NOTE: Sirius Black is not dead in this story! I repeat- NOT DEAD!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters that you recognize from the
Harry Potter series.
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It was the snow that beat down, freezing the back of my neck, as I followed the train tracks back to Kings Cross station in London. Maybe from there I could catch a cab back to the Dursley's house on Privet Drive. I might not
have been here, in the middle of nowhere freezing to death, if I hadn't
heard him. He might not of noticed if I hadn't made so much noise when running away. I might still be at Hogwarts if the other students believed my words instead of his. Maybe if I hadn't of kissed her I wouldn't have been eager to get there in the first place. So eager that my brain relaxed
on the way. Voldemort might not of had such easy access if I cleared my mind first. Maybe if I didn't know how to speak the language of the snake
they might of believed me. I couldn't go to the burrow because the Weasley's wouldn't believe me. They'd believe what Ron said. And even he
didn't believe me, nor did Hermione. I couldn't go to Grimmauld place. There was to many people there that wouldn't believe me either. The only
thing left to do was leave the wizarding world completely. Maybe the Dursley's would let me back in their house if I paid them. They'd send me to the shabby, local high school for my last year of schooling. Then maybe I could get a job as a scientist or a doctor and completely forget that I had a life before that. There were two bangs like a shotgun behind me and I knew that someone had apperated in to check on me, then apperated out. I didn't jump or even turn around. The person had been doing it for the last five hours of my long walk home. It might have been Lupin... or Sirius... or
even Dumbledore. Someone was following me like always. I'm the boy-who-
lived, remember? Heres what happened...
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Ok I know. No need to tell me. It's to short. Don't worry that was only the start. I'm just taking a break from my other story while I write this one!
Ok to find out why Harry left you'll have to read the next chapter. And please! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! And please not too much flame. I don't mind a little bit but too much can cramp my style *laughs* ok this is only my
second story so please be nice! Thank you!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters that you recognize from the
Harry Potter series.
* * *
It was the snow that beat down, freezing the back of my neck, as I followed the train tracks back to Kings Cross station in London. Maybe from there I could catch a cab back to the Dursley's house on Privet Drive. I might not
have been here, in the middle of nowhere freezing to death, if I hadn't
heard him. He might not of noticed if I hadn't made so much noise when running away. I might still be at Hogwarts if the other students believed my words instead of his. Maybe if I hadn't of kissed her I wouldn't have been eager to get there in the first place. So eager that my brain relaxed
on the way. Voldemort might not of had such easy access if I cleared my mind first. Maybe if I didn't know how to speak the language of the snake
they might of believed me. I couldn't go to the burrow because the Weasley's wouldn't believe me. They'd believe what Ron said. And even he
didn't believe me, nor did Hermione. I couldn't go to Grimmauld place. There was to many people there that wouldn't believe me either. The only
thing left to do was leave the wizarding world completely. Maybe the Dursley's would let me back in their house if I paid them. They'd send me to the shabby, local high school for my last year of schooling. Then maybe I could get a job as a scientist or a doctor and completely forget that I had a life before that. There were two bangs like a shotgun behind me and I knew that someone had apperated in to check on me, then apperated out. I didn't jump or even turn around. The person had been doing it for the last five hours of my long walk home. It might have been Lupin... or Sirius... or
even Dumbledore. Someone was following me like always. I'm the boy-who-
lived, remember? Heres what happened...
* * *
Ok I know. No need to tell me. It's to short. Don't worry that was only the start. I'm just taking a break from my other story while I write this one!
Ok to find out why Harry left you'll have to read the next chapter. And please! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! And please not too much flame. I don't mind a little bit but too much can cramp my style *laughs* ok this is only my
second story so please be nice! Thank you!
