The Next Day
You guys ready for chapter two? Here we go! Thanks for the comment about spacing! I hope this works!!!
Harry Potter awoke to the sound of his goddamn aunt knocking on his cupboard door. "Get up now you lazy ass! Your uncle has plans for you!"
Harry groaned, sat up, turned on the light, and said "Alright, I'm up." He pulled on some socks, prepared himself for his doom, and opened the door.
To his surprise, Uncle Vernon wasn't out there. no one was. How very strange, he thought for sure he was going to be pummeled again. Still tense, he walked into the kitchen for breakfast. None of the Dursleys looked at him, no one even acknowledged his presence. He sat down at the table, and reached for a piece of toast, none of the Dursleys tried to stop him. Before they changed their mind, he shoved it into his mouth. Breakfast was actually, kind of pleasant.
As he was about to go upstairs, his uncle stopped him. "Be ready in five minutes, you are going to help Dudley with his lesson." He snapped.
"What! Why?"
"Because I said so boy! Now move your ass, before I have to kick you up the stairs!"
Fine, say what you like, thought Harry, I'm leaving in a few hours. So, he went upstairs and went to the bathroom, and came back down, slowly making his way towards the garage, where Dudley had his lessons.
When he got out there, Uncle Vernon was waiting for him. "You," he spat, "are going to be Dudley's punching bag, and if I hear one, just one, bad report from Dudley, I'll kill you! You hear me?!"
When his uncle left, Dudley came at him with a strong left. It knocked the wind out of him and he fell to the floor, gasping for breath. While he was down, Dudley took the opportunity to kick him repeatedly in the ribs, which several of them were already broken. Blinded by pain, he clumsily tried to stand up.
"I guess that will teach you to make me wait, won't it? Maybe I'll tell dad you didn't listen to me just for fun, to see what he does, you think I should?"
But Harry was only half listening, for his hand had just fell upon. a staple gun! Quick as a flash, he jumped up and slammed Dudley in the face with it. He was aiming for the eye, but fell a little low and got his nose. While Dudley was jumping around, screaming in pain, he grabbed a shovel and slammed him in the face with it, knocking him out. He then ran back up towards the house.
He snuck in through the window, grabbed all of his belongings, school stuff, cloak, shoes, extra socks, owl, the usual, and snuck out of the window.
His plan was that he would hide somewhere and wait for nightfall, then call the night bus, and catch a ride to the Leaky Cauldron. There he would live until he went back to school, where he knew Ron and Hermione would help him bring back his parents. He just had to make it until September 1st.
But first he had to find a hiding spot. He looked around for what seemed like forever, until finally he found the perfect hiding spot. It was a small little space in between two buildings.
He went in there and, since he hadn't slept properly in two months, sat down and fell right asleep. When he woke up, it was already pretty dark, so he crawled out and stuck out his wand hand.
All of a sudden, a large bus appeared out of no where. He hitched a ride and made it to the Leaky Cauldron. Tom, the bartender, gave him room number 313. he went iin and immediately fell asleep again. Tomorrow he would get his school things.
sorry I haven't updated in a while, but the holidays, and my grandma died. its been hectic, anyway, I hope you liked chapter two, the next one will be more interesting, I promise.
You guys ready for chapter two? Here we go! Thanks for the comment about spacing! I hope this works!!!
Harry Potter awoke to the sound of his goddamn aunt knocking on his cupboard door. "Get up now you lazy ass! Your uncle has plans for you!"
Harry groaned, sat up, turned on the light, and said "Alright, I'm up." He pulled on some socks, prepared himself for his doom, and opened the door.
To his surprise, Uncle Vernon wasn't out there. no one was. How very strange, he thought for sure he was going to be pummeled again. Still tense, he walked into the kitchen for breakfast. None of the Dursleys looked at him, no one even acknowledged his presence. He sat down at the table, and reached for a piece of toast, none of the Dursleys tried to stop him. Before they changed their mind, he shoved it into his mouth. Breakfast was actually, kind of pleasant.
As he was about to go upstairs, his uncle stopped him. "Be ready in five minutes, you are going to help Dudley with his lesson." He snapped.
"What! Why?"
"Because I said so boy! Now move your ass, before I have to kick you up the stairs!"
Fine, say what you like, thought Harry, I'm leaving in a few hours. So, he went upstairs and went to the bathroom, and came back down, slowly making his way towards the garage, where Dudley had his lessons.
When he got out there, Uncle Vernon was waiting for him. "You," he spat, "are going to be Dudley's punching bag, and if I hear one, just one, bad report from Dudley, I'll kill you! You hear me?!"
When his uncle left, Dudley came at him with a strong left. It knocked the wind out of him and he fell to the floor, gasping for breath. While he was down, Dudley took the opportunity to kick him repeatedly in the ribs, which several of them were already broken. Blinded by pain, he clumsily tried to stand up.
"I guess that will teach you to make me wait, won't it? Maybe I'll tell dad you didn't listen to me just for fun, to see what he does, you think I should?"
But Harry was only half listening, for his hand had just fell upon. a staple gun! Quick as a flash, he jumped up and slammed Dudley in the face with it. He was aiming for the eye, but fell a little low and got his nose. While Dudley was jumping around, screaming in pain, he grabbed a shovel and slammed him in the face with it, knocking him out. He then ran back up towards the house.
He snuck in through the window, grabbed all of his belongings, school stuff, cloak, shoes, extra socks, owl, the usual, and snuck out of the window.
His plan was that he would hide somewhere and wait for nightfall, then call the night bus, and catch a ride to the Leaky Cauldron. There he would live until he went back to school, where he knew Ron and Hermione would help him bring back his parents. He just had to make it until September 1st.
But first he had to find a hiding spot. He looked around for what seemed like forever, until finally he found the perfect hiding spot. It was a small little space in between two buildings.
He went in there and, since he hadn't slept properly in two months, sat down and fell right asleep. When he woke up, it was already pretty dark, so he crawled out and stuck out his wand hand.
All of a sudden, a large bus appeared out of no where. He hitched a ride and made it to the Leaky Cauldron. Tom, the bartender, gave him room number 313. he went iin and immediately fell asleep again. Tomorrow he would get his school things.
sorry I haven't updated in a while, but the holidays, and my grandma died. its been hectic, anyway, I hope you liked chapter two, the next one will be more interesting, I promise.