Chapter 2

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Harry woke in the morning with a small groan. He looked around and noticed he was in Dudleys second bedroom instead of in the cupboard.

'That's odd' he thought to himself looking around the small room. The bedroom door was nailed shut and there was a cat flap installed in it. There were also bars on the windows, making escape almost impossible.

Harry looked at himself and groaned. This will take forever to clean and heal! He thought to himself, taking inventory of all of his numerous wounds.

His right leg was broken in at least one place, his left shin was fractured, his wrist was broken, four or more ribs were broken or at least bruised, cuts from the knife his uncle used on him littered his frail body. To top it off he was a cascade of blue and black bruises that didn't look as if they would fade anytime soon.

Harry looked around the room to find something to help him with his injuries and what he had wasn't to promising.

There was a ton of old and broken toys but not many things that could help a severely injured person.

"Well I guess I'll make do with what I have," He said to himself, breaking the suffocating silence.

He gathered all of the fabric he could find, including fabric from clothes on 'action figures' of Dudley's. He also gathered some flat pieces of wood that could work as splints.

Harry used his spit to wipe up the worst of the blood so he can see the cuts and put his makeshift bandages on them.

Harry looked a mess! He had FREAK carved across his chest in messy scroll. The skin that wasn't cut up was bruised, some old, some new.

He worked on putting splints on all of the breaks and then started working on covering the cuts with his 'bandages'.

When he was finished he looked a lot better, although he still looked like death warmed over. He was still grimy and still had blood covering him. His wounds were taken care of though.

'I need to get away from this! If this happens for much longer I won't live.' Harry thought to himself.

He had lived here since he was one and his parents died in a plane crash. His relatives had always mistreated him. He was so happy getting his Hogwarts letter. Harry thought that this was his chance to have friends and be normal. His dreams were destroyed when he got there. Who would want to be friends with the small abused child? Everyone already was in their group of friends.

He was the outcast once again. No one seemed to notice that all he longed for was someone to care about him. He learned as much as he could about the wizarding world, reading whenever he could, even going as far as to sneak into the forbidden section of the library.

Although Harry was smarter than most of the students at Hogwarts he hid it. He didn't want any more things that separated him from the rest of the student body; he instead strived to get average on everything.

Lost in thoughts Harry suddenly had a brilliant idea. Why not run away? It was after all his seventeenth birthday tomorrow. He could transform into his kitten form at the stroke of midnight and get away that way.

It had its risks but it was the best thing he could think of. It was better than dying in this hell hole after all.

It was already five in the afternoon. Seven hours till he had freedom he so deserved.

Harry sat on his bedroom floor in a daze, thinking of everything he could do once he was free from his cruel relatives.

He would need to go to Gringrotts and check his accounts. He would also need to get new stuff. If he had enough money in his accounts he could get a whole new wardrobe. Harry had only ever been aloud to use the school saving account; he is not aloud to access his inherited accounts until his seventeenth birthday. He also wanted to get a new wand, one that isn't tracked by the ministry of magic. All wands made in Ollivander are tracked by the ministry, he would have to find another wand shop if he wanted a new one.

Harry looked at the small alarm clock in the room in surprise when he noticed it was already ten. He was thinking for that long?! Wow only two hours left till freedom! He thought happily to himself.

Harry watched the clock for awhile awaiting the moment of his escape.

Finally the clock struck eleven fifty, ten minutes till his sweet freedom.

Nine minutes.

Eight minutes.

Seven minutes.

Six minutes.

Five minutes.

Oh so close!

Four minutes.

Just a little closer!

Three minutes.

Not too far now.

Two minutes.

Almost!

One minute.

Harry was so exited! Sixty seconds till freedom! Oh how close! He could finally be free. After what seemed like eternity the clock struck midnight.

As the clock struck midnight Harry charmed his school things smaller, put them in his pocket, and transformed. He turned into a fluffy kitten. He was black but had white around one eye, on his paws, and on his belly. His small eyes were still the intense green.

The small kitten slid out of the cat door and down the dark stairs, taking one step at a time towards freedom. He padded to the front door then changed into his human form so that he could open the door. As soon as he was out he changed back into a kitten.

He walked away in hopes of a better life.

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So it's over. How was it? I based Harry's kitten form off of a kitten I have. He is so adorable, he hisses a lot but he is the size of my palm so it's just cute, not threatening at all. Yay two chapters in one night! does a happy dance I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out, I have so many ideas and I want to write them all. I just write stories when I'm in the mood, if I'm not in the mood they suck…

So please review. I know as I was a reader of FF myself that it is annoying when people beg you to review but it would be really nice. If you are an author don't you feel wonderful when someone reviews? Doesn't it make you feel like exploding in happiness when someone tells you your story is good?