Summary: Harry has been beaten by the Dursley's his whole life. One night he comes home late and Vernon beats him. Harry lay in his bed thinking; finally, he decides to run away. What happens when he meets up with someone that is going through that exact same thing that he is? Will a relationship form? What about the person that Harry loves? What will happen to Voldemort? Who will win the war? Read to find out.
This story will be rated for the following reasons:
Violence (abuse)
Language
Nudity/Graphic Sex (in later chapters)
Self-harming
Other
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot, and a few other things that will appear in later chapters.
Chapter 2: The Knight Bus
Harry had a small smile on his face as he walked a few blocks away from Privet Drive. He was finally sixteen, which meant he was of age to live on his own. For now, though, he decided to stay at the Leaky Cauldron until the start of term and look for a flat at the end of the school year. He was excited at the thought of living on his own. Sure, he'd still have to clean, but not as much, and he wouldn't get beaten if he wasn't finished at a specific time. He smirked as he thought that nothing could go wrong today.
Harry turned the corner and looked around to make sure that nobody was there. He waved his hand and a mirror appeared out of thin air, he waved his hand again and the mirror glowed; now he was able to see himself in it. He could see that he had a black eye and two bruises near his left and right temple. He waved his hand in front of his face and the bruises disappeared, he used a glamour spell. Then he lifted up his sleeves and did a glamour spell on his arms. He raise he right hand above his head. The next second there was a loud bang and a blinding light. Harry threw his arms in front of his face to shield his eyes from the light. He lowered his arms a few seconds later and saw a purple, triple-decker bus that, in gold writing on the windshield, said The Knight Bus. The doors opened and a young man in his twenty's stepped out.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I'll be you conductor for this morning," said the conductor.
Harry looked up at Stan; Harry had noticed the change in him. He had less pimples and he looked a little taller. Stan stepped of the Knight Bus and stood in front of Harry, Harry was about an inch shorter then him.
"Where do you wanna go?" Stan said.
"The Leaky Cauldron," Harry said as he waved his hand and his trunk levitated.
"K, that'll be eleven Sickles," Stan said, "But for firteen you get a 'ot chocolate, and for fifteen you get an 'ot-water bottle an' a toofbrush in the colour of you choice."
"For fifteen do I get a hot chocolate as well?' Harry asked.
"Yep," Stan said.
"K," Harry said as he pulled out some money. He grabbed a Galleon and handed it to Stan. "Keep the change."
"Thanks," Stan said as he stepped back onto the bus, Harry right behind him with his levitating trunk.
"You 'ave this one," Stan said, pointing to a bed near the back.
Harry nodded his head as he waved his hand and his trunk levitated over to his bed and lowered to the ground at the foot of it.
Harry walked over to his bed, took off his shoes and lied down. Stan came over to him a few seconds later with a hot chocolate, hot-water bottle and several different coloured toothbrushes. Harry took the hot chocolate and the hot-water bottle from Stan, and then he chose a green toothbrush. He put them all on the nightstand beside the bed. Stan was about to leave when Harry spoke.
"How long will it take 'til we get to the Leaky Cauldron?" He asked, somewhat coldly.
"If we go there first, about five minutes," Stan answered.
"How many people are on, not including me?" Harry asked.
"Well, the top an' middle decks are full, an' they each hold a dozen. An' there are five people down 'ere. So, that's twenty-nine," Stan answered.
"How long will it take us to get to the Leaky Cauldron if I'm the last one off?" Harry asked dully.
"About an 'our an' a 'alf," Stan said.
"Thanks," Harry said.
"No problem," Stan smiled as he turned and walked away.
Harry rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. There was a loud bang and the bus started moving at a fast speed. He sighed as he opened his eyes. Stan was walking up the stairs holding onto the railing so that he didn't fall. A moment later Stan appeared at the top of the stairs and started walking down them. The bus made a sharp turn and Stan fell on his butt. When he got up Harry noticed that there where to people him. They were holding hands and carrying a lot of luggage.
'They much be running away together,' Harry thought.
He sighed as he thought about his love. But, he knew that she was in love with someone else. He had known that she loved someone else, even before he got a crush on her. Why did she have to love someone else? Why couldn't she love him? He knew that even if she did love him it would only be because he was the saviour of the wizarding world. The question that really bugged him was why did she love his best friend, Ron Weasley, of all people. She was smart, pretty, and better then that. He knew he shouldn't be thinking badly about he best friend, but he couldn't help it.
Harry also knew that Ron secretly loved Hermione, he had told him one night. And, Hermione had told him that she was in love with Ron. Harry sighed. As he continued to think, he didn't even know why he loved Hermione in that kind of way. Besides, what was the point of loving someone who would never love back in that kind of way?
As Harry continued to think about Hermione, he began to realize that he didn't actually love her. As he continued to think about her even more he realized that she was bossy, really nosy and a little to snobby for his tastes. He concluded that he didn't even like her in that kind of way. Then as he thought about why he even loved her, he suddenly he realize that he never loved her in that kind of way, he only thought he did to try and ease the pain of losing people that he loved. He did love her, but only as a friend. Harry let out a small smile as he realized that he only loved her as a friend and nothing else, he noticed that he felt much better. The pain that he felt because she wouldn't ever love him back had vanished.
Harry felt much better now, like a piece from his heart that was missing was back. He figured that finding out that he didn't love Hermione was the first step in healing his broken heart. Now, he could move onto things that are more important that he needed to heal in his heart. But, he knew that he couldn't do anything about the major hurt until he healed every other little hurt that he felt.
Harry knew that everything was going to take some time, but he knew that he could do it. He could work on some of the very small hurts during school, like having a low self-esteem, looking on the positive side on things more often, finding out if people only liked him because he was the saviour of the wizarding world. Besides, he knew that school would take his mind off of things for a while.
BANG!
The Knight Bus had stopped; Harry went flying to the foot of the bed and hit his face off of one of the poles at the end of the bed. He winced; he had hit the side of his face that was bruised. His eyes started to water a little as he moved to lie back down. He knew that the bruise was going to be bigger now. Harry grabbed one of the poles at the head of the bed so that he didn't go flying again.
BANG!
The bus started to move again. Harry let go of the pole and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. He sighed; at least he wouldn't have to ever worry about his uncle beating him again, or worry about his uncle…
Harry shook his head; he wasn't going to think about that, not now at least. But, he knew that if he ever wanted to heal his broken heart that he would have to think about that, tell someone and talk to him or her about it even. Until that day came, he wasn't going to think about it.
"'Arry," Stan said, startling him and making him jump. "Sorry about that, but your 'ot-chocolate spilled, do you want another one? I can but it in a bottle."
"Sure," Harry said as he sat up. Stan went to get a Harry another hot chocolate. A moment later, he returned.
"There you go," Stan said as he handed Harry the bottle of hot chocolate.
"Thanks," Harry said dully as he took the bottle from him.
"No problem," Stan said as he sat down on the edge of the bed that Harry was sitting on.
"Stan," Ernie called.
"Yea?" Stan called back.
"Go and get Ms Savannah McCarthy, her stop is in a few minutes," Ernie said.
"K," Stan called as he stood up and made his way to the second deck.
A few minutes later Stan returned with a girl that looked about fourteen. They made there way to the front of the bus. Harry noticed that her luggage was levitating. When Savannah and Stan made it to the front of the bus Savannah waved her hand and her luggage lowered to the ground. Harry looked at the trunk that she had, it had the Slytherin crest on it.
BANG!
The bus stopped, Harry grabbed a pole just in time to stop himself for flying forwards. Savannah waved her hand and her trunk levitated. She walked off the bus, her trunk behind her.
BANG!
Harry let go of the pole and lied down on his side. Stan was walking by Harry's bed, making his way to the second deck when Harry spoke to him.
"How much longer 'til we get to the Leaky Cauldron?" Harry asked.
"'Bout another 'our an' ten minutes," Stan said.
"How many more stops?" Harry asked.
"Stan," Ernie called, "Go and get the Castelhano family."
"Ok," Stan answered.
He stood up and made his way upstairs. A few moments later he returned with five people behind him. They each had dirty-blonde hair and green eyes. There were three children and two adults; they were each carrying a lot of luggage. They made there way to the front of the bus and stopped.
BANG!
The bus stopped, Harry had grabbed a pole just in time to stop himself from flying forwards. The Castelhano family walked off the bus as quickly as they could. The children were the first one to get off, then the adults.
BANG!
The bus started moving, and Stan started to walk back over to Harry. He noticed that Harry looked tired, like he hadn't slept in days.
"Sorry," Stan said, "What woss the question?"
"How many more stops left 'til we get to the Leaky Cauldron?" Harry asked coldly
"'Bout three," Stan said.
"Thanks," Harry said.
"No problem," Stan said as he walked back to the front of the bus.
Harry sighed as he closed his eyes. He still had about an hour until he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron he figured he might as well try and get some sleep. He lay in the bed for five minutes tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, but to no avail, it was useless. He decided that he would just lie there until the Knight Bus arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.
As he lay there, he began to think again. Would they know where to send his letter for school supplies? If they knew where he was, would they try and send him back with his aunt and uncle? Would they let him stay or make him go with them somewhere? Would they question him as to why he ran away? Would they even care if he were gone? Would they even notice if he was missing? What would they do about it? As all these things ran through his head, he began to wonder if anyone out there even cared about him and didn't care the he was the Saviour of the Wizarding World. Harry really hope so, he knew that that would make life a little bit easier for him knowing that at least one person care about him and didn't care that he was supposed to save the Wizarding World.
Harry hoped that, if they found him, they wouldn't question him about what made him run away and what happened that they didn't know abut, because he didn't think he was ready to talk about it yet, it would be to much to deal with. He didn't think that he would be able to handle it, he was afraid of what might happen if he did tell someone. He didn't even want to think about what would happen. He couldn't stop himself, though. He knew that he would probably break down and cry and he didn't want people to think that he, the Saviour of the Wizarding World, was weak and couldn't handle what his uncle and cousin had done to him.
Also, he knew that something would happen to him uncle and cousin if he told someone what they had done to him, and he didn't think he was ready to deal with that either. He would probably have to go to court because they would charge him for the things that they did to him. That would mean that he would have to tell everyone what he had been through. He knew that the Daily Prophet would have a field day about what he told everyone. He could just imagine what everyone at school would think about him if they were to found about what he had been through. Harry knew that Malfoy and the other Slytherin's would probably make a joke about it all and tease him to no end.
Harry sighed; he didn't think he would be ready for anything that was going to happen in the next month or so. If they did ask him why he ran away and what was wrong then he would refuse to tell them, at least until he was ready, but he knew that that wouldn't be anytime soon. He just hoped that they wouldn't ask him and that they would just let him stay where he was going for the rest of the summer. If they did, in fact, do that, then he would have a whole month to himself. A whole month to think about everything that he went through and to try and help himself get over most of it.
Harry knew that if they found him and let him stay at the Leaky Cauldron that he would have to work on breaking his habits. He knew, though, that old habits die-hard. He also knew that it was going to be hard, but he had to find some way to make himself feel better about everything that he had gone through throughout his entire life and to deal with everything, besides cutting, he knew he had to stop that. Harry tried to think of some other ways of dealing with everything, but he couldn't think of anything. He would probably think of something after he had more sleep or if an idea suddenly came to him, either way worked for him though.
He sighed, it was going to be difficult to get through everything, he knew that, but he was going to do it, getting through this was some he had to do. Harry promised himself that no matter what happened or how long it would take, he was going to get over everything. He knew he needed to talk to someone about it, but he didn't know if he was ready yet. First, he had to find somebody he could trust to talk to about it. Second, he had to make sure that he was ready to tell someone everything that he had been through.
As Harry lay in the bed, he began to think of some people that he could talk to. The first person he thought of was Dumbledore, but Harry didn't feel entirely comfortable around him, the look that Dumbledore would always give gave Harry goose bumps, it was as though he knew everything.
The next person that he thought of was Remus, but he didn't think that it was such a good idea. Remus was still trying to cope with the fact that Sirius was gone, forever. Harry knew that telling him what he had gone through in his life would only make things worse for Remus. Remus already had enough to deal with, what with losing his best friend and all, and feeling like it was his fault that Sirius was gone. Harry didn't need to make Remus fall into an even deeper state of depression then what he already was in. Harry sighed; maybe he could talk to Remus about everything one day.
Another person came to mind, Tonks. He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk to her about it either. Sure, she was fun loving and very optimistic, but he didn't feel that comfortable around her. Harry knew that she was also trying to cope with the loss of Sirius; he had been her cousin after all. Harry decided that he didn't want to trouble her with his problems, she had enough of her own without adding his troubles to the equation.
Harry sighed again; he couldn't think of anyone else that he could possible talk to about everything. For now, Harry decided to give up on trying to think of someone to talk to. All Harry wanted to do was try to get some sleep. Harry rolled over onto his side in an attempt to get comfortable, but still it was no use.
"Stan, go and get the Rathier family, their stop is in a few moments," Harry opened his eyes and rolled onto his back when he heard Ernie speak.
"OK," Stan said as he walked to the stairs at the back of the bus.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Stan disappear up the stairs. Harry sighed, he was tired, and he couldn't wait to get to the Leaky Cauldron. A few seconds later, Stan emerged at the bottom of the stairs with four people behind him. There were two children and two adults. Stan led them to the front of the bus, where they stood waiting. Harry, knowing what was about to happen, grabbed onto one of the poles at the head of the bed.
BANG!
The bus stopped with violent jerk, the Rathier family looked almost thankful to be off of the bus. The family was having problems getting off the bus; one of the children carrying a trunk had gotten caught on something. Stan, with a wave of his wand, helped the little child get free, and then he picked up the trunk and carried it of the bus. When Stan got on the bus, he sat down in the nearest seat, then he grabbed onto a pole that was near.
BANG!
The bus started to move again, Harry let go of the pole and closed his eyes again. He was tired and wanted to sleep, he knew that if he fell asleep now that he wouldn't wake up when it was time for him to get off. He had to fight the tiredness, but he couldn't think of how to do that. He had thought about reading but he knew for a fact that that would make him even more tired then what he already was.
After a few moments of coming up with nothing to do to keep himself awake, Harry decided to just lay there and do nothing. He knew that he could just lie there and do nothing; he would probably end up laying on the bed thinking about something. At the moment, Harry had so many things that he wanted to think about, he didn't even know where to begin. He sighed, he needed to find someway to keep track of his thoughts, to organize them, to get them out of his head so that he felt better about things. He knew that just thinking about things wouldn't make him feel any better it would just make him feel worse, he had to find some way to get them out of his head, so that they weren't there as much and they weren't as painful when he thought about them.
Maybe he could talk to someone about it, but he already established that he didn't think he was ready to tell anyone just yet. So, with talking to someone out of the question, that didn't leave many options. He could put his thoughts into a Pensieve, but he didn't know where to get one, so, that was out of the question too. He tried hard to think of some other way to make himself feel better about everything. He sighed in frustration, he couldn't think of anything.
After a few moments, Harry gave up on thinking of some other way to manage his thoughts. Instead, he decided to just think about something that he wanted to feel better about. He didn't really care what it was because he didn't even know where to begin thinking about everything. Should he start with the worst things first or should he start with the small things and work his way up to the worst things? Harry didn't know, he figured that he wouldn't be able to feel better about the worst things until he feel better about all the smaller things. He decided to start with the smaller things.
Harry couldn't think of anything, though. There was one thing that he kept thinking about; why his uncle always beat him? Harry had wondered that for as long as he could remember. When he was little his uncle used to hit him a lot when he didn't finish cleaning the house at a specific time or when he did something wrong. He always thought that his uncle was only disciplining him. As he got older, though, his uncle began to actually beat him.
For as long as he could remember, Harry was always told that he was useless, stupid, incompetent, and that he didn't deserve to live. For a few years Harry wondered why his uncle was always saying things like that and wondered what he had done wrong to make his uncle so mad at him all of the time.
For so long, Harry remembered crying himself to sleep because he felt that, no matter how hard he tried, he could never do anything right. Vernon had always made him feel useless, unwanted, and like he didn't deserve to live. From the ages of five to eleven were the years that Harry could cry himself to sleep almost every night. He didn't understand why Vernon would always yell at him and hit him; even now, Harry didn't completely understand why Vernon did that. He had something of an idea, though. Harry didn't think that his idea was even close to the real reason why.
Harry let out a sad sigh as he remembered all the emotional abuse Vernon had put him through. No person, especially a young child like Harry used to be, should have to suffer anything that Harry went through in his life. He wouldn't wish anyone to go through what he did, not even Draco Malfoy.
Harry was brought back from his thoughts when he heard Ernie shouted, "Stan, go and wake up the Hiwatari family, their stop is in about ten minutes!"
"Ok," Harry heard Stan call back. Harry sighed as he heard Stan walk past him; he just wanted to get to the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry rolled over onto his side and opened his eyes; he wanted this ride to end. He let out a small smile as he remembered that there was only one more stop before he could finally get off of the Knight Bus. A moment later Stan appeared at the bottom of the staircase with four tired looking people, two children and two adults. They looked in rough shape, their clothes where all torn and dirty. Also, they didn't have any luggage.
As Stan and the Hiwatari family walked up to the front of the bus, Harry sat up and grabbed one of the posts at the head of the bed, preparing himself for the stop. As Harry looked at the front of the bus, he felt sort of sorry for the family that was about to get off. He could tell that, by the state of their clothes that they were a poor family. Harry was reminded instantly of the Weasley's.
BANG!
The Knight Bus stopped and Harry, the Hiwatari family and Stan jerked forward slightly. Harry didn't have time to think any more about the Weasley's and the Hiwatari's, because the Hiwatari's were getting off the Bus. Harry caught one last glimpse of the family before they disappeared off the bus, they all looked sad.
BANG!
The Bus jerked forward as it started to move again. Seeing as he was sitting up, Harry decided to drink some of his hot chocolate before it was his stop. Harry reached for the bottle that contained the hot chocolate, took the lid off and drank some. It was still a little hot, but not to hot. Harry put the lid back onto the bottle and put the bottle back on the nightstand. He lied back down and yawned, he wanted to get to the Leaky Cauldron so he could get some sleep.
As the minutes ticked away, Harry started to worry. What if someone was already at the Leaky Cauldron, waiting for him? What if they wanted to take him back to the Dursley's? What if they punished him for running away? What if they forced him to tell them why he ran away and what was going on that they didn't know about? Harry shook his head; he didn't want to think about that unless it actually happened. Knowing the people that he knew, though, they probably would be there waiting for him.
Harry felt himself getting a little angry at the thought that people wouldn't leave him alone; just let him have time to himself. Couldn't people understand that he wanted to be left alone, that he didn't want to be bugged by anyone, that he just wanted some time to himself? He sighed, wasn't there anyone that knew what he was going through right now? Wasn't there anyone who was going through that same thing that he was, so that they could suffer together? Harry was tired of always being alone; he wanted someone to be here for him, to comfort him in his times of need. Sure, he wanted to be left alone, but this was different. He wanted to be left alone by the adults and the media, and anyone who wanted to know things that he didn't or wasn't ready to tell them.
Harry shook his head, he didn't want to think of anything right now, all he wanted to do was sleep, but he knew that he would have to wait at least twenty minutes. He sighed, he knew that it was probably going to be the longest twenty minutes of his life. He opened his eyes and sat up, he grabbed his hot chocolate and drank some more of it. Harry drank the rest of the hot chocolate in one shot, and put the bottle back on the nightstand. Harry was starting to get impatient; he wanted to get to the Leaky Cauldron so he could sleep.
"Stan, go and get Ms. Kyra -" Ernie was cut off.
"Yea, yea" Stan said, not caring that he interrupted Ernie. Stan made his way upstairs to get Kyra. A few moments later, he emerged at the bottom of the stairs with a young girl. She looked about fifteen; she had red bangs and long black hair that was tied in a high ponytail. Also, she was very pale. She had on black clothes, which made her look even more pale then she really was, and lots of chains and spikes; she was dressed in the same style as Harry, rebel and punk.
Kyra followed Stan to the front of the Bus. Harry grabbed onto the pole so that when the Bus stopped he didn't fly forward. He noticed that Stan and Kyra grabbed onto a nearby pole, too.
BANG!
The Knight Bus jerked forward as it came to a stop. Kyra walked off the Bus with a blank expression on her face, but Harry saw doubt and some determination in her eyes. Next second, Kyra disappeared from view as she stepped off of the Knight Bus.
BANG!
The Bus jerked again as it started to move again. Harry let go of the pole and lied back down. He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them Stan would be telling him that his stop was in a moment. Harry knew that it wasn't that simple, though, nothing in life was simple, especially with him.
Harry sighed; something about the girl that just got off reminded him of someone. He didn't know whom, though. The way that she held herself, her eyes, her face, her body structure (from what Harry saw), her hair, they all reminded Harry of someone, but he couldn't think of who it was. Harry felt as if he knew her, but it was impossible, he had never seen her before.
Harry remembered overhearing Dumbledore talking to someone, Harry didn't know who, and mentioning the name Kyra. That was a few months ago, though. Harry started to wonder if that girl was the same girl that Dumbledore had mentioned. He couldn't be sure, though, because Dumbledore was cut off before he could say her last name, if he was going to say her last name, and Ernie was cut off from saying this girl's last name because of Stan.
Harry shook his head; he really wanted to know who that girl was now. He wanted to know who she reminded him of, too. Maybe she worked for the Order of the Phoenix, seeing as Dumbledore was talking about her, and he just hadn't heard about her. He figured that there must be a lot of people working for the Order and he didn't know about them. Maybe she was working for Lord Voldemort. There were hundreds of possibilities about who she could be. He decided that he wouldn't worry about that right now, though, he would ask Dumbledore about it later.
Harry sighed; he just wanted to get to where he was going so that he could sleep. He rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes; he knew that his stop couldn't be much longer. Harry figured that maybe if he closed his eyes that the next time he opened them would be because Stan was shaking him, telling him that his stop would be in a few minutes. With that thought, Harry let the feeling of numbness take over him. Harry had just about entered the realm of dreams when he opened his eyes to see Stan standing in front of him.
After Stan saw that Harry was awake he left. Harry let a small smile grace his tired face; he was finally going to get some sleep. He quickly sat up, put his shoes on and waved his hand, making his trunk levitate behind him as he walked to the front of the bus. A moment after he reached the front the bus jerked, and Harry, not paying attention, went flying into the windshield of the bus. He groaned as he got up and exited the bus, his trunk behind him.
BANG!
The Knight Bus took off into the blackness of the night. Harry sighed, it had been a long night and he wanted to check in at the Leaky Cauldron and sleep. Harry walked into the building and made his way to the front desk where Tom, the Innkeeper, was standing.
"Hello, how many I help you?" Tom said politely.
"I'd like to rent a room until the end of the summer, please," Harry said coldly.
"Okay, that'll be fifty Galleons," Tom said. Harry took fifty Galleons from a pouch on his trunk and handed the gold to Tom.
"Thank you," Tom said as he took at gold from Harry. "You will be staying in room eleven, but I must let you know that-"
"I really don't care at the moment," Harry said, snappishly. "I just want to get to my room and sleep."
"Yes, sir," Tom said as he handed Harry the key for the room he was going to be staying in.
"Thank you," Harry said as he took the key and turned around, walking to where his room was, his trunk floating along behind him.
Harry didn't need anyone to show him where his room was because three years previous he had stayed in that room when he ran away from the Dursley's. This time, though, he knew that he wasn't going to ever go back to the place again, no one could make him. Besides, even if he did end up back there, he would just leave again, he was old enough, now, to live on his own and he had enough money to pay for things until he finished school and got a job. If they did try and make him go back to that retched place he wouldn't go, at least, not without putting up a good fight.
Harry figured that when he got to the room that he was staying in that he would be alone, so he took down his glamour charm and continued to make his way to the room. When he arrived there the light was on, he assumed that it was supposed to be. He opened that door and walked in, trunk floating along behind him. When he and his trunk was in, he shut the door. He looked around the room and saw something unexpected.
"Fuck!"
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