Summary: Yet another Twin-Mistaken-For-Boy-Who-Lived-Harry-Runs-Away plotline, hopefully written better than some of the ones I have read recently. Give it a whirl, I'm sure it will entertain us all.

"You've got to go back." Jo informed him, tossing the newspaper onto the table between them. The front page article was a picture of Allen Potter, in all his grinning glory, headline "You-Know-Who Back! Can Boy-Who-Lived Save Us All?"

"Not. Bloody. Likely." Harry growled, eyes flashing over the rim of his coffee mug at his long time friend.

"You-Know-Who is back. There's no avoiding your destiny now, mate. You're fucked, utterly and completely." Jo said before letting out a cackle, leaning his head back from the force of it.

"I don't find my being completely fucked very funny, Joseph," Harry said, putting full emphasis on the older boys full name. Jo gave him a scandalized look.

"Whatever, "Harold". Sounds like a damn bloated pig." Jo chuckled.

"Either way, I'm not going back to Wizarding London just to kill some bastard that couldn't even manage to off me as a baby, and be forced to have a big happy family reunion with my loving, caring parents." Harry added as an afterthought, as his parents were rarely on the forefront of his mind.

"You talk like your bloody 40 or something. You're only 16, mate, live a little! Go back, spit on your parents face, off the bad guy, pick up a few girls, and then stroll right out again! Its like killing six birds with one stone!" Jo said enthusiastically, slamming his mug down on the table, causing the liquid to slosh out a bit at the top.

"You've had a bit too much to drink, Friend." Harry said dangerously. "You know how I feel about those people. Killing the bad guy and picking up a few girls doesn't exactly outweigh having to see them."

"What if they're really pretty girls?" Jo said tauntingly.

"Bugger off," Harry grumbled good naturedly before leaning back in his seat, considering his options. Fuck it, what did he have to loose? "Alright, I'll go."

"And do be careful of Professor Snape, Allen. He hates Potters." Lily informed Allen Potter, patting him on the head.

"Ill be fine, Mum. No one will let him push me around." Allen said, puffing up and pulling at his trunk.

"Seriously guys, thanks for your advise, I'll be sure to watch out for the meanest teacher at Hogwarts!" Harry said loudly and sarcastically, calling attention to the fact that his family hadn't spoken to him since his father barked at him to comb his hair that morning, ignoring his mothers annoyed look.

"Change your underwear every day--" Allen groaned.

Harry walked away from his parents and sibling, boarding the train early with a bit of help from a black boy, who soon waved over redheaded twins in order to show them his spider.

Allen boarded the train soon after, and Harry, after buying nearly the entire cartload of sweets and packing them into his trunk, removed himself from his seat and walked up to the conductors box. The man was sleeping, since he was only there incase the magic went wrong with the train. Harry poked the man in the shoulder, forcing him awake.

"Wha issit?" The man grumbled, sitting up.

"I'm going to jump off this train and escape before we ever reach Hogwarts." Harry informed him swiftly. "The train stops automatically, sensing that a passenger has been left behind. I need you to change to passenger count down by one person."

"An wha's in it for me?" The conductor asked, sitting up straight.

"My not destroying you," Harry said holding his wand very close to the mans puffy temple.

"Right." He leaned over and set the counter to one less student. Harry nodded and, gathering up his trunk, tossed himself out the conductors door.

He hit the grassy hillside sharply, and immediately released his trunk, praying it would arrive before he did, and rolled down the steep hill.

"Ooof." Harry said once he had rolled to a stop. He sat up and adjusted his glasses, taking a look around. His trunk was several yards away to the north. The Hogwarts Express passed on by loudly, in all its scarlet glory.

"Oy! You there!" A voice to his left caught his attention. Not even four feet from him stood a short, thin boy around his age with thick brown hair and hazel eyes. The boy had a stick with a bundle tied to the end. "You just jumped off the bloody Hogwarts Express!"

"How very 1930's Hobo of you," Harry commented, gesturing to the stick and bundle with a jerk of his head.

"That was brilliant!" The boy exclaimed, jogging up to meet him. "I'm Jo, by the way."

"Harry," He introduced, shaking the boys partially gloved hand. "Why are you out here in the middle of no where?"

"Ah, well, I'm runin' away. Have been for about three years now. I come down to the tracks every year to watch the Express go by. Tried to sneak on it once, but it stopped when I boarded and they threw me off." Jo said with a little shrug.

"I'm running away, too." Harry volunteered the information.

"How come?" Jo asked, plopping down on the grass next to where Harry sat.

"Shitty family." He informed the boy curtly.

"Me, as well. Ever since me mum died I don't see much point in hangin' around. Hate the farm work." Jo said. "Say, you wouldn't have anything to eat, would you?"

Hogwarts, some hours later.

"Potter, Allen,"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Potter, Harry,"

"Potter, Harry?"

End Chapter One
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