A/N: This is the second chapter to this story, sorry I haven't updated but well…I have been bust revising and writing another story. This is no longer in the first person all the way through, I got bored of righting it like that, so I will signal the time when it is in first person by //name of person//, just so no one gets confused!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter J.K.R does. I wish I did though.
Harry took one final look out over Privet Drive, he took in the perfectly aliened hedge rows, the flowers which were leaning towards the sun as it set, trying to catch the last rays of the summer's sun light, the parents calling their children in, the closing of curtains in the bedroom widows. It was as if the whole place was taking one final breath, one final breath before it went to sleep for the night. The sun set, and Harry let the breath that he was holding in out, sighing slightly. He had thought it was so well…fake when he was younger all the people caring about how each house had to look the same as one another, he remembered how his aunt and uncle were always getting him to cut the grass perfectly. It wasn't the best life but that was where he felt at home, the place where no one tiptoed round him because he was the boy-who-lived, the only savoir, no one felt the need to be nice to him just because of a scar, a name or a title, it was a place where it was not instantly cast aside once he had completed the task he was set to do.
Harry turned round and walked away, he had wanted to go back and see his family the only family he had left, but he had found that Vernom had signed a large contract and managed to get that nice early retiment that he had always wanted out in Majorca with Petunia. Dugely on the other hand has lost the weight he had acquired thanks to being sent to numerous fat camps over the holidays and had taken over his father drill company. Harry was pleased with the way it had turned out for them, they may not have been the nicest people to live with but he had found that they were the only ones that had never pretended and he was grateful for that.
Walking down the hill and up the road where he was first brought down to the Durslys house he wondered if he would ever be allowed back into the wizading world. It may not be the place he truly felt welcome to but he did have powers, and ones most can only dream of. He stopped at the park and put down his bag which was magically enlarged and made weightless to fit all that he needed in. Looking round to check that no muggles were watching he pulled out a tent, which was also magically enlarged, flicked his wand and there it was set up ready for him to use. Picking up his bag he got inside, he checked everything was in place and nothing had smashed on his journey back, he was sent exactly slumming it these past four years, well once he brought this tent he wasn't slumming it.
The tent was large with 3 rooms, on entering you enter into a comfortable sitting area with a kitchen in the right hand corner complete with fridge, cooker and dishwasher. The sitting area had a sofa and an armchair with a coffee table in the middle made out of dark wood, it had a bookcase running along the wall which housed Harry small library of books both magic and non-magic all of which Harry had devoted much of his spare time reading and studding from. Exiting off to the left off the room through a wooden door you came to Harry's bedroom, this room had a King sized four poster bed, much like those he had slept in at Hogwarts, the wood was dark mahogany which matched to desk and wardrobe that was in the room too. There was another door leading off of this room, this door lead to the bathroom which was fitted with a working toilet, shower and sink, Harry had magiced the waste to disappear and re-appear in the nearest sewage pipe, he had also charmed a water charmed on this tent which was activated every time a tap was turned on.
Harry entered the tent and deposited his bag on the sofa before getting a glass of water and walking through into his bedroom. Harry set the glass of water down on the bed side table next to his clock and a notebook and got ready for bed. Sitting down on the soft mattress in his pyjama bottoms he pulled the covers over himself and propped himself up against the headboard, once he was comfy he picked up the notebook and started writing.
'Amazing, four years ago I would have laughed at anyone who claimed that I would be back here because I chose to be. I would then told them that they needed to have a nice long trip to St. Mungos if they had told me that this is the place that I felt at home. Times have changed a lot i guess, no wait I know. Since I left I've never felt completely whole, being here has made up for part of that, but there is something else I can tell, it's like this feeling that there is something that I have missed, something big, I don't know what it is but I know it's here somewhere, as I got the London I knew I was getting nearer, I just hope I can find it.
I wonder how the wizading world will react when they find out that I'm not in fact dead, but most certantily alive will they fear me? They probably think that I am some sort of dark lord, but of what, shurly they don't think that I would kill and torture muggles! I mean Hermione was a muggle born and though she was only pretending to be a friend to me she was one of my best friends, they must be brain dead if they believe that I would follow in Voldemorts footsteps. Then what else is there? Destroying all purebloods? My other best friend, though he was once again found to only be pretending, was a pureblood, and that would make no sense, that would be condemning the wizading world to extinction. They probably just think that I want ultimate power or something, the only thing I want and have ever wanted was a nice quite life, maybe with a family...
Well I will just have to see what they believe, I wonder if they will recognise me. My scar has just faded into a tin line that is hardly noticed, especially since it is also hidden under my fringe. My hair is about the same, just not so messy. I've also grown a bit not just in height but also in well with I would say, well I'm broader, but only because I have muscles. I'm no longer pale either, I have managed to get a slight tan, no I don't think I will be recognised immediately but I will eventually, I think them thinking that I'm dead will also help to postpone the time when they realise that I'm back, I will just have to wait and find out. '
Finishing his writing he set the notebook and quill down and whispered "knocks" under his breath. Pulling the silky covers tightly around himself he went to sleep.
A/N: Short, I know but I'm tired and need to go to sleep so yer it is short, oh well, I'll try and make tomorrow longer, I'm sure it will be!!! And I know there are spelling mistakes in it, so could someone point them out for me please!!