Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters belonging to J.K. Rowling and company. This is my own plot.. don't take what isn't already cliche to begin with. Any characters or Locations that don't look familiar are MINE... don't steal without permission.
Author Note: Pre-warning for everyone. I will accept Constructive Criticism. I will not accept Flames. The difference between the two is very simple "I Think You Are Stupid" IS NOT constructive in anyway shape or form. Some of how I write is very simple If I don't want to explain how something Happens I will not tell you until later if I feel like it.
Prologue
Take Me Away
Since Sirius's death Harry had spent most of his time in his room at Privet Drive in the smallest bedroom thinking about everything that had happened over the past five years, he hadn't written back to Hermione or Ron since the beginning of the summer break. He was just lucky that the Dursleys had left him alone this summer because he didn't know what he would do if they had bothered him. Though the thinking did help it also had him remembering how badly the incident at the M.O.M. Occurred and because of this he started to pull out every paper and book he had to study with over the past five years. It was during one of these study secessions that he realized that all magic required was the will to make it happen and a word the produce action. The waving patterns was the enforce the brain into wanting the action to occur.
It was about three weeks after being dumped at the Dursleys again that Harry decided he needed a release it was then that he found out that he could dance just not classically dance, (just the memory of the Yule Ball from Forth year was enough the give him the shakes). This he found out because he was bored and Dudley's new cd player had been dumped into the broken pile in Harry's room, which he then proceeded to fix because if nothing else he could sneak some of Dudley's cds that he wasn't listening to out of his room and into the newly magiced cd player. Thank Merlin for wandless magic, huh? Which for some reason would remember anything played in it. Maybe it had something to do with his theory on wills and words.
After a while Harry's release from listening and dancing in his room weren't enough that was when sneaking out of the Dursleys became a MUST. Late at night Harry left number 4 Privet Drive and made for London after a brief stop at Gringots to exchange some of his wizarding money for muggle money he found a little apartment complex where the owner didn't require anything other than money and rented out a room until school began. It was then that Harry went in search of a club that would play the type of music he needed and then to a clothing store to get something to wear.
From that moment on Harry became a regular at a little club called Hells Haven and proceeded to dance his soul out. All the pain and deception and lies that were told and untold to him.
TBC
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