Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or the other characters. Damn.
Thanks for all the reviews people, I love ya! This is the first time I have ever written a story on here, so I'm glad ya like it. By the way, sorry about the whole chapter 3 thing, didn't mean to do that. Just skip it. On to the story.
Later that night, Harry woke up with a pounding headache. He realized he was back in his room, sprawled on the floor. He assumed his uncle had dumped him there after his discipline session. He had only been home for two days, but by the looks of him, one would think he had been there for months. He was extremely pale and skinny, the latter having to do with the fact he hadn't been eating very well since the third task, plus two days of practically no food from his aunt and uncle. He had bruises covering his face and blood was still clinging to his split lip. Harry had had it with #4 Privet Drive. Harry looked around the room, searching for Hedwig. With a slow sigh, he realized she hadn't returned yet. "No hope there, I guess." He said dejectedly from the floor. He knew Hedwig would have been back with an answer by now, he just hoped his uncle hadn't caught her.
Realizing he was in dire straights, he gingerly picked himself up off the floor and crept towards the door. Pressing his ear against it, he could still hear the rest of the family talking downstairs in the kitchen. He knew he had to get out of the house, but how, he didn't know. He then carefully walked over to the window, cradling his ribs as he went, as they still hurt, and peered out into the night. He didn't see Hedwig coming to his rescue, as he had hoped. Instead, all he saw was black night, which was exactly how he felt in his heart. "Forget this." He mumbled to himself, looking at his bed which contained many sheets, as he wasn't allowed a blanket. As he stared at his bed, an idea began to make itself known inside his head. "Tie the bloody things together and escape out the window. Brilliant, why didn't I think of it before? Probably because you've been lying unconscious on the floor most of the time, that's why!" He said to himself as he began to tie the numerous sheets together.
As he was about to throw the sheets out the window he heard a loud ruckus coming from downstairs, mainly uncle Vernon yelling obscenities at an unknown person.
"Get out of my house, you freak!" He seemed particularly fond of that word when addressing wizards and the like. Hope soared through Harry at that moment, for he knew his uncle only used that word for only one kind of people. Himself and his kind. Then he heard the most wonderful voice ever, the voice of Arthur Weasley.
"Harry! Harry are you here?" Arthur yelled at the top of his lungs, knowing the devious little fat man in front of him was flat out lying to his face.
Dragging himself cautiously to his bedroom door, because of his various injuries, Harry started banging on the door and yelling Mr. Weasley's name also at the top of his lungs. Upon hearing this, Arthur runs up the steps following the cracking voice of Harry Potter. Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley have followed him upstairs, all the while Vernon is screaming at Arthur to get out of his home. Arthur throws Vernon a glare that shuts him up immediately. As he reaches the bedroom door, he notices that it has been double bolted from the outside. Fury rages through him, how anyone could treat a human being like this was beyond him. Raising his wand, he grits out between clinched teeth "Alohamora!" Both bolts come open and the door springs open, revealing a much abused Harry Potter. Barely able to stand on his own now, he grabs onto Arthur for support, who immediately picks him up into his arms and brushes past the Dursleys, who had been standing anxiously in the doorway.
"We'll be back for his belongings. I suggest you not be here when we do, because I can't and won't stop what his friends and his TRUE family might do to you!" With that there was a great pop and Arthur and Harry had disappeared.
"Get your things, we're leaving!" Vernon had already gone into his room and had started packing his clothes. Petunia and Dudley were quick to follow suit.
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Sorry, but I'm going to leave you here for now. I haven't thought of how I want the rest of the story to go yet. I've already started my thinking process, so I might have another chapter up by tonight, if you review, of course!!!!!