Hey, yeah it's me coming to babble about nonsense -don't worry thought i won't take long! I'm just going to be honest and say that i don't know where i'm actually going with this story except that Harry and Hermione is going to end up defying Dumbledore and the ministry and just , well, rebel. This is not going to end up a Harry Hermione pairing however. I just started this story as a cute little Hermione thing before i got a briliant idea ! Which was to make a story where they actually fight back, but lets not get to that quite yet, there's still a far way to go before that ! Uhm, i just wanted to give a hint like some sort of a hint before the story (If your actually reading this) and say:
Harry potter's normally grim face adored a smile as he exited the classroom. He could hear his cousin , Dudley
complaining about the movie the class has just seen. "It was a girl movie, and she was a freak too! The teacher must be nuts if she thinks im actually going to write about this!"
The class had gotten in homework to write about the movie they had just seen -Matilda and for once, Harry was looking forward to this and he was planning on giving the teacher the original -not the just passable he normally gave in.
He ran towards privet drive 4 -the place he called home before he stopped, e perplexed look on his face.
Privet drive 4 has never been a place where anything good happened to him, and a home was supposed to be a place of safety -wasn't it? Well, obviously the place wasnt his home after all, harry supposed he didn't have a home -for now.
Harry ran the rest of the way, coming to 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging just at time.
Aunt Petunia sniffed in her usual snobby fashion when he came in the door she gave him his list of chores being carefull to not touch his hands, as if they were filthy, this didn't bother Harry who was used to this at all thought, he barely noticed as he was already scurrying of to finish the chores so he could begin his essay.
About an hour later he was vacuuming the living room when he heard the door slam open. Looking up he saw Uncle Vernon looking absolutely furious -and he was heading towards him!
"In to the cupboard, and no food for a year you FREAK!" Uncle Vernon was yelling so load spit was flying through the air.
Harry didn't hesitate running in to the cupboard-before uncle Vernon would try to throw him in by his neck, which was something Harry would rather avoid as it always made his teacher ask awkward questions, and actually hurt a bit.
Harry didn't know what he did, but he supposed it had to be rather bad for Uncle Vernon to be in such a rage -not that Uncle Vernon was usually calm, it was quite opposite in fact. Harry could quite vividly recall being yelled at on one time because he had been 'too easy to notice', he had been five then and after a week with barely any food (He got whatever was left, which wasnt much since Dudley usually ate all -usually just to make sure Harry was miserable) he had learned how to blend in the shadows, in hope that Uncle Vernon wouldn't notice him or something wrong he had done later.
Or that time Aunt Petunia tried to hit him with a pan (he was getting rather good at ducking by that point) because there was a storm coming where they had to be locked up in the house with him and his 'freakish self' as they said.
But then Harry's thought backtracked, did he really do anything wrong? His relevatives always told him it was his fault, but really how could he -a 9 year old boy- control the weather, it just didn't make any sense!
Harry wasn't something special, in fact Harry was just that, just Harry! He didn't think he had any power over the weather, in fact -shouldn't the weather be controlled by his emotions then ? He couldn't recall it raining every time he was sad, in fact it was random -the weather -just as it was supposed to be.
So why did his relevatives blame such things on him ?Harry pondered this, before he came to an occlusion :
He didn't know, but it wasn't fair -And he won't have it any longer!