Harry had just finished lugging all of the luggage downstairs when his Uncle Vernon had shouted at him to hurry but even this couldn't spoil Harry's good mood because he was going on an adventure to America or more accurately gardenia.
In his short 6 years he had never been past the corner he was usually kept occupied with chores all around the house now most people would have been appalled at how he was treated but the Dursley's neighbors as the Yanks put it didn't give a rats ass.
Harry had always been a little strange always making odd things happen around him but in truth he couldn't explain any of it and that was why the Dursleys hated him,locked him in a cupboard,called him freak because he was strange because he was different and the Dursleys were obsessed with being normal so you can just imagine how "delighted" they were to find him on their doorstep.
"Boy!" bellowed Uncle Vernon "hurry up we don't have all day!"All harry had to take was a small bag of rags, his clothes, that was all harry really had except his glasses but that was because the school nurse had forced Aunt Petunia to buy them for him or he would not be allowed into school.
Harry had put on his thin scratchy sweater because it was winter and he decided that even though living with the Dursley's was hell on earth he didn't want to die of Dudley waddled into the car Harry had to climb into the back.
Dudley had complained because it was nearing Christmas and he didn't want to miss watching stuff on the telly as they got to the airport Harry watched amazed,he had never seen anywhere so big as they neared the front desk they gave the receptionist the tickets and got onto the plane.
As Harry sat down far away from the Dursley's who didn't offer any complaint an old lady sat next to him.''Well aren't you just precious!" Harry turned and saw an elderly lady with white curly ,she couldn't be blamed really, everyone thought he was adorable with his messy black hair and enormous emerald eyes Aunt Petunia never liked it whenever he went out with them because women always coddled him and ignored Dudley.
''Where are your parents?'' she asked concerned. ''I live with my Aunt and Uncle'' he replied. ''Oh you poor dear!'' she exclaimed ''Here'' she then proceed to hand him a lollipop one that Dudley had been staring longingly at.
''Thank you Miss!'' ''Oh hardly I'm already sixty'' "Really'' said Harry eyes wide ''You look young!" "Oh a charmer I see why thank you young man."she said smiling gently at him he really didn't know where he got his charm from but he supposed he got it from his Dad. The Dursleys always told him his parents were drunks but if the Dursley's made him sleep in a cupboard why should he believe anything they told him.
Harry glad to have someone to talk to on the long ride sat contently licking his lollipop occasionally giving it an extra long lick just to piss off Dudley he took a perverse sense of pleasure watching Dudley look at his lollipop hungrily.
Harry eyes fluttered he had been on the plane for a few hours and decided to go to sleep.