A/N: hey hey hey, this is my very first fan-fic so be easy! If I get any flames, you'll get more fics! MUHAHAHA!
"THATS IT BOY! GET OUT!" Uncle Vernon was yelling at Harry yet again. But this time he was serious about Harry getting out of his house.
"FINE YOU WANT ME OUT?! IM OUTTA HERE!" he ran upstairs. And ll the Dursley's could hear was four or five thuds, a squawk from Hedwig, Harry's owl, and the bangs as Harry made his way downstairs. Uncle Vernon was at the door when Harry came over, he was holding the door and pointing. His face was a purple as a plum and his black mustache was quivering.
"GET- - - OUT" He bellowed it seemed as though it was kind of difficult.
Harry rushed through the door and made his way towards the wizarding world. He caught a bus and made his way to London where he would catch a ride to "Kings Cross" and from there to the infamous "Platform 9 and 3/4." He would go to the one place where he knew he was loved. He would go to Ron Weasley's house. There Mrs. Weasley would feed him well, and he could do his homework and play quidditch. But the one thing or rather person he was looking forward to see was probably seeing Ron's younger sister, Ginny. Harry had, had a crush on the red haired beauty since he was twelve. Ever since he had seen her walk down the stairs in her pink nightgown and gasped at the site of the famous boy at her breakfast table. Over the next five years the two were together the tiny crush had turned into a love. He knew that she to like him but had never had the guts to tell her about his feelings, but this year was going to be different. With the rise of Lord Voldermort, Harry needed someone and he saw Ginny as the one he wanted to hold in his arms and be comforted by.
He made his way inside to Kings Cross, and caught a train to Hogsmede station on the departing train. He sat in the train car, looking out the window as drops of rain hit the glass. He felt his eyes start to shut and he was transported back to the days events.
He had woken up after a odd dream that he couldn't quite remember. He knew though that it was going to be a not-so-good day because his scar hurt. He had gotten up lazily at the sound of his cousin Dudley burping a long low belch and he knew he had better go downstairs if he wanted to eat at all. He got dressed and went downstairs to find that Dudley had eaten all the bacon, eggs, toast and all that was left was fruit. He ate this gladly seeing as Dudley and Vernon wouldn't mind because they only ate unhealthy things. Uncle Vernon was still acting distant and scared for the reason of the past summers events were still vivid. Mr. Weasley and the unfortunate happenings with Dudley the whole tongue incident and the fact that Harry's step father is a ex-convict. Harry sat down and grabbed for the orange sitting in the fruit bowl and Dudley gasped and fell out of his chair. Harry sniggered and smiled.
"Quiet boy!" said Aunt Petunia and she slapped him cross the wrist. That was it. Something snapped in young Harry's mind sixteen years of torment and angst over this god-forsaken family. Harry, strong and well built from his six years of Quidditch did something he had never done before. He slapped his Aunt back. She fell to the ground from the blow and Dudley stood up. Dudley was fat but he was strong. He rushed towards Harry but Harry jumped out of the way and grabbed for his wand.
"One more move any of you and I swear to god I'll show no mercy!" They all stood still except Aunt Petunia who was whimpering and holding her slapped cheek. Uncle Vernon then yelled at him to get out and he did. Harry was then re-awakened from the sound of the train conductor who was now announcing that the destination was nearing and Harry grabbed his things and headed towards the door to the station. From there Harry made his way to the Weasley's house.
A/N: So.... did you like it? Even if you didn't I don't really mind. Ne-hoo, R/R please! and I want to let you know that all characters in this story belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling and not me! HAHAHA you can't sue me now!