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Harry sat on his bed bored, being bored was one of his most common bad habits. Unless he was doing something interesting or fun then he was bored.

He stood up and walked over to the bedroom door. For the fourth time he tried to opened it and for the fourth time it stayed locked. He had thought of unlocking it with his wand but when he had tried to find his wand it was nowhere to be seen.

"I'm going to go insane if I don't leave this room in the next twenty minutes." Harry muttered.

He walked over to the window and looked down. He was very high up. Maybe if he climbed out onto the window sill and then jump onto the tree, it wasn't far away, it was only two or three meters away. He decided that he should at least try and if he died, he could blame it on Voldemort for locking him inside a bedroom.

Harry slid the window open and climbed out onto the window sill. He took a deep breath and jumped. He landed on a thick branch and stumbled. He grabbed onto the branch before he fell and pulled himself up.

He looked down and saw a shed. He could land on the roof if he jumped and then he could climb down from there to the ground. He jumped and landed on the shed's roof. He then carefully slid down and he sighed when he felt his feet touch the ground.

He smirked and walked around the manor onto the street. He wondered if Voldemort had erased all the traces of him being arrested. Harry hoped he did because then he could go into public.

Harry had heard of the night bus but had never been on it. He decided that now was the time. He then realised he still didn't have his wand. Maybe he would be able to summon it now that he wasn't in his room. He held out his arm and closed his eyes hoping his wand would appear and seconds later it did. "Yes!" Harry cheered. He then stuck out his wand hand and grinned as the purple bus appeared.

"Welcome to the night bus my name's-" "Yes, yes, I don't care. Number four Private Drive." Harry said throwing the man a galleon. He stepped onto the bus and sat down. He held tightly onto a pole; his friends had told him that it was a very fast bus.

Harry got off the bus and walked towards his most hated place.

He knocked on the door and waited for it to open. His aunt glared at him as soon as she opened the door. Harry pushed past her and entered the house. He walked up to his bedroom and looked around, there was nothing he needed from there. He walked back down the stairs again feeling excited.

Harry strode out of the house, wand in hand and a huge grin on his face.

He would never see his uncle or aunt again. His cousin was at school which was a pity, Harry would have liked for him to be home as well but he supposed he couldn't have everything.

There was a loud pop and five aurors appeared, "Harry James Potter we have a warrant for your arrest." Harry smirked, "Why?" "You have been charged for the murder of two muggles at exactly one twenty-five this after noon."

"Imperio." Harry pointed his wand at each auror.

Seconds later, the aurors were headed back to the ministry to clear Harry's name.

Harry grinned and headed happily back to Malfoy Manor.

Harry skipped up to the front doors and swung them open, "I'm back!"

Everyone turned. "We didn't know you left." Someone muttered. "Where did you go?" Voldemort snapped. "To my muggle relatives." Harry grinned. "Let me guess you killed them?" Voldemort sneered not actually realising that the answer would be, "Yes."

Everyone stared at Harry. "Harry Potter, the boy who lived, a murderer." The lady with curly black hair sneered. "I didn't choose to defeat Voldemort." Harry defended. "You dare speak his name?" She said quietly. "Well, yeah it's just a name." Harry shrugged. "You disrespect The Dark Lord you die!" She then charged at Harry who stepped out the way just before she stabbed him in the eye with her wand. He then ignored her angry cries and walked upstairs to the library.

It was time to read up on some dark magic.