Im gonna write this every time I smoke...so give me ideas...or whatever

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER

"talking"

'thoughts'

Harry Potter: The Stoner Chronicles

Harry Potter, having endured far too much suffering in his all to short life sat in "his room" at the Dursleys'. Having just got back from his fifth year at Hogwarts School, he held his head in his hands and thrashed about the room.

'Enough,' he thought. 'No more of this shit. I will do whatever the fuck I want, and how I want to do it. I don't need any of their help. Under their hands I was raised by the one of the most abusive families in all of England. Then the manipulation…every single bloody year, I am forced undergo some trial, that ends with the help of Dumbledore. Enough…no more. It is time for Harry Potter to escape from this…prison.'

After the rant Harry opened his door, and went into his cousins room.

'It seems, that the Dursleys have gone out for dinner." He thought.

Entering his cousins room, he scrunched his nose at the smell. Plates littered the room, and on Big D's computer was…yep gay porn.

'I knew it.'

Shaking his shaggy head in dismay, he let his eyes roam around the room, finally coming to his chest of drawers.

'I think he put it somewhere in there.

Harry had no huge desire to go rummaging through Dudleys underwear. Digging around in Dinkie-Dum-Dumbs drawers, the scrawny teen pulled out a plastic bag. Grinning, he tucked the bag under his arms and made his way, back to his room. Collapsing on his bed, he held himself up by the elbows, and opened the bag. The heavy musky smell of the medicinal herb floated into his face. He inhaled a big breathe, and then very slowly exhaled.

'Time to roll.' Thought Harry.

Dudley being the older of the too, always took time out of the day to pick on Harry. He even made sure that he had no friends while growing up. However, on his return from Hogwarts, Dudley had pulled Harry aside.

FLASHBACK:

"Pssst, Potter."

Harry slowly turned around to glance back at his cousin. With a snarl on his lips he answered back.

"What do you want…Dursley?" He replied.

"J-J-J-just to talk Harry honesely." Said Dudley.

"To talk," he said with fained belief.

"Yes, just come on. In my room."

When both boys had entered the room and the door was shut, Dudley turned to Harry.

"Look, Harry. I know there is no way for you to ever forgive me, nor do I expect you too…but I want you to know that I apologize for how I treated you growing up. It was not right. But….whatever. I brought you in here so I could give you a treat."

Harry was shocked…Dudley had apologized…'wait, treat…what treat?'…Dudley had turned around and was going through his chest of drawers, when he pulled out a plastic bag. He grinned in satisfaction and waddled to his bed, which he sat down on. He then extended his leg towards a rolling chair, and pushed it toward Harry. Harry sat down on the chair, and looked expectantly at his cousin.

"So…" said Harry.

"So, have you ever smoked weed Harry?"

"What….no. Why?"

"Just come here. Ok, you hold this here, and you light here…okay ready….ok now inhale….ok hold it. Yeah for ten seconds. That's like rule number one dude. Ok, now exhale."

Harry coughed.

"Good shit man. So you can go tell all those wiz kids that's how a muggle does magic…hehe hehe…"

Harry looked on at Dudley with confusion. Slowly he began to understand.

"Nice…I've never done this before, Dudddddssssssssss. Thanks…yeah….cool."

Harry got up and walked back to his bedroom.

END FLASHBACK

Harry exhaled as smoke came out of his mouth. In a few minutes he would be gone from this hellhole, and if all came to pass, as he thought it would he would never have to return. He burnt the rest of the bowl and gathered up all of his important possessions. Money pouch, invisibility cloak, wand, and photo album, then walked out of the Dursleys…forever.