A/N: This is my futile attempt at a HP fic. Hopefully it turns out right. Please read and review.
Harry Potter lies on his back, playing a staring game with the face of his watch, willing it to turn midnight because then he would be legal, that is in the Wizarding world. He had been watching his watch all day, since seven a.m. to be exact. After he was awakened by the Dursley's banging against the walls to wake him up, but then quieting down when he yelled out something like a reminder to the threat they had received when he came home.
After another glance to his watch after closing his eyes for what seemed like forever only to find out five minutes had gone by, he found it to be 10:27 p.m.Why is it taking so long? He thought.
He rose to his feet and began walking around his room. He picked up some things he would need for his journey. The picture of his Mum and Dad, the invisibility cloak, the Marauders Map . . .
He had no idea what he brought it for. Maybe it was just for a memory of his 'no good' adventures. I wonder how Fred and George are doing . . . He made a promise to himself to check on them. After putting all of the necessities in his bag he once more glanced at his watch and saw it only to be 10:43 p.m. He exhaled rather loudly and got a surprised and annoyed hoot from Hedwig, she was tired of being awakened by Harry.
He trashed his room even more looking around for things he thought he may need and forgot. Rummaging through already gone through piles of nothing. Then he decided to clean his closet space of a room so that the Dursley's could fully celebrate his leaving. After this short cleaning chore he once again glanced at his watch, 11:09 it read. Time always moves slow when you're in a rush. I wish time was easier to control, he thought. You know what, forget waiting let's do this now, he finally conceded. He grabbed a quill, some ink and paper and wrote Ron a note.
"Hedwig. Take this Ron, and hurry. It shouldn't take me long and stay there, okay?" He told his beautiful owl as she went flying out of his open window.
Harry grabbed his knapsack and pulled his Firebolt from under his bed and stood on his windowsill with his broom in between his legs.
"Here goes nothing," He mumbled "bye Privet Drive."
And off he went in search of whatever he could find to find out who is R.A.B. and where the rest of the Horcruxes are . . .
A/N: sorry 'tis so short the next one will be longer if you please read. I'm going to start writing chapter two at the current time which is 1:00a.m. So understand I might be a little tired.