Chapter 1
Departure from the Dursley's
The room was quiet and dark. Harry Potter was sitting on his bed. He was watching the clock. It ticked to eleven fifty eight. Two minutes. He got up and started packing. He placed his clothes, books, and Harry's belongings. Harry stood up. He knew what he wanted to do. HE would creep downstairs, open the broom cupboard, retrieve his Fire Bolt, and fly to the burrow. He did it quietly. He slipped through his bedroom door, and crept down the stairs. He stepped on the third step down, which made a huge creak. He held onto the railing the rest of the way to support him from making any of the steps creak again. He stepped onto the bottom of the stairs. He turned the corner, and tiptoed to the broom cupboard he once called home. He held a screwdriver in one hand, so he could take of the hinges silently. The entire house was quiet. Harry thought he might be able to leave since it was his Birthday, and he was able to do magic outside of Hogwarts.
As he continued onto the cupboard, a slight breeze meandered through the room. Aunt Petunia must have left the window open. But when he reached the broom cupboard, it had already been taken of its hinges. The door was in bad condition now. However had handled it had done a pretty bad job. The door was almost cracked right down the middle, and it was put lopsidedly on the wall. The hinges had been torn out of the wall. Harry stepped inside cautiously. Seeing that nothing was out of place, he grabbed his trunk, wand, broom, and ran upstairs to fetch Hedwig, his snow owl. When he returned downstairs, he took out his wand.
"Hoovervate," He said. Now he was able to fly through the air on his broom, with his trunk, and owl following close behind. He opened the front door, dragging his fire bolt along with him. When he walked outside, the cool wind of October flew through his Jet-black, untidy hair. His Green almond shaped eyes darted from left to right, looking out for any muggles. He walked into the center of the Dursley's lawn, mounted his broom and kicked off. The feeling of being in the air after a summer of waiting for it was wonderful. His trunk, and owl were following close behind. As he felt the wind whip through his hair he felt a slight tug from behind him. He drew out his wand, ready to attack, but then saw his cousin, Dudley, pulling on his trunk. Harry had the urge to Hex him, but resisted. He flew softly to the ground.
"You're not leaving," Dudley said, "Not without a goodbye." The Dursleys had lately treated Harry better, but this was unexpected. Harry pocketed his wand, put a small smile on his face, and shook hands with Dudley's outstretched palm. Dudley had been trying to lose weight and had made an amazing improvement. He was not far off from being as fit as Harry was, except a little fatter.
"See you Big D," said Harry. Dudley grinned.
"See you later," Dudley said. Harry mounted his broom for the second time. He Leapt off the ground, and flew up to the side of the house. He looked into the room where his Aunt and Uncle were sleeping. He hammered on the Window. Uncle Vernon jumped so high; he knocked poor Aunt Petunia out of the bed.
"GET BACK HERE!" boomed Uncle Vernon, as Harry sped off happily. He saw Dudley on the ground, Laughing madly.
"Thanks Dud," Harry said. "For opening the broom cupboard for me."
"No problem," said Dudley, with the rest of his laugh etching away from his round face. And with out a look back to number four, Privet Drive, Harry flew into the night.