DISCLAIMER: CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY DO NOT BELONG TO ME.

CHAPTER TWO

ACTS OF DISAPPEARING

Two days later...

Harry was feeling really happy for the first time in so long as his "family" had just left the house to go on a month long vacation and that meant he was going to be home alone for the duration of that time, he didn't let the fact that they left little food or money to dampen his already high spirits or the fact that before the Dursleys left, his uncle had taken him aside and warned him not to do any funny business in the house.

"I promise I'm not going to do anything" he had replied honestly, not that his uncle had believed him.

The "funny business" his uncle had referred to, was the strange things that happened to Harry and as much as he kept telling anyone that cared to listen that he didn't know how any of these things came to happen, they didn't believe him. Like the time, Aunt Petunia had gotten fed up of Harry coming back from the barbers' looking like he hadn't even been at all, had taken a pair of garden scissors and chopped off almost all of his hair to the point that he was almost bald leaving on his bangs to conceal his lightning bold shaped scar on his forehead. Harry had gone to bed that night feeling sorry for himself and dreading going to school the next day, where he was already being made fun of because of his baggy Dudley's hand-me-down clothes and his taped up glasses. The next morning he had woken up with a head full of hair looking exactly the way it had been before his aunt had chopped it off the day before. He had been sent off to his cupboard for a week and as hard as he tried to explain that he didn't know how his hair had grown back, they hadn't listened to him.

Also like the time, he got into trouble for turning the teacher's wig blue. Or when the school had sent home an angry letter for climbing up the kitchen's roof, which even Harry couldn't understand how that had happened, one minute he had been trying to get away from Dudley and his gang by trying to jump onto the rather big trash cans in front of the school kitchen and next thing, much to the surprise of Harry and his bullies, he had found himself sitting on the roof's chimney. Although he reckoned that the wind must have caught him mid-jump. He had been sentenced to his cupboard for a week with no food.

With the Dursleys not home for a whole month! Harry could actually do things he loved to do for once like going to play in the park and he wouldn't have to sneak into the sitting room at night when everyone else is asleep to watch the television or sneak into the kitchen to find scraps of food to eat or sneak into Dudley's room when he's not around to play on his video games. It also meant he wouldn't have to sneak off to the library anymore which he had been doing since he had learnt to read at the age of three.

The truth is that Harry loved to read just about anything and is secretly a really smart intelligent child, a fact that he had had to hide from his aunt and uncle by bringing home average result report card from school, otherwise he would have been punished severely if he hadn't done, a lesson he had had to learn the hard way a few years back when he had started primary school and came home with an excellent and glowing report card compared to Dudley's abysmal and rather dreadful report card. Harry had been punished severely for trying to "outshine" and embarrass his cousin, by not being given food for three days, a lesson he had never forgotten since that day.

On his way back from the library, munching on the cookies the librarian Miss Emma had given him, which she usually did every time he visited the library as she thought he was too skinny, he heard Dudley's followers calling and running towards him which they usually did every time they saw him as it was a game Dudley had come up with to torment him further and he knew that if they caught him, he was going to get beaten up again. As he took to his heels, trying to get away from the bullies, he thought to himself "I sure wish I was in my cupboard right now, safe from these guys". Lo and behold! He found himself in his cupboard, he was so shocked that all he could do was stare numbly at his door.

"How on earth did I get here?" he thought to himself. He looked around trying to make sure he wasn't just dreaming, even pinched himself and from the pain, he was quite sure he wasn't. He thought back to what had happened and how he had ended up in his cupboard, he had wished he was in cupboard and he had gotten there.

An idea began to take form in his mind, what if he could do it again, after all he had done so before just by thinking about where he wanted to be and had ended up there. So he decided to start easy by thinking of himself in the kitchen, amazingly, he found himself in the kitchen. Excitedly he began to try other places, like the top of the stairs, Dudley's bedroom and even outside of the house, however he stopped when he began to get hungry.

As he went back in to the house to get something to eat, he decided to fire up the computer and look up what he had just done. At least now he knew that what he had doing was teleporting, he would have continued to read on teleportation except his stomach began to growl so he decided to continue later after eating.