry then noticed that this kid had almost the same eyes as him. The only difference was that while Harry's were a bright green, this boy's were the same bright green but had little brown flecks in them. Harry, deciding to think about that later, smiled. The kid, deciding that Harry wasn't going to bite his head off, began to speak.

"Thank you for helping me. You really didn't have to."

"Nonsense. I'm sure that you would have done the same for me if I was in your situation."

The boy then smiled at Harry.

"My name is Mark Evans."

"My name is Harry Potter."

As Harry shook Mark's hand, he thought something flickered in Mark's eyes but dismissed it as just part of his imagination.

"So what did you do to make Dudley and his group of stumps angry?"

"Nothing really. I was just sitting on a swing when they started yelling that I took their birdie."

'Man', Harry thought, 'Those guys must have really been stoned.'

"I've never seen you around here before Mark. What part of the neighborhood do you live."

Harry, not expecting an answer because kids are told not to tell strangers anything, surprised as Mark said,

"Just up a few blocks from Magnolia Crescent. Maybe you could come to my house sometime so my family can thank you for helping me."

Harry still stunned by the kid's answer didn't even notice as the kid wrote down his address on a peace of parchment and gave it to him.

"Well, thank you again. I have to get home. It's time for me to get to bed. Please remember to visit me sometime. Bye."

And as suddenly the kid gave Harry his address, he started running towards Magnolia Crescent, presumably to his house.

Harry, not knowing exactly what just happened, started to walk back to #4 Privet Drive with the small boy Mark still in his mind.