Authors Note: i do not, nor will i ever, own harry potter. this story starts off in chamber of secrets and continues onwards.
Chapter One
Not for the first time, an arguement had broken out over breakfast at number four Private Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours by a loud hooting noise coming from my upstairs bedroom.
"Third time this week!" he roared across the table. "If you can't control that owl, it'll have to go."
I tried yet again to explain
"She's bored," I said. "She's used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night-"
"Do I look stupid?" snarled uncl Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache. "I know what'll happen if that owl's let out."
He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia.
I tried to argue back, but my words were drowned out by a long loud belch from the Dursley's son, Dudley.
"I want more bacon."
"There's more in the frying pan, sweetums." Aunt Petunia said, turning misty eyes on her massive son. "We must build you up whil we can...I don't like the sound of that school food..."
"Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings," said Uncle Vernon heartily. "Dudley gets enough, don't you, son?"
Dudley, who ws so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to me.
"Pass the frying pan."
"You've forgotten the magic word." I said irritably
The effect of this simple scentence on the rest of the family was incredible. Dudley gasped and fell off his chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dursley gave a small scream and clapped he hands to her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped to his feet, veins throbbing in his temples.
"I meant 'please'!" I said quickly. "I didn't mean-"
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU," thundered my uncle, spraying spit over the table."ABOUT SAYING THE 'M' WORD IN OUR HOUSE?"
"But I-"
"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!" roared uncle Vernon pounding the table with hs fist.
"I just-"
"I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!" he yelled. Then said to my aunt Petunia, "should've been blown up like his freak parents if you ask me"
The light bulb over the table exploded.
"NEVER," I got to my feet. "NEVER call my parents freaks!"
"How dare you raise your voice-"
"SHUT UP!" I yelled. Vernon fell back in his chair. "It's my turn to talk."
Silence.
"I have put up with you beating and starving me for the past twelve years!" I ranted. "I'm done."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Petunia sneered.
"I'm leaving," I informed.
"Where will you go? No one will take you in." Vernon said nervously. I wonder why?
"Oh, I'll find a place."
With that said, I turned and walked to the front door. "I'll be back for my things," I called over my shoulder before i slammed the door behind me.