It was 7 AM and Harry James potter was bored. He sat in the prison, the 'home' where he was forced to stay summer after summer. Forced by none other than Albus Bloody Dumbledore; the light's 'beacon of hope'. The meddling fool had no idea who he was truly dealing with, no idea that the boy he offered sherbet lemons to with twinkling eyes, Loathed him. Dumbledore had forced him into a childhood of hate with the Dursleys and Harry would never forgive him for that.

At first, when Hagrid had found him in the hut-on-a-rock, he'd been so happy. Someone was going to take him from the Dursleys and their abuse! But then Hagrid began talking about Dumbledore and how great a man he was. Dumbledore had left him at his relatives. That's what Hagrid had said, so how was he a great man? A man who 'knows everything' must have known about their ways. Harry no longer trusted Rubeus Hagrid, not as far as he could throw him.

His views had been cemented when he met Draco Malfoy. The silver-haired boy soon became his best friend; Showing him around the alley once Hagrid had gone. It was his idea for Harry to convince the hat to sort him into Gryffindor. After all, that is what everyone expected of him. Why not conform to their beliefs, it would only hit them harder when he 'changed' sides. The disgusting red headed boy - Westly was it? Ron Westly. - was an unfortunate coincidence, but one that helped him on his way.

Harry and Draco had argued and fought often during the course of the year, at least they had in the eyes of the school population. In actual fact, they'd been arranging times to meet during school hours. Their friendship had only blossomed with time. By the time the end of the year came, they were - emotionally - inseparable. Thus, their summer plans were made...

Harry was sick of being referred to as 'the saviour of the light' and he was tired of having to hide his friendship with Draco from everyone. Draco agreed and today was the day that Harry 'the boy who lived' Potter was to reinvent himself. Gone would be the hand-me-down clothes, and the Gryffindor robes, the labels 'Freak' and 'Boy', he'd be free. Draco was coming at 11AM. He was taking him away to the manor, Harry was never going back.

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Sixteen minutes...

Knock. Knock. Knock. A delicate but strong rap on the door pane.

"Boy! Get the door" Came the expected shout.

I wearily made my way down the stairs, who was it, they'd interrupted me from my musing! I slowly open the door, only to be met by the silver white hair of my best friend.

"You're early" I say dumbly.

He smirks "A Malfoy is never early, others are simply... late" the smirk morphs into a grin and I can hear the laughter in his voice.

"Are you ready to go?" He continues.
"Yes," I reply " just let me get my trunk."

Harry hurtled upstairs to the sound of his own heartbeat. He was leaving, after nearly eleven years of hell, he was finally leaving! He grabbed his trunk and sprinted down the stairs, making sure to make as much noise as possible.

He made his way to the doorway, turning one last time to look at his relatives who had gathered in the hallway after hearing the noise.
"Goodbye Dursleys, I hope we never see each other ever again."

He turned to his best friend.
"I'm ready..." And off walked Harry Potter, into his new life.