I would like to thank my beta, Stately Demented, for all the help. She did an amazing job. I will warn you that Harry will be OOC and the Dursleys will be OCC. I will explain in the next upcoming chapters why they are OOC. This will also contain grey Harry, Independant Harry, and Powerful, smart Harry.
Bashing-
Albus Dumbledore, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley, and Fudge.
A storm was coming. That much was clear as the wind howled and the trees shivered.
A young boy walked down the road, unaware of what was about to happen. His dark hair was waving about in the icy wind. He pulled his jacket tighter around himself in a failed attempt to get warm. The boy slowly came to a stop at small normal-looking house and tried to open the door.
"Aunt Petunia! Uncle Vernon!" he cried out into the night. Their car was gone from the driveway and they too were probably gone, but that didn't stop him from screaming his lungs out.
The young boy picked up the welcome mat off of the porch and grabbed the key lying underneath it. With it, he unlocked the front door and stepped into the dead-silent house. He made his way into the living room and called his family members' names.
He continued to call his family members until he reached the dining room where he found a letter on the table. His eyes immediately scanned the letter as soon as his small hands grasped it.
Dear Harry,
We looked for you everywhere and we have yet to find you. You always were an amazing hider. Dudley could never find you.
My sweet dear Harry, we had to leave. There is a storm coming on July 28th. Sadly, we can never come back without re-fixing the house. HARRY! Listen to me, run. The storm is said to be stronger than ever.
We Love you,
Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley
He stared at the note for around ten minutes and then, out the door he went. Tears started to fall from his eyes when his feet hit the ground so hard they started to ache painfully. It didn't stop him though. He was fast, but with just a glance, anyone could tell he was frightened. Suddenly, a loud crash rang through the area. Dust flew out to meet his red eyes, as he made his way through it, stumbling over the debris.
The storm was here.
A house had literally crumbled to the ground from the harsh wind, which had not fully reached the child yet. His once quickness was no more. With dust and tears in his eyes, he came to a sudden stop and dropped to his knees.
He couldn't run anymore.