Another boring day at the Dursleys'. But, what else was there to look forward to? Neither Hermione nor Ron ever wrote to Harry, not after what happened. Nobody from Hogwarts associated with him anymore. Not since he killed McGonagall.
"No, Harry!" Hermione grabbed Harry's shoulder in an attempt to pull him back. "Harry! NO!"
But it was too late. He had done it. Those two forbidden words slithered out of his mouth like a snake, and Minerva McGonagall lay dead on the floor. Avada Kedavra hadn't ever been a reality to anyone in the classroom but Harry, but now it was to everyone.
"What the hell have you done, Potter?!" Seamus Finnigan emerged from McGonagall's office, shocked from the crash of china, which the teacher brought down with her.
"She called me a LIAR!" Harry broke into a rage. He wasn't lying. Voldemort was back, yet nobody believed him. "Voldemort is back, and by the time you realize I'm not crazy, it'll be too late, because he will have to be right in your face for you to notice! I'm not a liar!"
Harry threw his wand down on the floor. He overturned every desk in the classroom on his way out, and he went up to the Gryffindor boys' dormitories.
"What the hell, Harry?" he thought to himself. "Why did you go and do that? You're bloody insane!"
Harry shoved his belongings into his trunk, and summoned his broomstick with an infuriated "ACCIO FIREBOLT!". He secured Hedwig's cage, and swiftly flew out of the window, leaving a note to Hermione and Ron. It read:
"Hermione and Ron,
You two have been the best friends a boy could ever ask for. Return the favor and let me know that I'm a good friend by continuing to write to me. I know this was a horrible day for us all, but we have forgiven each other after everything in the past. Tell Dumbledore that I have no intent on coming back to Hogwarts, not that I would be allowed. I will be at the same old address, Number 4 Privet Drive. Take care, and best of luck in your school.
Signed,
Harry Potter"
Harry had by now realized that he hadn't been a good friend, and it hadn't taken his friends not writing to do so. He had always boasted to them, shoved the fact that his parents were dead in their faces. That wasn't exactly Harry's ideal image of a good friend. Ron and Hermione were the best friends ever. They were there for Harry, even if it meant putting their lives on the line for something he wanted to do.