Well here it something I was thinking off and I'm willing to write, and show so I can have some constructive criticism about it and maybe work on my writing skills

Disclaimer. I don't own Harry Potter all credit of it goes to J.K. Rowling

A yell was heard in the early hours of the morning, a chilling scream filled with anxiousness, hurt and sadness a perfect picture of a great tragedy, wich was the cause for this disturbance you may ask?. The source was a teenager, scrawny and pale, meager covered in sweat, scared, shivering and with tears in his eyes, but with strength in them, also determination could be seen on those beautiful green eyes on his head a mop of black hair, and also his mark his curse, a lightning bolt scar running in his forehead,

Harry Potter the boy who lived, woke up yelling agitated, a common occurrence since that blasted tournament, a big ministry fail if you would ask his opinion since it only gave people grief, as the favorite English champion Cedric Diggory got murdered by Death eaters just before their master, Lord Voldemort resurrected thanks to a dark magic ritual, and if it wasn't enough the media and the government wouldn't accept his word for it, he was classified as deranged, dangerous and attention seeking, however this was far from the truth, he only wanted to make the people prepare, get ready for a full attack and prevent the deaths of families, muggle and wizard alike, but people would rather indulge on ignorance, fear still present from the last war, as It was he couldn't blame them but still he wished for more , for the people to look at the occurrences on last days, killings, assassinations, all with a common fact, all being of muggle heritage and carriers of anti Voldemort and equality ideas.

As he looked into his desk he noticed the new Daily prophet already delivered by his always loyal owl Hedwig, looking back to his clock, he read 5:30 still a bit early to start doing his chores and getting ready breakfast for his uncle, so he decided to read a bit and start over the day with it since he wouldn't go back to sleep no matter how much he would like to, as he started to read he found a smile drawing itself in his mouth, his green eyes filling with light and mirth.

Youth Quiditch world Cup Announced!

By: Adrian James

London, Eng. Yesterday Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge in cooperation with the new head of Department of magical games and sports Elias Bern and head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation Arnorld Strong, announced that in light of the enormous success of the tri wizard cup and the quiditch world cup, England would be playing host to the youth quiditch world cup, a forgotten tournament, in wich children from ages 15 to 17 from all the world competed to bring their country glory and of course some profit, as for the English representatives trials will be on the morning of July 13 at 9:00 applicants should register themselves by sending an owl to the Department of magical games and sports before July 9 signed by their tutors and with all their common facts (name, date of birth, school), a letter will be sent back as a confirmation of the registry, also as the tournament will be hosted in the first semester of school all children registering will have to attend Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry as to have some control over them.

It was a political maneuver, Harry knew that, ever since he started with more severe cases of insomnia he started to read on some books Hermione left around, and as he did that, he noticed that knowledge was indeed power, it would grant him a different view of things and would give him different courses of actions, and he started to understand that knowledge was indeed power, as he understood with his little knowledge of politics, he would hit two birds with one stone if he compited, one he would regain popularity, and people would appreciate him again, everybody loved a sports hero, also playing quiditch would be a great added bonus, and although he was really self-conscious and shy he of course was confident in his quiditch skills, also, as he started to think off his future, he contemplated that perhaps it would be fine to go and try luck with quiditch, it was by far what he most enjoyed in Hogwarts, and he was sure he could at least make something off of it, as he learned of this news he devised a plan, first try and get his relatives into signing the form for him, also he need a way of transportation and to get the information to his godfather asking for permission and support.

Grieving for his lost comrade was ok but he needed to help, he was encouraged to do something so more people like Cedric who were willing to fight for their loved ones and what is just wouldn't die.

BOY! Get Down this Instant!, Harry sighed, his uncle was pissed and he would probably would have a hard time getting him to sign the registry form, but better try sooner than later, he took a piece of parchment set on his task, he got to the kitchen, looking at his uncle, a balding man, with the body of a whale, a pronounced mustache on his face, slimy little piggish blue eyes staring on his green ones

Yes uncle Vernon, you called? He asked as neutral tone as he could not afford to get his familiar mad at him, Boy I need to speak with you, Marge's house got burnt, and because of that she is coming to stay here, I need you out of the house by tomorrow if you need some money to find where to go, I can supply you with a little, also you can ask for some of your lot to take you, but it needs to be sorted out by tomorrow mid-day.

Harry couldn't believe his luck, out of the Dursleys, all by himself and without some kind of fight or need to do something in exchange for his sign, this was just too good, although he didn't wish to be left alone it would work for the better, still thinking of what and how to do what he needed, he just stared back at his uncle

Didn't you hear boy? Or should I repeat it? Vernon was a tad bit curious and afraid, vivid in his memory the treats made by the order at the start of the summer, freaks or not magic could do unimaginable things

I heard already uncle Vernon, answered back Harry resolute on what he would ask for and consequently do, I was just thinking of what I need, as you know it is not as easy as grab your things and get out, and well I thank you for your offer, Harry bit his tongue, he was just trying to warm his uncle although he was really uncomfortable with what he was saying, you know that I need to stay here for some time in order for the wards to get charged, professor Dumbledore told you as much.

The three weeks have passed boy, I know that much, so you don't have anything to do here. Harry looked at his uncle, he could grab the knight bus and go to gringotts for some money, if needed and then go to grimauld place, he wanted to see his uncle, but he didn't want to be with the order, Ron's betrayal fresh in his memory, he contemplated on perhaps going to the leaky cauldron and staying there as he did before, yes that sounded good, he could go to his godfather house, be close to the library and cultivate his new found knowledge and being close to fortescue's was a great bonus, plan in mind he would start to put it in motion.

Ok uncle, I need just your signature so I can rent a room, he knew his lie wasn't all that believable but his uncle didn't knew a lot about magical people, he prayed he wouldn't notice, and also 30 pounds for my transportation.

Ok boy, whatever is needed to get you out of here, give me what I need to sign, with this Harry jumped he could get out, and send his registration, and as it was a charmed registry, he would be able to get inside and fight for a place on the English team

In an hour, Harry had everything ready to get out of the Dursley's home, wand in pocket, his trunk on loaded on a little cart, and hedwing on his hand he went out, to Avery road in order to ask for the knight bus, and not arouse any suspicion from the muggles.

As he went he started to think on what to do, first he would need to stop by Gringotts he needed to take out some galleons to afford his stay and food, then perhaps flourish and Botts in order to grab some books, he knew he was a targeted man, and as such he would need some defense knowledge, maybe later he could grab something to eat and an ice cream, and maybe speak with Mr. Tom the keeper of the leaky cauldron or Mr. Fortescue.

As he arrived he just asked for the knight bus with his wand and in a few seconds it came, Ernie Shunpike, Stan's brother opened the door, he was almost the same as Stan, only his hair which was brown, the pimples and lanky exterior still the same.

Hello! Where to? He asked in a happy voice perhaps he would be better than Stan, Harry thought, at least his mood, the leaky cauldron please, ok that would be 10 sickles, if u want to for 14 sickles more I can give you a bag of peanuts and a bottle of water, and for 15 I would give you a bottle of sandwich.

Only the pass please, as Harry said that, he noticed that Ernie looked down, perhaps he was paid something more, well ok give me a sandwich please, as he said that Ernie clearly looked happier, intrigued Harry asked why was that, I'm saving up for my college's fees I'm a squib, so I needed to study on the muggle world, mind you it is not as funny as this world but well, I need to make my living, that's really good answered back Harry, it's interesting, indeed it is Mr. Potter, as he said that Harry looked surprised, he was thinking of receiving the same treatment that Ernie gave him not knowing his real name, it's ok Mr. Potter, as I said I'm a little bit more intelligent than Ernie, now just hold onto something, as you now we have a rough ride ahead of us.

So well here ends the first chapter, probably i would have the 2nd or 3rd in two or three days, if u liked it please leave a review, or keep on reading it