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Chapter 8
Of Thinking and Thoughts
Staring out over the water Harry couldn't help the sense of dread that was growing in his soul. It had stopped for a minute at the flare of hope that knowing he wasn't alone, brought him but reared back into existence at now knowing that no one would openly help him because of how dominate the mutation was. Not wanting to be exposed as well. He couldn't blame them.
To Harry things were looking very bleak at this point of time. Voldemort was gaining power and he Harry had killed someone and was expected to kill again. Sure it might have been Bellatrix that he had killed but he was still responsible for ending a human life. With his bare hands none the less. He had wanted to kill her at the time with the need to see her blood spilt raging through his veins. He still wasn't sure how he felt about it.
Shuddering as he remembers the ease at which his claws had sliced the witch open, the warmth as her blood poured onto his hands. Then the stickiness as the blood had started to dry making his shirt cling to his still hairless skin.
However what scared him the most was the pure animalistic pleasure that had engulfed him as he watched with morbid satisfaction as the life quickly left her eyes.
He didn't want to kill again but it seemed that he would have to, as he was apparently the only one who could kill Voldemort. The mere thought caused a shiver to run up and down his spine wither from dread or something else he did not know.
Sure Voldemort had to die. But who else would stand in his way of completing this task? Could he kill the death eaters? What about the ones being controlled or blackmailed into service? What if they had seen the error of their ways but were in too deep to back down?
Would he be able to take a life and rob someone of their family members, a mother or father, son or daughter, aunt or uncle? All he knew was that he would have to figure it out fast.
Could he kill people whose friends and family were being held hostage?
What about those who were raised to believe what they were doing was right?
Or those that just wanted justice for themselves after injustices were inflected upon them by others like the ministry?
Who was he to blame the werewolves for siding with someone who offered them the slimmest hope and promise of a better future for themselves and their families? Other then Remus whose dad had worked in the ministry why didn't any of the others get the chance of an education or a job?
Surely if he had had so many of his right removed due to something he couldn't control as was likely to happen to him now he would fight for what was being denied to him. He would fight those like Umbrige who would want to lock him up and from what he understood she was just an extension on the majority of views of those who lived in the wizarding world.
After reading some of the old records on dangerous magical creatures when researching info for Buckbeaks trial in third year and now think back on them he could see how the ministry was hated by those not seen as human. He had been shocked at how many werewolves had been killed after the end of the war when he was only a year old. Yes where witches and wizards were sent to Azkaban with or without a trial real or sham, any other creature, seen as having human intelligence or not like again the werewolves, vampires or even giants, alongside anything else were either killed on sight or within five minutes with no chance of an acquittal or retrial. Most hadn't even had the benefit of a charter witness let alone a lawyer.
So yes he could now see how the promise of fair treatment along with revenge had appealed to them. Even with a faint promise and a very high chance of nothing coming from but the hope, for just once the chance to hold ones head high in public and not be cursed and looked down upon. That promise was very tempting after how his house had reacted, let alone the rest of society especially as he was now subjected to the very same laws.
Honestly how would he be able to support himself let alone a family if he wasn't allowed to find a job? To not be allowed to wander the land to hunt and fend for himself, to be rounded up and tagged simply because he didn't fit one persons idea of what a intelligent creature should be? Not worthy of recognition and his abilities ignored just because some on thought they knew what was best for him. It seemed that only those that lived away from human civilization had any peace. Maybe he would visit the vampires or something to see if he could find a place.
He could now better understand the goblins and why they had gone to war with wizards in the first place. Not just for money or power but the ability to have control over their lives which they mostly got except for the right to carry a wand.
Would he fight for his freedom? Yes.
Would he fight others because they were promised that which had been longed denied him? Only if attacked first.
He would only fight Voldemort now because of his methods of killing those that he saw had no use in the world and no right to learn and use the powers they were born with.
But he wouldn't go out on his own and pick fights with his followers those who just wanted a better life.
However those that followed just for the joy of torture, killing and the power he would kill if they attacked him again.
He did know that if anyone attacked with the intent to kill him he now knew that he would defend himself up to and including killing them if he had to.
War was war after all and he would be dammed if he played the noble helpless hero one more time. If blood had to be spilt to keep him and those with him safe then so be it.
Pulling himself from those morbid thoughts he sat down on the boulder and pulled his chain out of his bag. Looking at the seemingly innocent pendent he knew had not only the glamour but also a detailed tracking charm on it he couldn't suppress the shudder at the thought of someone knowing where he was all the time. With the charm that Hermione had been talking it was the strongest one legal so it would keep track of where he was with a radius of forty feet. So if he placed it in the cupboard under the stairs it would just say he was in or near his house for a couple of days when he left.
He didn't know when he had decided that he wasn't going to come back all he knew was that he had to leave sometime in the first couple of weeks of being at the Dursleys. For the first bit he would keep it with him and practice hiding his appearance but when the time came he would take his bag and money and leave.
Grabbing some parchment and a quill with ink he started to write a letter to the goblins. Not even noticing that he was writing only by the light of the full moon.
Within the letter he asked if there was any way for him to make automatic withdrawals from his account like a card that could also be used in the muggle world and he also asked for a statement with the balance for his vault. He also asked if they knew of any way he could get a passport in a hurry for both the magical and muggle world, along with a list of all the branches of the bank in the world.
Standing up he placed the quill and ink back in his bag and dusted the parchment with the drying sand and planned to buy some pens as soon as possible. Blowing off the excess dust he rolled up the letter and tied it with some extra string and sealed it shut with some hot wax and used his thumb to stamp it.
He then walked to the owlery to post it. He watched as Hedwig soared in and after a couple of rubs and a soft nip she took the letter and left. She also left with instructions to wait for him at his relatives place. As there was no point in her flying back to the castle when he would be leaving in less than eight hours.
Pulling off his boots Harry crept down the stairs and through the halls to get to the library. When he arrived he started to look up information on the treatment of different magical creatures around the world and in Europe.
The more he researched the more he knew he had to leave the country soon. It seemed that as far as Muggle Britain had advanced in equal rights to people and even in ethical treatment of animals Magical Britain had gone backwards. Where muggle's were fined for excessive hunting of game animals or just taking the prized part like the antlers of a stag, wizards were rewarded for the killing of wild Hippogriffs at a purse of 50 Galleons per head.
It seemed that every creature that was classified as a beast and possibly dangerous could be killed the second it stepped out of a reserve. If a Mermaid swam out from its underwater village by more than ten kilometers, then they could be killed as the wizard wished. Sure muggles could kill a wolf if it was on their land but normally unless it was threatening livestock or people it was left alone or tranquilized and relocated unless it was part of population control to try and maintain the balance of predator and prey which is when they were hunted. But only a specific number were killed and only if you had a license could you hunt them legally.
When he checked the other books he soon found that the three best places for him to go would be France, Germany or the United States of America. The French would be accommodating but they were too allied to Britain unless he hid in the Alps but he didn't like the idea of all the snow. The US was too far for him to go on his own for the moment. So Germany it was then. He would just have to figure out how.
Looking at a map he found out that the Black Forest was basically a giant reserve for any creature that could make its way there. Scattered throughout were a couple of vampire covens and werewolves packs. The book said that the werewolves that lived there had only taken up arms against wizards during major conflicts the most recent being the war with Grindlewald in which they fought with the allies not against as the other packs had.
Making a mental note to tell Remus he glanced out a window. He was shocked to see that the sun was starting to rise. After putting his book away he decided to eat in the kitchens again as he didn't think the response he would get from the rest of school would be any better than that he got from his own friends.
He stood in the shadows of the entrance hall with fur hidden and bag on his back after eating and waited for the first of the carriages to arrive. When he saw it start to pull up he grabbed Neville and Luna and dragged them to the first one. After a silent ride they reached the train and quickly clamed a cabin right behind the Prefects in hopes that not to many people would come looking for trouble so close to the front. The door was locked and curtain closed to deter any one from just coming to gawk at them.
Throughout the ride they mostly sat in silence while reading. The bit they did talk was about plans and that was when Harry popped the question about travel documentation in the wizarding world. To his surprise he found out that all you needed to do was ask at the bank for the papers and supply a drop of blood to register your magical signature and it would work with both muggle and magical authorities and the image on it would only appear after the blood and would age with you and the date on it changed as well so you only needed to get one copy in your life.
Upon further questioning he found out that muggle and magical screening were different so that if a wizard traveled muggle style particularly an underage wizard with muggle relatives the border patrol would only analyze the person as a muggle and not do any extra searches on them. In Harry's opinion it would be a great way to smuggle something prohibited into or out of the country, or for someone to escape a country.
That plan in place now all he would have to do was figure out a way to convince the Dursleys to take him to Germany sometime in the next two weeks or at least across the English Channel. But then again if he had enough money to pay for the tickets he could say it was a gift for looking after him for so many years and that he would be leaving them as soon as possible would help as well.
After the train had pulled into the station and Harry slipped on the chain and grabbed his trunk, he was surprised to see the twins come towards him. Without saying anything they handed Harry an envelope nodded and left wading through the crowed and met up with their friend Lee.
Not seeing any one else around Harry said goodbye to Neville before his Grandmother could integrate him and promised Luna to keep the nargels away. He then proceeded to slip through the barrier to try and find his Aunt and Uncle.