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Far From Home
Harry had been walking for what seemed like days, though knew it had really only been a few hours. The heavy storm clouds rolling in made it near impossible for him to tell when daybreak was going to be coming, and his baggy hand-me-down t-shirt was keeping him anything but warm. Every few steps he looked around to see if the Knight Bus was coming, and every time was disappointed when it wasn't. It didn't surprise him though. He was dead. And buses couldn't pick up dead people.
At least everyone thought he was dead. Harry knew that as a fact, and as he looked down at his shirt and pants; which were covered in blood, he almost wasn't sure he was alive. The explosion had been huge-- far larger than Harry could have ever imagined. When he had walked into his aunt and uncle's house, it had only taken a moment for everything to happen. He remembered. He remembered just as he was about to open the door there was a scream from behind him, and then when he took one step in, someone-- or something-- had grabbed him from behind to try and pull him out of the way of the full blast. It had worked. Harry was alive. He had woken up sprawled on the front lawn, pain pulsing through him, and the whole house ablaze. For some odd reason, he found himself relieved at the fact this his aunt, uncle and cousin were out of town that weekend. Though that thought was quickly shocked back to reality when the realization that he would be blamed for it if he were found alive struck him. So without giving it a second thought, he grabbed his wand out of his backpack, threw the near empty bag into the fiery blaze, and ran as fast as he could.
Which brought him back to his present predicament as he stood on the cold sidewalk, thunder rumbling off in the distance, his wand still clutched in his hand, and the pounding thought of who would want to kill the Dursley's pulsing through his head.
"One thing's for sure," Harry concluded aloud, "I can't let them know I'm alive until I know who it was that was trying to kill everyone."
Though inside he knew. He knew the only person it could have been. Voldemort. The only question was why, and who he was actually trying to kill. The Dursley's trip had been a last minute thing when Vernon's sister became ill-- probably due to eating one of her dogs Harry figured. So Voldemort-- or whoever it actually was that blew up the house-- could have been aiming for anyone from Vernon, Petunia, Dudley or Harry. Suddenly Harry stopped in mid-step.
"Hedwig!" Harry cried out.
The thought had flashed through his mind that the white owl might have been in the house just as quickly as he saw the powerful animal swoop down from the sky. She stopped abruptly as she landed on Harry's outstretched arm. Tears formed in Harry's eyes as he looked at the bird; her feathers darkened by smoke, giving him the impression that she'd been nearby at the time of the explosion.
"Hedwig," Harry's wide eyes scanned his beloved owl, "I can't believe you're ok."
Hedwig crooned softly as she nuzzled her beak against the side of Harry's face. Harry took a deep shaking breath. Suddenly his once was brilliant plan had a huge flaw in it-- Hedwig. Harry knew that Ron's owl Pig could find Hedwig no matter where she was, and that in it's self could give away where Harry was if he keep Hedwig with him.
"Hedwig," Harry's voice cracked as he spoke, "Hedwig, you have to go."
The owl just stared at Harry.
"G-Go!" Harry stumbled with the words as he held out his arm, moving it forcefully in an unsuccessful attempt to get her to fly away, "Go Hedwig!"
Suddenly Hedwig's normally bright blue eyes seemed to fill with sadness as who she came to know as her unwavering, faithful master ordered her to leave.
"Just go!" Harry said even louder as tears rolled down his cheeks, "Hedwig leave!!!"
With one finally look at Harry, Hedwig soared up off of his arm and into the night sky.
Harry sunk to the ground, tears of pain, tears of sadness and tears of fear splashing down his face as he yelled to distant figure of the pet he'd grown to love.
"And don't come back!"
..............to be continued..................
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