Chapter 2: The Manifestation Of Communism, Eh?
I thought it weird that such a book was found in the Library, I had heard of 'Communists' on the news when I had access to it, which was usually very limited, all I knew that Britain and America disliked, or even hated them.
I opened it up to the table of contents, and, as usual, started at the first chapter. Something about the bourgeois and the proletariat.
I knew what the bourgeois was from the french history textbook i had read a couple months prior to finding out about my wizard-ness, and I thought it interesting that the book featured it. I was a fan of old history, of the Middle Ages, and the Egyptians, but modern history bore me like no other.
The chapter referenced the Middle Ages, referring to the fact that the working class had been respected greatly back then, the smiths with their steel, the time of farming boys working everyday, every week, no matter sickness, or injury.
It reminded me about my childhood.
The Dursleys worked me till I could work no longer, and then some, but unlike the working class of the middle ages, it was not for food and survival, providing the family with care, and shelter.
No, for the Dursleys it was because I was different.
The Dursleys did not know how magic worked, but at Hogwarts, it is the main lesson they teach throughout seven years, How Magic Worked, or at least what we discovered about it already. Gamp's Law of Transfiguration, was one of the ways magic worked.
And at Hogwarts, Magic is important.
I came back from that sudden train of thought, I;ve been known by my friends for having zones outs when i think, it was just how I thought.
The book, in my eyes, was telling the truth. I empathized with it, in a silly little way, I was the proletariat, and... my relatives were the bourgeois. Of course, that is a bit extreme, but in some senses it is true.
Harry decided he would read this book, he would read it like a Ravenclaw.
And he read, and he believed.
I thought of it in a sort of 'My life is sort of like those of the working class' way, and thought about what I had read, Karl Marx said that the bourgeois would ironically provide the proletariat with the resources to attack the bourgeois, But if I wanted to be home, at Hogwarts, there would be arguments.
The Purebloods would say it was unfair, and target me, especially because I was the 'boy-who-lived', if I wanted to stay at Hogwarts, it would be impossible.
Because of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore wanted me at the Dursleys, where I was either wasting away ,or doing chores,. And what Dumbledore, The most powerful sorcerer world, wanted, Dumbledore would get. I already knew that Dumbledore had half of the Wizengamot under his thumb, it was general knowledge, known by everyone, even the Minister of Magic.
And to oppose a powerful political figure, would require power.
And so I resumed scheming.
I would require all of my trunk, especially my Gringott's vault key, but that was locked in the cupboard, with my wand. I don't really know, but I didn't really consider myself an expert at wandless magic, the only one who probably knew how to do that was Dumbledore, of course.
So when magic fails, what else can you turn to? Why non-magic of course! I needed to learn how to pick a lock.
Which was illegal, in mostly everywhere, but there sure was crime in Little Whinging, and there sure was a lot of it, Little Whinging was split up into 2 parts, Lower Whinging, and Higher Whinging. The Dursley's house was up in Higher Whinging, but I knew that I would most likely have to travel to Lower Whinging, or as Aunt Petunia refereed to it, The 'Projects'.
I had been down to Lower Whinging before when I had been chased in Dudley's game,'Harry Hunting', for me though, it was not much of a game, more of, a gotta run to survive situation.
Whilst Vernon never beat me, Dudley did indeed enjoy throwing punches, and I was just another scrawny kid he would beat up. The thing is, compared to other kids, he had access to me much more often. And so Harry Hunting was born into existence.
So I learned to run, and Dudley learned to recruit those faster than him, as he himself couldn't catch me. One of the best things I learned to do when being chased, is to put obstacles between yourself and your chaser.
So little young me knew were Dudley would not go, would not even step a toe in, Lower Whinging. But I did not know why he would not.
Higher Whinging and Lower Whinging were separated by a pair of train tracks, and Dudley knew more about that then I did, which rarely happens, of course.
Petunia had expressly told him about it, probably the only time in his life that Dudders was forbidden from doing something, to not go into Lower Whinging, she had told him about the dangers in Lower Whinging, but as usual, she did not even think of telling me.
And being unaware of this, I had ran straight into a very dangerous place. Dudley and his friends had stopped at the train tracks, and at the time, I hadn't even noticed. Lucky for me, even in the darkest places, there was always a bit of light.
A man at the age of 19 or 20 had come up to me, and he had told me the dangers of that area, "Run on back to your family, boy." he had said. Of course, I have never considered the Dursleys family before. But I did follow his instructions, and ran on home.
If I hadn't been stopped by him, I would've probably ended up with a knife in my gut. But now I knew where to go to learn something illegal.
I was going to Lower Whinging.
I was able to communicate with Petunia on why I should be able to leave whenever I can, and I was able to persuade her, with the use of a few threats of course, the Dursleys didn't know how magic worked, after all, probably thought i could do magic with a wand on the spot.
I just threatened to turn them into frogs of course.
So now that I able to come and go whenever I wish, I got a pair of Dudley's old jeans, and a hoodie, both of which barely fit me, and tried to blend into the Lower Whinging, which was made up of old or used clothing.
And I stepped outside the door and made my way down to the train tracks, several blocks later, and I was at the train tracks. I then prepared myself to cross over into Lower Whinging, whether for good, or for bad.
(A.N. Heyo this is the Cp.2 obviously, if you notice any mistakes or anything to be improved upon, I would really appreciate it if you left a review, if you have any facts you would like to share, comment those as well. :)
