Authors note: A new story! I felt like starting another, so I did!
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This is a really short chapter but the rest will be longer, if I don't get too lazy.
This story starts when Harry's 15.
The Harry Potter universe belongs to Joanne Rowling. Have an ecstatic time reading! :)
Harry sat on his bed in Number 12 Grimmauld Place, thinking.
The door opened and Ron entered.
Harry stood up abruptly. "Mate, please." Ron begged but Harry just shoved past him and out the room. He would not be manipulated.
He entered the kitchen and sat down. "Hey Harry." Remus smiled. Harry ignored him lost in thought.
Sirius walked in, "You should pack, Harry, you're leaving tomorrow."
Harry stood up. "Nope." He said simply. "What?" Sirius asked. "I'm not going. I've had enough." Harry stated.
Moody, who Harry hadn't noticed spoke, "Smart, never let them know your next move."
"No, not smart, you have to go to school, Harry, it's the only place you're safe." Remus glared at Moody. "Safe? Really? Cedric was murdered last year and just about every other year at least one other person has come close to being murdered and guess who that is, me." Harry walked out the room.
He opened the front door, walked out and slammed the door behind himself, his cloak and wand in hand.
He was not following orders, he was doing what he, himself, wanted.