The new light.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is obviously not mine, anything you don't is.

Two

Harry skipped down the stairs and jumped the last two. He landed silently.

"Cupboard, cupboard, cupboard. Where are you." He pondered to himself. "Aha! There you are!" he took hold of the handle and tried it.

"Damn, looked too. Right." He pulled hard at the cupboard door and it swung free.

"Hehe! Go me! Right trunk." He turned the cupboard light on and saw his truck sitting there in the gloom. "Almost as if you were waiting for me." He ran a hand fondly over its top before taking it by the sides and easily lifting it up onto his shoulder.

"Right back to the room." He moved back up the stairs to the open door of his room. He moved inside and shifted the trunk so that he had one hand free he turned on the light.

Blinking slightly he took in the room. "What a mess." He shrugged "Oh well." He dropped the trunk onto the floor and it landed with a loud bang.

"Right move everything into the trunk take out cloak and broom fly – fly – fly to Diagon alley, get some money go in search of the Death Eaters, return to London in time for school. Oh yeah and kill voldi."

He then began to move around the room picking everything up that he needed and throwing it into his trunk. He pulled out his wand.

"Dissimulo!" he muttered tapping his wand to the air around him. "Perfect right."

He moved to his trunk where everything that he owned was now. "Cloak, cloak, cloak – there you are com'ere cloak. Got ya!" he pulled out his fathers invisibility cloak and put it on the floor next to the trunk.

"Right Firebolt. Where are you, you stupid broom? There you are – right at the bottom bloody typical. Oh well right gotcha!" he laid the broom down beside the cloak and then shut his trunk with a snap. He waved his wand over it and it shrunk down he bent over picked up the minute trunk and placed it in his pocket of the robe he had been wearing before he had fainted.

He picked up the broom and the cloak and left the room.

"Where are you going boy?" came Vernon's voice.

"Out" he replied simply before going downstairs and opening the front door.

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