Wandering Boy: Harry is 5 years old when he decides to leave the Dursleys forever. 2 years later, Harry Potter is declared dead. In the darkest alleyways of London, a small boy spends two years. Will the Boy-Who-Lived live to save the world?

Disclaimer: All original ideas belong to JK Rowling, Warner Bros, etc. No breach on copyright intended! If you think I should add more to the DC, please say and I shall use my oh-so witty humour to fix it.

Chapter 1: Never Come Back

Harry frowned as he tried to pull the door open. Got it! He tip-toed out and shut the door behind him. Uncle Vernon bad man. He'll be sad if I leave. They won't find me. Ever.

No one saw the small five-year old with tear tracks on his face sneak onto a double-decker as it grew darker on the streets of England. The bus driver didn't notice his small form curled into a fetal position on the seat furthest back from the front of the black vehicle. Harry didn't wake up until the bus began to move once again the next morning.

Those were the days when he learned how to steal to survive. Through old newspapers and street signs, Harry learned how to read and write. In the small town he had traveled to on the bus, no one questioned the appearance of a dirty boy like any other. After a while, he stopped wearing his glasses. He didn't notice the odd sheen of a tracking charm on the frame as he threw them into a trash can. And so, two years passed, and Harry Potter was declared dead.

On a hot morning a week before his eighth birthday, Harry sat on the curb, making a small pebble float in front of him. He knew that no one would notice, because no one ever did. A year or so ago, he had found out that he could do such things rather easily. It helped also, when an unsuspecting person dressed nicely walked by, if you could just make their items float out of their pockets. He was thinking about assembling a pebble fight, when something which didn't happen often - well… happened. A little girl in a white dress that went up to her knees walked up to him. "Hi. I'm Hermione. What's your name?" The pebble clattered onto the ground. She didn't notice.

"Harry."

"Wanna be my friend?"

"Okay…?" Harry froze as she grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards a nearby shop's window, where a young couple stood.

"Mom, Dad, look! You said I had to go make some friends, so here I am! This is Harry. He's my new friend." Hermione stated proudly.

"Hello, dear. Are you all alone here? Where are your parents?" the woman asked him curiously, smiling at her daughter.

Harry unfroze immediately. "Err- I don't. They… They're not here right now." Somehow, he didn't feel okay lying to them like he lied to the others who asked. The way they looked at him was just so - kind. Quite differently from how most people had regarded him for as long as he could remember.

After treating him to ice cream and playing in a nearby park with Harry, Hermione had to leave. "Promise me you'll meet me here tomorrow," were her last words to him.

"I promise."

Harry bent over, clutching his knees and breathing hard. He began to run again as he heard the footsteps approaching behind him again. It's too late at night. There's no one around to help me, he thought. He turned into a dark alley at the side of the deserted road, hoping to lose his followers. He ran, but the footsteps sounded closer… and closer. A full moon lit the ground like it was already early morning.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him. His vision blurred, and there was a sharp pain on the back of his head. Help.

B-dmp… b-dmp. B-dmp, b-dmp-b-dmp-b-dmp.

Harry woke abruptly. Ugh. Killer headache. Ow. Where am I? he thought. Slowly, everything came back to him:

He had almost fallen asleep, his thoughts busy with the events of the day and - dare he think it? His new friend. Friend. The word still sounded so foreign to him, even in his mind. He'd heard voices then, unusual in the little side lane he slept in.

Flashback:

"Are you sure you saw him here? And he was alone, no parents or anything?"

"For all we know this idiot could have been day-dreaming."

"No! I swear, please, I saw him, a little street-boy, here!"

Harry's eyes widened. They were talking about him.

"Wait, I think I can make him out. There's a possibility this fool was right after all."

Harry's heart began to pound in his chest. That was when the running started.

"Hey, he's running away- get him!"

End Flashback

His hands were tied tightly, and his legs were asleep. He realized there was a gag on his mouth. The sour-tasting rag dug into his cheeks. Unwillingly, the tears started. "What's going to happen to me? I don't want to die. Mom, Dad? I don't want to die yet. Help me. Please."

He thought he saw them, then. They were neither there, nor gone. He felt the soft caress of his mother's hand touch his cheek. He felt his dad ruffle his hair. There was a sudden flash of white light.

"Hey, the kid, he's gone!"

Author 1: This was actually just written in the time-span of like, 1 hour, so it's not very long, sorry. Review if you want a sequel/ more writing by us. Con-crit only please. No flames… Tell us what you like/ don't like. Enjoy!

Author 2: Like she said; enjoy!