Okay I couldn't resist posting this, each chapter will have it:

Don't forget about us
Some days goes your way
An old man turned 98
Go on an close the curtains
This is a story of a girl
Back this hitch up into the water
Woke up this morning
I really hate to let this moment go
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I saw you standing in the middle of thunder and lightning

That would be the first line of ten songs in a row.

Harry Potter sighed as he stared out his bedroom window. He would be leaving tonight, to get away from his so called 'family'. He had been studying the Order's transitions. He had a two minute window to get out, in an hour, while Nymphadora Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt switched places. To his side, was a bag with an expansion charm and three pouches. One held his entire of the Potter fortune, another held items irreplaceable to him, the last held a few of his clothes.

The Weasley twins had came to him, last week, and explained to him what was going on. Where everyone was holed up. They passed on two letters, from Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. The teen was forever grateful.

Dear Harry,
Padfoot and I am so sorry. Dumbledore has us both
on lock down, along with Hermione and Ron. If we
could, we would take you away from the Dursleys
today, but we were told if we took you, we would
be charged with kidnapping.
Dumbledore isn't the good guy. Severus has came
to us. Apparently the old fool believes you to be a
horcrux, which is a soul holder, like the diary that
you told us about in your second year. However,
according to Voldemort, if you are, there isn't
enough of his soul inside of you to bring him back,
even if you were the last one. Dumbledore plans on
having you sacrifice yourself for the sake of everyone
else. If you do, than all Voldemort's magic won't work
on any of us.
We asked the twins to give this to you. They've
decided not to go to Hogwarts this year, something
about having the money to open their own Joke Shop.
You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?
With love
Moony and Padfoot

Dear Harry,
You won't believe the shit they are doing. They tried to
recruit us as spies against you! Even offered us money
and Potter heirlooms. You need to have your account at
Gringotts locked up.
Tell the twins if you're in trouble. They will get you out.
Hermione and Ron

Glancing at the mirror, he winced.

He was a pretty-boy, according to the Weasley twins. Wide emerald eyes, pouty lips, olive skin tone, and just shagged black hair. However, around his right eye, and half his cheek, was covered in a purple bruise. His bottom lip was split, and he had a gauze wrap around his forehead to stop the bleeding. It was starting to soak through, but he couldn't afford trying to sneak anymore. He was wearing a gray tee-shirt, faded and ripped gray jeans, and holey sneakers.

He couldn't take it anymore. The abuse had been going on since he was around four. Vernon had slapped him, leaving a bruise. When no one showed up, he picked up punching, whipping, and kicking Harry into a bloody pulp. He went from having a room, to being stuffed into the cupboard under the stairs. He took on every little chore, and when he couldn't get done, he would be punished.

Enough was enough.

A minute until midnight, his fifteenth birthday, Harry made his way to the front door. As the clock struck he snuck out, climbed onto his broom, and pulled his Cloak of Invisibility over his head. It wasn't long before he reached the Leaky Cauldron. Upon landing, he passed through the bar, and made his way down to Knockturne Alley. He would be staying at a hotel he found when he was just twelve. It was close to the entrance.

By the outside, it looked seedy, but it was only in Knockturne because it allowed you to get a room even if you were underage and without permission from your guardians. They also didn't ask for real names, and wouldn't say whether or not they've seen you that day. It was nicer than the Cauldron, but not as nice as The Lanesborough.

"Hello, my you sure had a number done on you. Would you like me to call a healer?" The man asked, looking up.

"I'm fine. Just a bruise and whatnot. I don't want anyone knowing I'm here, it'll spell disaster for you and I. If you have any bruise balm, that'd be great. Along with a Episkey."

"Ah, trace still on your wand then? I suggest visiting Key Wands when you're feeling up to it." Harry nodded, "please give a name, and how many days you'll be staying." Harry quickly signed a name. "Nice doing business with you, Mr. Evans." He was handed a set of keys.

Aiden Evans made his way to room: five-oh-five. After placing his school books away, he laid down. He slept peacefully until the owner knocked on the door, saying he would heal all of his wounds that he could. Turns out, not only was his forehead bleeding, he had a concussion. That explained his headache. The owner told him to rest, but that he would be stopping by every hour. Aiden nodded, and fell asleep rather quickly.

It was a new day. His bruises were faded, and his head completely healed. London cheated though, he placed the gauze back on, and made his way to Gringotts to exchange some of the money he had and to have them lock anyone else from his account. Once done, he made his way to the muggle world. After hours of shopping, he had a new wardrobe, more so, once he hit Diagon Alley.

He was wearing a black graphic tee, with a winged snake perched on top of a stack of books and the word wisdom in white. He wore black skinny jeans, black and green converses, a black belt choker and matching wristbands, a green beanie, and his glasses were replaced with contact lenses.

"Wow, you look great kiddo!"

"Thanks Jay." Aiden responded, grinning at the hotel's owner. "I couldn't pass up going shopping. Anyone come looking?"

"Yeah, quite a few. Dumbledore's and Fudge's."

"Thank you." Jay nodded. "No one else?"

"Well, Lucius Malfoy did stop by, asking if a teen was around, but I could see in his eyes that he was hopeful I wouldn't answer." Aiden relaxed. "What are your plans for today?"

"I'm going to go back to muggle London and go to the arcade or something. I'm not sure yet."

"Be careful, okay?" Aiden tilted his head. "There's been words of a raid going to happen. I don't know if it's true, but I'd rather you stay inside tonight. At least you'll be here, behind my wards." London sighed.

"I have to get my new wand still. I'll go there." Aiden made his way to Key Wands. Once inside, a white eyed woman walked out.

"Hmm, I was wondering when you would be in, Mr. Evans. Come into the back room." Once inside the back, she shut the door. "I'm Myra Key, and I don't believe in pre-made wands. What I want you to do, is close your eyes. I swear you won't come to any harm inside my shop." Aiden did as asked. "Now, I need you to relax and concentrate, do you feel a pull to anything?" At his nod, she added, "go to those items and pick them up.

He did as told, hands swiftly picking up two items. Smooth wood, and what felt like feathers. "Maple and cobalt snidget feathers." Aiden opened his eyes as he handed over the wood and feathers. "It will be 11 3/4 inches, a bit on the extravagant side, aren't we? You obviously know how to enjoy life and the riches it has to offer. Come back tomorrow at this time!" With a nod, Aiden made his way to the hotel. If there was a raid, he didn't know, because he was out cold in a matter of minutes.