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A 10 year old Harry Potter blinked as he opened his eyes and found himself in the pantry under the stairs at Number 4 Pivot Drive, the home of his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley.
Blinking several times as he patted around him he eventually found his glasses and put them on.
With his eyes now in focus Harry looked around and pursed his lips a moment and thought "No...No this will not do at all."
20 minutes later, the wall holding the only door in the pantry was glowing with bloody symbols before the wall vanished.
Harry nods and walked toward the front door grabbing the car keys to his uncles car that were hanging on the wall and walked out the door leaving the door standing open.
Several hours later, Vernon's car pulled up to a to a dead end road that had a view of the english channel.
Harry stepped out of the car and looked around and took a look around and thought "This should work."
Reaching up Harry ripped off the sleave of his shirt and walked toward the back of the car before unscrewing the gas cap and began to stick the sleave into the gas tank.
Walking back up toward the driver door Harry grab a lighter out of the ash tray and placed his foot on the brake before putting the car in neutral.
Climbing back out of the car Harry moved back to the rag and using the lighter he set the rag on fire before moving to the back and pushing the car forward toward the dead end.
The car rolled off the dead end and moments later a huge explosion was seen coming from the edge.
Smirking Harry turned and began to walk away and thought "Let's see you explain to your job about your company car that you cared more about then your own nephew Uncle V."