My first HP story!

Harry Potter stared up at his uncle, who looked more like a walrus with a boring taste in cloths then a human, and thought that being 5 was a very unfair age. At 5 you cant not pretend to not understand, but must still do as your told, and cant go out by yourself, and can do nothing about what bigger people do to you.

And Harry was already very small for his age, so almost everyone (except maybe babies, but its not like they could tell him what to do anyway) told him what to do.

His uncle was a very interesting shade of red now, because Harry had broken one of the big rule. He did something freakish. He hadn't meant to, and isn't very sure how he got the blame, but he had, somehow, turned his teachers wig blue.

"I will not have you doing the freakish s-stuff in this house! If you do it again I will kick you out! See how you like the streets boy!"

"Vernon, what would the neighbors say if we kicked him out." His aunt just didn't want to look bad, Harry know she doesn't want him ether, and would gladly throw him out, but Harry's glad all the same, he had heard awful stories of what its like to live on the streets, or worse, the orphanage.

"Go to your cupboard boy, and stay there tell I tell you to come out!"

HP POV

I sat in my cupboard and thought. 'with how red uncle was I will probably be in her for at least 3 days, without food, that means I'll have to go out when there asleep and steal some'. Are other kids treated like this? I know Dudley isn't, so why am I? I don't think I'm a freak, and I don't even know HOW I turned the teachers wig blue. I don't want to live like this, I want someone who loves me, anyone. I don't mind if they don't buy me stuff like the Dursley, I just want love.

"Please ,someone, come take me away from here, anyone!"

3 Years Later

Harry Potter stared up at the shy, thinking how much he had left to do today. He had cooked breakfast, cleaned the kitchen, the living room, both bathrooms, Dudley's room, mowed the yard, and was almost done with the garden. He didn't think he had to clean the shed today, but he certainly hoped not, he was already sore form yesterday, and he didn't think he could take much more, especially when he hasn't had much to eat. He was starving.

"BOY! Go to the park or somewhere else! I have friends coming over, and I don't want them to have to deal with you"

"Yes aunt petunia."

Harry stared at the 2 kids he had met at the part. A girl with curly bright red hair, that was even crazier than Harry's, and bright, wild, shy blue eyes. A boy with snow white hair, pale skin, and blood red eyes. Both looked to be Harry's age, and were wearing cloths that were more raggedy then his.

"Hi! My name is Maddie, this is Gil, what's yo name? The girl had a strange accent, but it was only just there.

" My name is Harry Potter, are you new to town?"

You could say that. Ve don't really stay anyvhere, ve could get caught by the police and taken to an orphanage" the boy, Gil, also had an accent, but Harry still couldn't place it.

"What do you mean?"

"where on the run! We didn't like our home life's, so we left…after takin some stuff. Like I takeded all of my mommies jewelry, and all my daddies money, and some small blankets, and my pillow!" Maddie said all of this in every excited many, like running away was easy and fun.

" Ja, I also took some of my family's things, manly money, clothes, and some food…and a photo album"

"So you both just left you homes?

"YeP! wasn't even hard. Then we met about a year ago, been together ever since!"

"I wish I could run away"

"vhy cant you? It is not hard, spend some days stealing cloths slowly, they vill think they misplaced them, then one night steal a backpack, money, and anything else you think you need."

"I cant leave! I don't want some of the things I've heard happen to street kids"

"aw, it ain't so bad, no bad things ever happened at me and Gil."

"If you vanted, you could come vith us, ve vould vait for you"

"Really?"

"Sure! Da more the merrier and all that!"

"ok I'll come to."

That night Harry took his cloths, a backpack he had stolen from Dudley, and well as some of his and uncle Vernon's cloths ( as they were sure to fit even years from now) as well as some jewelry, money, toys, and food he thought they would need.

That night Harry Potter, Madison Walz, and Gilbert Schmidt all set out to have the life they always wanted, A life with freedom, were they could be happy, and be themselves.

Please remember that i wrote this for fun, i dont knwo wheni will update again, and would like constructive criticism, so please review!

i do not ouw Harry Potter, J.K does. i do own my OCs.