Interrupted: Chapter 4

Author's Note: Ok so I lied this is the last chapter before the time jump, but never fear it is a short one. I probably should've added this to chapter 3 but I forgot and then I decided to just insert it into the story as an interlude to the actual story, so as to get some other perspectives besides Harry's. First note for this chapter, someone brought it to my attention that I didn't put a pairing for this story and they asked that I mark it as slash if it's going to be a slash fic. To this person and all other persons who have an issue with this, I deliberately left the pairing unanswered because I have created a character that Harry will be paired with, and I wanted their appearance to be a surprise in the story. No, this is not a slash fic, but there will be one or more slash pairings within the fic but Harry will not be in these pairings. Second note is that in the story they'll be a few time jumps so pay attention to the tine stamps listed. Third and final note is that after the name change in this chapter Harry will henceforth be known as Evan Harper. Now that I've gotten that all out….. Enjoy!

Thoughts

Goblin Speech

'Parseltongue'

"Speech"

Chapter 4- An Interlude

*A week after Harry's departure from Privet Drive*

Albus Dumbledore was not having a good day; in fact it wasn't a good week. It was safe to say that this was probably the worst week he'd ever had to date. All the plans he had made for the foreseeable future were crumbling beneath him like the ashes of a phoenix that never rose. He stared out bleakly at the landscape before him, the lake outside the headmaster's tower was warm and inviting, yet to Dumbledore it appeared to taunt him. The lake reminded him of the plans he had made that were slowly, but surely sinking like an abandoned ship.

*The day after Harry's departure from Privet Drive*

The gizmos and gadgets that he'd set up in his office, oh so many years ago, had exploded in a spectacular display that had ruined his bookshelves. In the middle of the night they had exploded, and it had gone unnoticed by Dumbledore until the early hours of the morning. Apparently some time in the dead of night Harry Potter had left Privet Drive; however that was not where Albus's problems ended. When he had gone to Privet Drive to ask Petunia about what had happened he came upon a scene straight out of his nightmares. Number 4 Privet Drive was now a crime scene, yellow tape surrounded the house and numerous police cars were lined up along the street. The neighbors had come out of their houses and people from several streets over had come to gawk at the scene, many of them exclaiming on how they'd never known the Dursleys were "those" type of people. As Albus looked around he knew that there was no way he could obliviate this mass amount of people and get away with it, so resigning that he had to leave the Dursleys to their fate, whatever it would be.

*Four days after Harry's departure from Privet Drive*

If one was looking for Vernon Dursley he could be found sitting in an interrogation room, purple-faced, and panting as he was endlessly hounded by a various number of police officers. Vernon had been forcibly removed from his home three days ago and had immediately been shoved into the small white walled, dimly lit room that he currently found himself residing in. He'd been kept up overnight for the past two nights just so he could be questioned. He had told the officers until he was literally blue in the face that he hadn't done anything to the freak that he didn't deserve. "Mr. Dursley, you do understand that you're facing jail time, you're being accused of child abuse and potential murder because no one has seen your nephew in days. You have been demoted to scum."

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you guys I didn't abuse the little freak. Hell, I let him live in my house for free after his freak parents got themselves killed. I didn't even want him, but I took him in because they said the little shit had nowhere else. He's a freak and a danger to my family, he hurt my poor Dudley a ton of times."

"Mr. Dursley, if what I've heard is true; then it's actually your son who has been harmful to your nephew. In fact he has built up quite a reputation as a bully among your neighbors."

"That's a lie! My boy is a good boy! Those people are jealous liars, the whole damn lot of them!" Vernon was livid by this point, wheezing out the words as he frothed at the mouth. He was a respectable, normal man with a respectable, normal wife, and a respectable, normal son, who lived a respectable normal life. Vernon Dursley had been living the good life before the freak, and now that he'd finally gotten his wish and gotten rid of the freak everything had gone south. With that realization Vernon Dursley began to cry.

*One week after Harry's departure from Privet Drive*

Albus Dumbledore had been following the situation with the Dursleys for over a week now. After the initial interrogations and interviews it quickly became clear that the Dursleys were guilty, but of what it wasn't exactly sure. Nobody knew the extent to what the Dursleys had done, except for one little twelve year old boy who had disappeared in the night. Harry Potter hadn't been seen in weeks, the search for him in the muggle world had been called off, but for Albus Dumbledore the search would never be over. The savior of the Wizarding World had to be found at all cost. Without Harry Potter there was no hope for the survival of the Wizarding World, the evil that is Lord Voldemort would never see an end. The prophecy clearly said that Harry was the only one who could kill the Dark Lord and if he was lost then there was no one who would be able to stand against him.

*The day after Harry's departure from Privet Drive*

Albus had gone to Gringotts immediately after finding out that Harry had vanished and dealing with the Dursley debacle; however, the Goblins had been less than forthcoming. They were obviously reluctant to help him. He had walked into the bank and immediately demanded that he be able to speak with the manager of Potter accounts. Albus had told the teller that it had been of the utmost importance, but they had made him wait for hours before they finally took him back to see the account manager; however, it wasn't the account manager that he'd previously dealt with. Walking into the office of the Goblin who now sat before him he jumped into a spiel on how imperative it was that he figure out if Harry had withdrawn any money recently and if so where could it be traced to. The Goblin listened to him, quiet, and reflective; when Dumbledore finished he waited for a response, but the one he got was not at all the one he expected. "Mr. Dumbledore, you do realize that Mr. Potter's whereabouts are none of your concern, and you have no financial or custodial rights to him."

"I think you're mistaken, I'm Mr. Potter's magical guardian" Dumbledore said with an air of arrogance. The Goblin gave him a blank stare in return. "Well Mr. Dumbledore I guess the bank has been remiss and forgot to inform you, but as of…" he looked down at an expensive, hand-crafted, one-of-a kind watch "8 hours ago Harry Potter is an emancipated adult in the magical world, and is holding numerous titles." Albus found himself astounded, all his plans had been for naught, and Harry Potter was now beyond his reach. Harry had bypassed all the security measures he had put in place, and now no one had any idea how to find him and bring him back. Albus got up and abruptly left the room, he'd already lost eight hours, and the Order had no other choice but to find Harry. He apparated from right outside the bank doors with a loud pop, and appeared directly in his office. Moving towards the floo in a pace that was highly deceptive for someone his age he stuck his head in and began to make frantic calls. "Minerva, get the Order together immediately. Harry Potter has gone missing, and the Dursleys have been arrested. I don't have time to answer questions we've already lost enough time as it is." Dumbledore left a bewildered Minerva in his wake as he left in a flurry.

Harry Potter had never been on a plane before, but now he found himself sitting in first class at a height of 30,000 ft. Harry had gone through a Goblin ritual at the bank that had revealed that he was the heir to the line of Gryffindor, Potter, Perevell, and surprisingly an old Greek line that had almost died out named Herod. He had been legally emancipated, and had his name changed, Harry Potter was dead and Evan Harper had been born. Evan had been granted full access to all his vaults and had the trace removed from his wand as well. Now with a new name, money, and all his magic at his disposal he was headed for America. Harry had never before been outside of Privet Drive until he left for London, and now he found himself facing the challenge of uprooting to a completely different country. Harry had always been adaptable and now Evan would have to be too. Evan was facing a change in not only location, but in culture and customs, but instead of thinking of it as a burden he saw it as freedom. Having spent the majority of his childhood locked away in a drafty cupboard, friendless, and unwanted he had learned the hard way to appreciate the moments when he was able to escape and be free from the chains of his past. Now as Evan Harper he was no longer chained down by his parents' death, or his name, or his scar; Harry Potter had escaped from bondage, and now Evan Harper would live.