A new life

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, just playing with them.

He wanted to feel different.

Not always cold or alone, but loved. He just wanted to experience this warm, fluffy feeling that was denied to him for so long.

Not the love of friends, because that was a fragile bond built up by people with similar views. He wanted the true, unblemished love a mother would give to her child. Just like his mother before she died.

So he decided that it was time to move out, maybe run away if there wasn't any other way. He certainly wouldn't ask Dumbledore again, the old man would just say he was exaggerating and that it couldn't be that bad..

But he didn't know, no one knew.. How he had been treated all his life, how he was still treated. They didn't know about all the abuse in his 16-year-old life, well he had his suspicions about Dumbledore but unless he wasn't totally sure, he wouldn't tell anyone.

But he wouldn't put up with it either, not after the letter he had just received from the old coot. It said:

My dear boy,

I am sorry to have to tell you this, but I find it unavoidable that you spend the rest of your holidays with your family also. I fear that Voldemort could be discovering Grimmauldplace, there were quite a few suspicious people in front of the house. And for that I find it necessary that you spend your time inside the blood wards, where you are safe. I also told Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger not to write you anymore and I would advise you to do the same, for owls can be followed. Enjoy the rest of your holidays!

Best regards

Albus Dumbledore

There was no way in hell that he would stay the next 4 weeks at the Dursleys. It's time to move out and find my own place. The Dursleys would be gone the next day, it was the best point for him to leave without it immediately being discovered.

So he put all the things he could now reach in his trunk and made plans for his other things which were still locked away in his old room, the cupboard under the stairs.

Just when he wanted to make a list of what he had to do after he left, he heard his uncle yell: "Boy, come down here this instant!" .

Sighing Harry got up and reapplied his glamours to hide the bruises before he moved downstairs into the kitchen, where his relatives were waiting for him. "Hurry up and make some breakfast, we are hungry!". To emphasise his words, Vernon hit his hands on the table. "Of course, Uncle Vernon."

Harry, not wanting trouble this early in the morning, quickly made some scrambled eggs and bacon in a frying pan and put it on three plates, knowing he wouldn't be allowed to eat before his ´chores´ for the day were done.

As soon as he put down the plates, Vernon and Dudley dug in as if they were starving. Supressing his disgust at his relatives, Harry waited until they were done and then cleaned the dishes. After that he did his usual chores, consisting of claning the house and the car, gardening and making food for the Dursleys.

As he was done, he was allowed a few slices of stallow bread and a bit of cheese. He took his food up to his room and ate it slowly while starting to make his list:

1. Get to Diagon Alley and go to Gringotts

2. Get some money

3. Search for a house

4. Stay hidden until I return to Hogwarts

When he was done, he looked at it quite satisfacted and went to bed early. Tomorrow would be quite the eventful day.

The next day went similar to the day before, he did all of his chores until the Dursleys were ready to go. They would spend the night at a restaurant and then go to the cinema.

"Don't you dare touch any of our possessions, boy! I will find out and then you will suffer!", Vernon threatened him. He just stayed silent and waited for them to leave.

As soon as he heard the car drive away, he brought down his things and opened the lock on the cupboard wandlessly. He learnt to do wandless magic quite a while ago, as he had to apply glamours to his bruised skin. Saving him more beatings in doing so for not letting the neighbours see.

He took out his possessions and shrunk them silently. He put everything in a bag and checked once more if he had forgotten anything. Not seeing anything, he left the house and called the night bus. He applied some more glamours, making his hair a dark blonde and his eyes a light blue shade.

Leaving Privet Drive, he swore he would never come back willingly.

"Where would ya like to go?" Stan Shunpike asked him. "To the leaky cauldrom, please.", he replied. "That makes 5 galleons and 11 sickles." Passing on the money, Harry let himself fall in one of the armchairs and relax.

Reaching his destination, he thanked stan and made his way into the pub.

"What can I do for you, Mister?", Tom asked him.

"A room for two nights please.", Harry answered, musing he had to stay until he had a house.

Passing him the key, Tom nodded and Harry smiled in return passing the exact amount of money.

Even though going early to bed that night, he slept as soon his head hit the pillows.

End of Chapter

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