Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other stuff. If I did I
wouldn't be here would I?
Summary: Set after Ootp. Harry can't take it anymore so he runs away and meets a girl.
Rating: PG 13 for mild language and suicidal stuff.
A/N: This is my second story I have written. This sucks but I write for fun. Nothing else. Also anything that is written like "This" is Harry's thoughts.
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"Give us a shout, if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row we'll send someone along.....
Moody's words echoed in Harry's head as he sat up in his bedroom. Sighing he tore a piece of parchment and wrote on it.
Everything is fine. Hedwig's been happy to be going in and out every couple of days. The Dursley's are feeding me. No weird dreams or anything. - Harry.
He looked down at the letter. Most of it was true, except that he was still having dreams. Looking at the clock, Harry fastened the noted to Hedwig's leg and she took of out the window. Looking at the clock again, Harry laid back on his bed.
"I'll be sixteen in twenty minutes"
Harry began to let his mind wander and before he knew it he fell asleep.
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"You sodding bastard. What the hell have we done to you?" A girl's voice screamed
Harry answered in a cruel harsh voice "Since when do I need a reason to kill?''
He raised his wand and screamed the words "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry's eye's snapped open. He sat up and looked at the clock. 1:30.
"I've been sixteen for an hour and a half"
Harry took a deep breath and opened the window. He knew that there would be some owls coming from people sending him birthday gifts. And sure enough a few minutes later Pig came flying into the room, squawking and fluttering around.
"Pig, calm down or you'll wake up the Dursley's" Harry hissed.
Taking the letter he opened it and it read:
Happy birthday Harry! How's your Holiday? We're in London. We've been there for a few weeks. Fred and George's business has been great. Percy is talking to us again. Hermione isn't here but she's coming next week. It feels weird without Sirius here. I hope your not blaming yourself for it still. Errol has your present. And remember Harry IT WASN"T YOUR FAULT. -Ron.
Harry smiled at little. Ron sounded like his mother. Telling him it wasn't his fault. IT WAS his fault that Sirius died. It still hadn't stopped hurting. Just then Errol burst into the room. Connected to his leg was a parcel. Untying it he placed Errol in Hedwig's cage. Inside was some assorted toffee's and a fake wand. Harry grinned; it was some Weaslys' Wizard Wheezes. Harry suddenly felt extremely tired and he flopped back on his bed and went to sleep.
Summary: Set after Ootp. Harry can't take it anymore so he runs away and meets a girl.
Rating: PG 13 for mild language and suicidal stuff.
A/N: This is my second story I have written. This sucks but I write for fun. Nothing else. Also anything that is written like "This" is Harry's thoughts.
******************************************************** Chapter 1
"Give us a shout, if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row we'll send someone along.....
Moody's words echoed in Harry's head as he sat up in his bedroom. Sighing he tore a piece of parchment and wrote on it.
Everything is fine. Hedwig's been happy to be going in and out every couple of days. The Dursley's are feeding me. No weird dreams or anything. - Harry.
He looked down at the letter. Most of it was true, except that he was still having dreams. Looking at the clock, Harry fastened the noted to Hedwig's leg and she took of out the window. Looking at the clock again, Harry laid back on his bed.
"I'll be sixteen in twenty minutes"
Harry began to let his mind wander and before he knew it he fell asleep.
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"You sodding bastard. What the hell have we done to you?" A girl's voice screamed
Harry answered in a cruel harsh voice "Since when do I need a reason to kill?''
He raised his wand and screamed the words "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry's eye's snapped open. He sat up and looked at the clock. 1:30.
"I've been sixteen for an hour and a half"
Harry took a deep breath and opened the window. He knew that there would be some owls coming from people sending him birthday gifts. And sure enough a few minutes later Pig came flying into the room, squawking and fluttering around.
"Pig, calm down or you'll wake up the Dursley's" Harry hissed.
Taking the letter he opened it and it read:
Happy birthday Harry! How's your Holiday? We're in London. We've been there for a few weeks. Fred and George's business has been great. Percy is talking to us again. Hermione isn't here but she's coming next week. It feels weird without Sirius here. I hope your not blaming yourself for it still. Errol has your present. And remember Harry IT WASN"T YOUR FAULT. -Ron.
Harry smiled at little. Ron sounded like his mother. Telling him it wasn't his fault. IT WAS his fault that Sirius died. It still hadn't stopped hurting. Just then Errol burst into the room. Connected to his leg was a parcel. Untying it he placed Errol in Hedwig's cage. Inside was some assorted toffee's and a fake wand. Harry grinned; it was some Weaslys' Wizard Wheezes. Harry suddenly felt extremely tired and he flopped back on his bed and went to sleep.