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Restless and wide awake inside my cupboard, listening to the hustle and bustle of the Dursley's leaving the house. Knowing that they would be going across town to a new fancy restaurant. They would, of course, be leaving me locked in my cupboard, so that none of my 'freakishness' would be spread around their house while they were gone. This was super silly to me though because they let me out every morning to make breakfast and clean and after coming back to school they had more chores for me to do.

Just thinking about the Dursley's made me think of running away while listening to their car revving up and driving down the street. I knew that living on the street would be hard but it couldn't be as bad as living with the Dursley's. It wouldn't be too hard to find food, equal to the amount that they give me, considering that they only give me six slices of bread and two glasses of water a day and should I try to take more Uncle Vernon gives me a beating and no food! The only real danger that I could think of is the weather, it was often really cold in England but hopefully, there would be plenty of ways of staying warm.

"Clank"

Flinching at the loud sound of the wind blowing something against the house, I began to think about the benefits of staying with the Dursley's. There was a multitude of things that would help me in the future and things that would keep me alive now. The things that would keep me alive now, include a reasonably warm home, food to eat. For the things that would help me in the future would be the fact that they let me go to school. However, these benefits come at the cost of being abused by the Dursley's

While thinking this, another gust of wind blew against the house, it was so strong that I could hear it, even feel it coming from beneath my cupboard door. The current gust carried on for a while and seemed to get even stronger. I jumped as my cupboard door creaked open by itself, absently realizing that the wind was blowing against my face.

The door is open… The door is open! Uncle Vernon must have forgotten to lock it as he left. Staring in amazement at this good turn of luck. It would be the perfect time to run away if I choose to do so. Standing up while being careful not to hit my head against the stairs, I pushed the cupboard door open further. Taking a step out into the hallway and when nothing happened the rest of my body followed. Only to suddenly exhale before breathing in deeply, having held my breath during the process. It felt so different standing outside my cupboard without Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia's permission. It felt liberating.

Being forcefully brought back to my senses when another, stronger gust of wind blew against my face. Walking in the direction that the wind was coming from, brought forth a pleasant surprise because it was a poorly left open window that alerted me to my freedom. Closing it, I came to a decision, to run away. Deciding that my life was better spent away from the Dursley's, even if it was out on the street.

Knowing that I would need things to help me survive on the street by myself, such as food, warm clothes, and money. The money would be the hardest thing the hardest thing to find but hopefully, there would be some of Dudley's weekly pocket money still in his room.

My decision made and plan started. I set off down the hall, up the stairs, and to the right into Dudley's room. Not being the least bit surprised by the amount of mess that was in his room. The bed was not made, there were toys all over the floor and the draws were open with unfolded clothes hanging out. In fact, the only clean spot in the entire room was the desk that held Dudley's expensive computer. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia bought the computer for Dudley after he had whined about wanting one for over a month.

Trying to ignore it as while searching through Dudley's messy room looking for any money that was sure to be carelessly thrown about. This was harder than anticipated, for not even five minutes in Dudley's room, my body had crept over and seated itself in the comfortable computer chair. I knew that the computer had lots of games on it which Dudley always complained were too hard, maybe I could see if this was true?

Guilt was gnawing at my mind, this might be my only chance to run away from the Dursley's, yet I was going to waste time playing games. However, this thought was quickly pushed aside by thinking that the Dursley's, would be gone for the rest of the night.

Giving up on resisting the urge to play games on the computer, my hand reached for the power button and clicked it!

Waiting for it to turn on I kept squirming around, panicking that the Dursley's would come back. Those worries were violently pushed to the back of my mind as the computer turn on. Having never formally learned how to use a computer before, did not worry me in the slightest. This was because I had once seen my teacher at school using one. It really was simple, the oval device with the cord moved an arrow on the screen which you could then use to click on 'files' which were basically pictures on the screen of the computer. After clicking on files at random I found one called StarCraft 2, being curious about whether this was one of the games, I clicked on it!

My worry once again returned when the screen showed that only people over the age of twelve were allowed to play this game. Did that mean the game was too hard for eight-year-olds, no wonder why Dudley was complaining! Instantly forgetting the thought as the start screen came on. Becoming more curious I clicked the play button and lost myself in this made up world!

My tanks, marines, and fire-bats were destroying the hated Zerg as I was forcefully snapped back into the real the world, by the sound of a car door slamming shut! My body froze in panic, while my brain desperately tried to think of how much time had passed since my cupboard door had opened. I failed to notice a line of marines getting killed because the sound of more car doors slamming shut reverberating in my ears.

Running to Dudley's window, almost tripping over the toys that were scattered along the floor and sure enough, there were the Dursley's. Even though it was dark out the outline of two bloated shapes accompanied by one thin shape were clearly visible.

It was the sight of them walking towards the house that jolted me back into action, I ran to the door of the room, maybe I could get back downstairs before they find out that my cupboard was not locked!

However as soon as my hand touched the door, my body spun around to face the still turned on computer. Staring at it in horror, I started to walk towards it only to freeze in place in place as the sound of the keys in the front door jingled loudly for all to hear.

Standing there frozen, completely unsure of what to do! Feeling my body tense and mind going blank as the sound of the front door open reached me upstairs. There was a moment of silence, absolutely nothing made a sound, until suddenly!

"BOY!" my uncle screamed at the top of his lungs, big thumping footsteps indicated that he was running around downstairs.

I didn't notice this, however, because as soon as my uncle shouted my head was suddenly filled with thoughts that couldn't be focused on. My body told me to run but my head told me to hide.

It took me a few moments to be able to think clearly again, only to hear the thundering footsteps of my uncle coming up the stairs.

Backing away from the door as I kept hoping to get out of this somehow! I didn't even want to think about what would happen but my mind brought forth memories of other times that Uncle Vernon had beaten me.

Eventually, all I could hear were my own thoughts that followed the same repetitive line of 'IwanttoleaveIwanttoleaveIwanttoleave'. These thoughts were stopped when I screamed out in agonizing pain!

When the pain, faded slightly, I opened my eyes to see what had hurt me, when Uncle Vernon hadn't yet gotten through the door. What I saw confused and panicked me! There were red and purple lines that looked like beams of light eating away at my body! Opening my mouth to scream in pain and fear, except I didn't get the chance before beam-like tendrils of light got to my head and unconsciousness took me.

Vernon Dursley PVO

I froze right before my son's door, my hand clenched on the doorknob! The scream that had emanated from inside sounded agonizing and painful. Almost thirty seconds passed before my body sprang back into action and slammed open the door, only to stand there gaping at what I saw before me.

The Boy was in here having his skin and flesh ripped apart and vaporized by some strange red and purple light. He had completely disappeared within moments of me entering the room. The light pausing for a second before leaving the room through the computer desk.

Quickly stepping out the room and shutting the door, putting my back against it. I thought about what should be done about this when I spied my family peering at me from the stairway. Thinking about it more, this was perfect the Boy was gone and so long as no one finds out then we will never have to worry about this again, maybe we can just report he ran away? In any case, the Boy was gone, and hopefully, our lives can go back to normal without the freak living under my roof! Turning to face my family and I smiled reassuringly at my wife and son.

The Freak was gone!