Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, not me but hey, girls can dream, right?
Author's note: I'm an absolute beginner writing fanfictions, so please be kind to me. Any comments and also critique are welcome. Also I really love powerful! Harry stories so don't be surprised if this turns out to be one.
By the way, English isn't my first or even second language, so please excuse any mistakes I make. ;-)
Pairing: still undecided
Rating: M, rated to be safe
Status: In Progress
Summary: After defeating the Dark Lord in his 5th year, life didn't exactly become easier for Harry. Now in the summer before the 7th year begins, we'll see how he managed to relieve his frustrations. AU, possible SLASH (still undecided), Dumbledore/Ron/Hermione bashing! (possible)
Going Wild
It was the beginning of the last summer holidays before he turned seventeen. Harry lay on his bed in Privet Drive and listened to the Dursleys getting ready for sleep. After defeating Voldemort in his fifth year, they had come to a sort of silent understanding of ignoring each other as much as possible. Of course this didn't excuse Harry from his chores that awaited him each and every summer but at least he was allowed three full meals a day and Dudley finally stopped harassing him all the time.
So while Harry waited, he pondered the happenings of the last two years.
Two years ago he and his friends had followed Sirius into the Department of Mysteries in order to get some ominous prophecy. Sirius died while trying to defend Harry from the Death Eaters who were also interested in the prophecy. In a big showdown Harry somehow managed to defeat Voldemort by pushing him behind the Veil. Later he found out that not even the Horcruxes could manage to retrieve You-Know-Who's soul, therefore all danger was averted.
After an even greater fall-out with Dumbledore who still was trying to keep back some information, Harry found out many things that he later on would wish he never found out.
Among others, Dumbledore in a fit of anger confessed that he had been paying the Weasley's and Granger's a lot of money in order to keep them with Harry even after they got hurt. To add insult to injury, Harry furthermore got to know that nearly his whole life had been staged. From his first meeting with the Weasleys on King's Cross Station to retrieving the Philosopher's Stone, everything had been carefully planned and executed by old Dumbles.
As if this wasn't enough, our hero also found out that the headmaster had covered his expenses with Harry's money, a fact he should bitterly regret later because said owner of the money got so furious after receiving the truth that he did everything in his power to make the life of his tormentors unbearable.
Deciding that he mulled long enough over the past for one evening, Harry perked up his ears just to make sure that the Dursleys finally were asleep.
Then he jumped up from the bed and changed his clothes. Instead of wearing Dudley's old and shabby sweater and tattered jeans, he now sported baggy black trousers with silver chains and a tight fitting emerald green t-shirt. Over it he wore a tight black leather jacket. His broken glasses were long gone because he got an eye-correcting
charm after his 5th year and just two days ago, he went and got a new and stylish haircut. His silky black hair was sexily tousled with a few green highlights. To finish his outfit, Harry wore stylish black sneakers with a green lightning on them.
After making sure that Dumbledore really kept his word this time and no member of the Order of the Phoenix was watching the house, Harry opened the window and climbed out. He had realized very soon that it was nearly impossible using magic to escape from his "prison" but using muggle means to get out was actually quite easy and an ingenious idea considering that wizards often believed them to be inferior and never thought of such a way to leave the house.
Harry had used this way of getting out all summer long before his 6th year at Hogwarts started. Therefore he was very proficient in avoiding racket. After five minutes he had climbed over the roof to the drip rail behind the house and was sliding down. Then he made his way through the backyard, over the fence and through the gardens of three different neighbors before he emerged on a main road remotely distant from his relative's house.
There he took out his mobile phone and pressed speed dial, when someone answered the phone he only said "I'm out." Not even ten minutes later a black Mercedes drove up and Harry got in.
To be continued…
Author's note: So what do you think? I'm still a bit ashamed to upload this but I really wanted to write a fanfiction instead of only reading them. Right now I only have a vague idea on how to continue; on my page you can vote what main idea interests you most. Thanks for reading this.
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