A/N: Hiya ev'rybody!! So most of you don't know: from now (March 1st) to the end of May is my ultimate posting months. Everyday i'm posting a new chapter/story/oneshot. It'll basically be Twilight and Harry Potter stuff, but I might expand to maximum ride or the midnighters.. so look for that.
WARNING: does not follow the plot of the original series at all!! (unless i say so :D)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.
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Runaway
Chapter 1: Runaway
The air was hot and sticky on that summer day at Number 4, Privet Drive. A boy of about 11 looked out from his second story bedroom: this boy was special. He had messy black hair, bright green eyes, and a peculiar lightning bolt scar on his forehead. His name: Harry Potter.
Harry sat on his windowsill, looking down at the other kids playing under the hot sun. How he wished to join them. He didn't try: the door was locked and there were bars over the window. His aunt and uncle were afraid he go to that school, Hogwarts, and they'd lose their slave.
He sighed as he heard his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley leave to go to the zoo. It was Dudley's birthday. Harry had never been to the zoo.
A small clink grabbed his attention. He looked over on his desk. Sitting there innocently, was a small brass key. He held the key in his hand, the metal cold on his skin. An electric shock shot through his hand, and somehow, he knew what to do.
Checking outside to make sure his "family" was gone, Harry went to his bedroom door, key in hand. Taking a deep breath, he put the key in the keyhole and turned. The door stayed locked.
Dishearten and frustrated, Harry through the key out his window and plopped down on the bed. Staring at the wall, all he could think about was the door opening. A click broke his thoughts. He looked over his shoulder, the door was open.
Harry grabbed his packed trunk and ran out the door. He took the steps two at a time, nearly falling on his face at the bottom. Then, in a moment of anger, Harry picked up one of Aunt Petunia's vases and threw it on the ground. The crash echoed through the empty house.
Then Harry ran. He ran down Privet Drive and through the neighborhood. He ran though the city, going faster than a 11 year-old could run. His lungs were begging for air, his legs throbbing with exhaustion. When his body couldn't take it anymore, he fell.
He laid in the grass, gasping for air and crying. Crying tears of joy to be away from his "family" and not be a slave anymore.
A shadow blocked out the sun. "Who are you?"
Harry put an arm in front of his eyes. A young boy stood over him. He was about Harry's age with slicked back, white-blonde hair, grey eyes , and an arrogant smirk on his pale face. "Harry. Harry Potter."
The boy looked shocked for a minute; his eyes darting towards Harry's scar. Then the smirk was back, a hand reaching out towards Harry. Harry looked at the hand, hesitated, then took the boy's hand: sealing his destiny.
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A/N: Ahh, the new story smell. So this story will not follow most of the events of the Harry Potter series, as i've said. So please expect: character deaths, dark arts, betrayal, lies, heartbreak, and the rebirth of Lord Voldemort.
ENJOY!
Reviews son muy bueno :D
~Samie