Harry opened his eyes with difficult, he was felt like had running a marathon,his bed was more hard than usual, then remember what happen the last night, look to his relatives, the uncle Vernon and Dudley didn't move, for other hand , his aunt breathe very slowly , had the lost look and saliva fall from her mouth.
-Aunt Petunia? - say Harry with genuine concern.
She didn't responde, kept seeing the emptiness, his other relatives didn't reaction to any words who Harry said them.
-I killed them?, really i am a mounster? ...NO, THEY ATTACKED ME, I ONLY DEFENDED MYSELF.
The boy looked in the floor, next to him a piece of blood, his blood, if he hadn't defened , probably the person who would dead would was him, looked how the sunlight cross the window , probably was the midthday,
for his good luck, it was saturday, then nobody would notice that Vernon dind't goes to the job or his cousin to school, but the question now is, what have i to do? , two of his three relatives were dead and the third was like a zombie, he didn't had any other family or friends can help him, in a short time the neighborhood would understand what happend, in this moment his survival instinct returned, he would not let tha the fear conquest him , not again, they deserved this destiny, Harry quicly went up the ladders , take the camping backpack of his cousin, clothes, food and other things, finally searcherd for the credits cards of his uncle Vernon.
When the night falled the young Potter take the bicycle of his cousin y dind't look back, left his "home" , he are terrified, but for other side he felt free for firts time in his life.
