A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
"Speaking"
Thinking
The chase begins
Why me…
Harry Potter was once again depressed; his only real father figure in the world has died. And to make it worse Voldemort is back in power.
Harry sighed and strained to carry his heavy trunk inside; he had made it down the hall and was in the kitchen before Vernon stopped him.
"Boy!" Vernon yelled, Harry sighed again and stopped but didn't turn.
"Give me that stick you use for that abnormality!" Vernon demanded.
Harry turned list-less eyes to his uncle, his face not showing any emotion.
Why do I need my wand…?
I only hurt people…
Harry slowly took out his wand and handed it to his uncle, who didn't touch it but instead wrapped it up in a plastic bag as you would if you were picking up something disgustingly horrible.
He then put in the upper most cupboards and put a large padlock on it.
He turned back to Harry smirking evilly.
"You handed it over willing, so you can't go blabbing to those freaks that I stole your wand".
Harry said nothing; he just turned and trudged upstairs with his trunk.
What if Voldemort comes here, then what do I do.
Voldemort can't here because of the wards A reasonable voice argued in Harry's head.
Harry sat up and made his way to the bathroom slowly.
He gave himself a look over, he was tall, almost the same size as Ron now. He was also now lightly muscled courtesy of Quidditch.
He still had that messy hair with striking emerald orbs behind his glasses.
Harry's eyes moved slightly upwards to his famous scar.
How much I wish I didn't have that...thing
"BOY!" Vernon thundered from downstairs.
Harry sighed and postponed his shower, and trekked downstairs.
He made his way to the living room where his Uncle, Aunt and Dudley were sitting down.
"Now Boy, you can't just stay in that room, you have chores to do, and you better work hard or I'll belt you one" Vernon said to Harry dangerously.
Harry wasn't listening, for some reason he was hearing voices from outside.
"We've got the kid, let's head back"
"Wait, that's Potter's house I'm sure of it"
"Let's go back and tell our Master then, he will reward us"
"He will reward us even more if we bring Potter"
Okay that's it, I've finally gone off the deep side Harry thought to himself.
Harry thoughts were interrupted by the door exploding sending splinters everywhere, and before even the splinters could settle a bright green light flashed through the open doorway hitting Vernon in the chest sending him in an arc to land on the floor…dead.
His aunt gave huge sob when she saw Vernon hit the ground, Harry was slightly confused on how she actually knew that was a killing curse and not just a sleeping spell.
But Harry didn't have the time to contemplate.
Harry crawled over to his Aunt, "Where did Vernon keep the keys to that cupboard.
His Aunt just stared at him with a horrified expression on her face; she then glanced at her dead husband.
"I need my wand…now!" Harry said losing his patience as a Cruciatus curse flew over head.
"In..hi..his pocket" his Aunt stuttered out, Harry nodded grimly at her and crawled away to his dead uncle, he glance back at his aunt to see her holding a weeping Dudley.
Harry fumbled around in Vernon's pockets, finally he found a key.
He sprinted over to the kitchen and unlocked the lock and snatched out his wand.
Where the fuck is the Order!
"Well, well, look at what we've got here" Harry heard from behind him.
He turned slowly and stopped and just stared, he didn't even try to attack or run, he was just like a deer caught in a car's headlights.
He noticed his Aunt and Dudley over the Deatheater's shoulders.
He made a quick shooing gesture which Harry hoped she would understand and that the Deatheaters wouldn't see it.
Thankfully she understood, she quickly explained something to a still crying Dudley, and they quietly made there way for the back door.
Petunia stopped and looked back at her nephew.
I'm sorry for everything…Harry
Maybe if we all live through this I will get to tell you how much
Petunia's eyes began to water as she took one last ,possibly forever, glance at her nephew before she caught up to Dudley.
Harry did a quick scan of the Deatheaters in front of him, there were 10 of them with almost all of them pointing wands at him.
The person that caught Harry's eye was a young man, probably around the same age as Harry. He was fair haired and from what Harry could tell, was slightly more muscled than Harry. And the fact that he wasn't wearing Deatheater robes and was bound in ropes, Harry saw his hands moving.
Trying to break free
He locked eyes with Harry, a fleeting look of recognition before it was gone.
"Let's have a little fun shall we" a Deatheater laughed as he leveled his wand at Harry's chest.
It seems they have not noticed my wand…idiots
"Crucio!" The lead Deatheater yelled, but just as the spell was coming out of his wand, the fair haired prisoner knocked his hands skyward making the spell hit the roof.
Harry snapped out of his stunned, deer in the headlights, routine when the spell hit the roof.
He fired off a stunner tactfully hitting the leader in the chest.
The Deatheaters started firing spells at him, everything except the killing curse.
Harry dived to his left firing spells as he went; he hit a DE with a bludgeoning hex which sent him spinning into a comrade.
He rolled behind the counter in the kitchen; his breath was coming in short sharp gasps now.
Merlin's balls I'm unfit.
He crouched on his heels and lifted his head just far enough over the bench so he could see. The fair haired prisoner had just dealt a death eater a round house kick to the head, but there was too many of them just for one person, it was time Harry got back in the game.
As a DE neared him I sent a stunner knocking him down unconscious, the prisoner then placed well punch to the jaw that sent a death eater flying.
Harry sent a bone breaking hex ,that he had learnt secretly last year, at the Deatheater that was about to shoot a spell at the prisoner.
The Fair headed prisoner glanced at the spell in confusion for moment, but that slight second of distraction is enough…
He was hit with a stunning hex that sent him sliding across the ground to the spot right next to me...
And all of the remaining Deatheaters turned their eyes to me, and I muttered the first thing that came to my head,
"Oh shit"
To be continued
A/N: Well that's the first chapter done, the scene will continue in the next chapter.
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