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A/N: I have been reading ff for a couple of years and finally got around to attempting to write my own. I have no illusions of being a great author, and as such, am looking for a beta. Please let me know how you like this story and if you want me to continue writing by reviewing. Thanks!

Harry stood looking out his window brooding. Just where exactly had his life went wrong? Was it when he told the hat to put him in Griffindor because of a person he knew next to nothing about? Was it when his parents were brutally murdered and he surviving? Was it because his godfather died not a month ago? Or, he thought darkly, was it when that barmy old bat gave the so-called prophecy? No, the main cause for his current state, he decided, boiled down to Harry letting others rule his life.

He realized that too many people were discreetly pulling his strings as if he was a puppet and it needed to stop. The Order had no less than three guards patrolling Number 4 Private Drive at all times under invisibility cloaks, one of which Harry was sure belonged to him as Dumbledore had "borrowed" it last term and failed to return it claiming that the "Order had a greater need for it this summer". Even more so, Harry was stuck at his little "safe" version of Hell and continually returned there every year like a docile sheep! He was revolted at himself, how could he let everyone else script out his every action and imprison him nearly year-round! He was thoroughly sick of it and very briefly angered at himself but then realized that it wouldn't do him any good in his current situation.

He was presently locked in his room, if it could be called that, and his school supplies along with his wand were locked in his previous room, the cupboard under the stairs. He was treated better than normal, but that still wasn't saying much. He was fed the leftovers from every meal but had not been able to choke anything down. He had mostly brooded about Sirius, and how bad his life was. The surprising thing was that even after not eating for a few days, he felt much more alert and was actually thinking straight instead of his usual uncaring attitude. Before, he knew there was no real point to his angst, but continued to do it anyway. It was because of this change in attitude and mindset that he had begun this train of thought.

Although Harry had sent out countless letters to his friends, Hedwig always returned with no reply. Even letters to Florish and Blotts looking to owl-order books were not returned. It was starting to get to him, and had he been in his normal state of mind, he knew he would have forgiven his friends like it never happened at the beginning of school. Not now. Harry Potter was not going to be complacent anymore, He vowed to live his life how he wanted it to be, and nothing more or less would suffice. Had he opened his eyes while saying that, he would have noticed a light bursting out of him, and then slowly get absorbed by his body.

With that, Harry opened his eyes and felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, he felt like he really could take control of his life. He began to plan. If he wanted control, then he first needed to get out from the combined oppression of Dumbledore, the Order, and the Dursleys.

* * *

Dumbledore took one last look around his office at Hogwarts, and gathered up the rest of his belongings. He had packed everything that he thought he would need for the summer, as he was moving to Number 12 Grimmauld Place for the summer, and was locking the school down so that nothing and nobody could get in. It was the only way, he thought, that it would survive a full-scale attack from Voldemort and his Death Eaters. As he scanned the recently broken, and even more recently repaired silver trinkets, he selected the essential ones. His hand hovered over another, but it had yet to so much as twitch in the past 16 years, so he left it, sure it would continue to be immobile. He left his office and calmly walked to the front gates of Hogwarts. He had made sure that the elves had cleared everybody out and had enough food for the rest of the summer. Then he lifted his wand, let the wards recognize him as the Headmaster, and put the castle into hibernation. With one last look back, he called Fawks, and flashed to the Headquarters of the Order of the Pheonix. Not ten seconds after doing so, that same instrument that he almost took suddenly started spinning and exploded taking out the remainder of the instruments, causing an indecipherable pile of twisted silver on Dumbledore's desk.

* * *

Harry sat on his bed concentrating. He had been sitting in this position for almost the entire night trying to open an old lock that had been on one of Dudleys broken safes. This one had a dent in the unbreakable top from when Dudley stepped on it to reach the top shelf in the fridge, rendering it useless, and unable to open. Harry had tried to pick the lock but only ended up with broken pieces of wire. He then realized that he would be absolutely stuck here without wandless magic, and remembering how he had done it before, attempted that. He had been going at it getting more and more frustrated. He tried every way he could think of, waving his arm like a wand, yelling "Alohamora" and thinking his hardest about unlocking the lock. Finally in frustration, he yelled, "Damn it! Just open!" and felt his magic shift. The lock opened, along with every other door, window and cabinet in his room. Harry quickly closed his bedroom door to avoid getting found out and sat down in front of the safe. In it was birthday money for Dudley that he had never seen because he broke it when his couldn't open it with his pudgy fingers. Harry took the money and hid it under the loose floorboard, along with the Mauraders map and a bit of chocolate, the only things that were in his pockets when he returned from school. He would get his school supplies back tonight and hopefully leave without anyone knowing any better. Until then, he would see what other spells he could get with wandless magic.

* * *

That night, Harry crept out of his room. He had mastered a couple of simple spells like Accio and Lumos, and now used the latter as he went through the house. The lock on the cupboard took merely a thought to click open and his trunk was right where he remembered it, thrown uncaringly into the corner, his firebolt, noticeably missing, was still at Hogwarts. It was third on his list to get, right after escaping and finding a safe place. Harry quickly grabbed his belongings, and packed the rest of his clothes, noting that he would need to get clothes that actually fit him. He wrote a quick not to his relatives to stop checking on him and stop giving him food, locked his room, and quietly opened the back door. He sprinted as quietly as he could to the bushes, and hopped over the fence to the neighbor's yard. He hailed a taxi, and headed off towards the safest place other than Hogwarts: Gringotts.

* * *

Dumbledore leisurely stretched while he watched the rest of the Order bicker like cats about the newest development in their war. It was actually all his war, but nobody else knew that. He loved being in power and it was especially gratifying the way others jumped at his every command. He raised a hand and everyone immediately was silenced."It has come to my attention that some of you are less than happy with the living arrangements of Harry Potter"

"Yeah-"Fred said.

"He's miserable!" agreed Remus

Again Dumbledore held out his hand and all were quiet. Although he frowned that it took much longer than usual for some of the members, most notably, the Weasely twins and Remus Lupin. "Harry is the safest at his relatives and because of the blood wards, cannot be touched by Voldemort or his minions. Everywhere else, even as saddened as I am to say it, Hogwarts, has allowed Voldemort to nearly rip Harry from our grasp. He must be protected!"

With that, all accepted his word without further argument, although the twins and Lupin wore mutinous glares. It would be good to watch out for those three. The meeting went on other things like recruiting in the Auror ranks and somehow stopping Voldemort.

After the meeting was over the twins discreetly told Remus that they had a prank to show him at their shop. They led him to the back room and poured a bottle of Firewhiskey.

"We need to get Harry out of there!" Remus exclaimed.

"It shouldn't be that hard, considering the competency of those guarding him, he could have probably walked out the front door in broad daylight and they still wouldn't have noticed him." Fred replied.

"Yeah, we've rescued him before, remember in our third year?" George said.

"Mmhmm, although I doubt a flying car will go unnoticed this time." Fred replied.

"Although, with Dung, you never know…"

"Alright, so here's the plan, I wasn't the brains behind the Mauraders greatest pranks for nothing…"