Chapter 3:Harry's Plan Goes Bung

Harry woke early that morning and was relieved to discover that no Draco Malfoy lay in miles of him. The dream had been both a terrifying and dreary one. If Draco got an ax like the one from Harry's dream Harry would be crushed. He had to have that ax before Draco!
First though Harry would have to get out of his house before be began to daydream about his future at Hogwarts. Harry crept to his door and was pleased to discover that it was not locked at all. Harry suspected that his uncle had unlocked it before he had gone to bed. Sure Harry's relatives hated him but they didn't want the police coming and arresting them for charges of child abuse. So instead of torturing Harry all the time his relatives simple abused him in the privacy of their own home instead of in the public. Things had never changed with the Dursleys and they never would. Harry would always hate them and they would always hate Harry.
As Harry snuck down the creaky stairway he could hear his uncle's loud snoring from his bedroom downstairs. Luckily for Harry all of his relatives would sleep through a natural disaster let alone a boy of fifteen sneaking down a creaky set of stairs. Harry deciding that there was no point in sneaking down stairs that creaked loudly either way began to walk normally down the stairs. He was half way down when he placed his foot on one of the last stairs and the wooden step fell through. Harry became immediately unbalanced and flew through the air soon landing at the bottom of the stairs with a large 'thud'. Harry did not move for a minute due to pain and pure terror that he might have awoken one of his relatives. The sound of Vernon's snoring once again reached his ears. Harry sighed. He was still undetected and safe. With a slight struggle Harry rose from the floor still sore with a few acquired bruises that would appear in the next few days, but other than that he was fine.
The now sore Harry headed to the closet where Harry's relatives had locked away his wand. Due to the discovery of Harry's godfather the Dursleys had given in to letting Harry have all of his other magical possessions and school supplies provided that they never saw them. Harry's uncle though had confiscated Harry's wand in fear that his nephew would curse him or another member of the family. Since Uncle Vernon was not known for his intelligence he had not even taken the time to lock the closet door or set any barrier to prevent Harry from getting his priced wand. He simply opened the closet grabbed his wand and headed quickly back up stairs. This time Harry made sure that he avoided the broken stair. Luckily for Harry be would be long gone before his uncle or aunt could blame him for the broken stair.
Harry closed his bedroom door behind him and then quickly collected all of his belonging onto his bed. His plan was to throw all of his belongings in the bush that lay just under his window then he would jump out afterwards. Harry began this process and one by one his belonging landed into the bush softly. Even Harry's heavy and large trunk did not make much noise as it fell on top of the rest of Harry's belongings that already lay there. Last and certainly least was Harry threw the book Hermione had given him out the window. It appeared that a page or two fell out but Harry didn't care he didn't actually intend to read it. It would be just another book to sit on his bookshelf and look pretty but never be read.
Now the time had finally come for Harry himself to go out the window. Harry headed over but to his dismay no matter how hard he tried he could not fit through the tiny window. What was he to do now? All of his belongings lay waiting and sat stuck inside his room. The spirit's plan was not going to work after all. Harry did not know what to do now. Since he was to big for the window there was no other chance of escape as far as he could think. He sat on his bed and pondered for a short minute of any other ways out of the house that would get him on his way to Hogwarts. None came to mind. Harry's head then began to ache from all of his thinking. Harry then began to feel defeated.
"My plan has gone bung!" Harry cried, "How am I to leave now?" Suddenly a plan so crazy and insane that Harry might be able to pull it off formed in his head. Maybe just maybe Harry could sneak out the front door. Unlike his window Harry could actually fit through the door. Excitedly Harry headed back down the stairs and to the front door. Harry took a deep breath hoping that his plan would work. He slowly opened the door stepped outside and closed the door behind him. His plan had worked! Now Harry could finally be one his way to Hogwarts. It was so early in the morning that the whole street still lay fast asleep except Harry.
Now quite content Harry removed his wand from its case and immediately signaled the Knight Bus. It soon appeared and Harry was given assistance with his many belonging. To his surprise no one else was on the bus. The driver told him that business had been slow lately due to some mysterious deaths that had recently occurred in the wizarding world. The driver handed him a copy of the Daily Prophet before Harry headed to his bed. Harry thanked him then went to his assigned bed and looked at the headline it read, 'He-who-must-not-be-named kills two more wizards'
"What's so mysterious about that?" Harry wondered aloud.
"It's not who did it that's mysterious," the driver relied overhearing Harry, "It's how they died, really the Ministry had no true proof it was you know who, but everyone thinks it's him. He's coming back and more powerful than ever some say. Plus the Dark Mark was seen at every death scene."
"Strange," Harry mumbled as he read over the article. The two wizards were found at the same time in totally different places miles and miles away. Yet how could Voldemort be in more than one place at a time? A great fear filled Harry, he needed to get to Hogwarts as soon as possible because he knew the only one would could really protect him was Dumbledore.