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Summary: Harry has had enough of letting his life being controlled. He's braking loose and taking his life into his own hands.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. If I did I would be doing better things than this.
Now to get down to business.... "Well, thank you again. I have to get home. It's time for me to get to bed. Please remember to visit me sometime. Bye."
And as suddenly the kid gave Harry his address, he started running towards Magnolia Crescent, presumably to his house.
Harry, not knowing exactly what just happened, started to walk back to #4 Privet Drive with the small boy Mark still in his mind. ________________________________________________________________________ When Harry got home, he was met by three people, none of who were happy. Vernon Dursley, Dudley, and Aunt Petunia were all giving Harry the 'You-are- a-freak-and-we-never-want-to-see-you-again' look which was specially made for him. Harry, guessing that it was because he was bullying Dudley, began to form excuses in his mind on how to get himself out of the upcoming onslaught of yells. When Harry came closer Vernon straightened himself up to his full height (it didn't change too much) and tried to become as intimidating as possible. Tried.
"Your lot came to our house again."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"What did they say?"
"Who do you think you are orderin-"
"I said what did they say?"
Vernon growled, but told Harry the news.
"Your lot said that you had to stay here until August 31st."
"What!!!!!"
Not even waiting for a reprimanding Vernon Dursley to regain his composure from his outburst, Harry dashed into the house, up the stairs, and into his room to write a letter to the Order of the Phoenix to ask why he had to stay there for another two months. But when he got to his room he found that Hedwig was gone, but in her place was a letter. In a flash Harry unfolded the letter and began to read.
Dear Harry,
I know that you want to leave the Dursley's and go to the Burrow or #12 Grimmauld Place, but you must remain here. I know that you will be unhappy, but you must understand the situation. Also as you have probably noticed, you are not receiving any mail. We can't risk any information being intercepted. I hope your summer goes well and please stay out of trouble.
Best wishes,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry couldn't believe it. He read and reread the letter three times before flopping on his bed and registering the information. Anger swelled up inside of him and he began to curse Dumbledore's name. After a few minutes he started to settle down and think about the letter.
'How can they do this to me? They can't deny me of this information. It is my right if I am the one prophesized to defeat Voldemort.'
Harry roared in frustration and anger. He then to wept.
'Why? Why Sirius? Why? How am I supposed to avenge your death if they still treat me like a child?'
Something then clicked in his head. It was almost as if someone turned on a thousand watt light bulb in a dark cavern.
'If they aren't going to let me do anything with my life, then I'll have to take control of it.'
Harry suddenly felt very tired and began to close his eyes. His last thought was 'This is for you Sirius.'
The next day...
Harry woke up the next day feeling refreshed and energetic. He then remembered what he had promised himself the previous night.
'I must start now before that manipulative bastard can take control again.'
The first thing Harry began doing was practicing Occlumency.
'I will not let myself be fooled again'
Harry with new resolve began training himself. He tried to remember everything he could about what Snape taught him, but he just couldn't do it.
'Ughh. That stupid greasy bastard probably tried to screw me up all along just 'cause he hated my dad.'
Harry, deciding that he was getting no where, started to instead read all of his school books from year 1-5.
Harry after four hours of straight reading takes a break. It was about 2:00 pm and the sun was bright and shining.
'To bad that I can't be out there.'
He stuck his hand into his pocket and felt something. He pulled it out and found that it was Mark Evans's address.
'Maybe I should go visit him. I don't want him to feel that I don't like him. After all, he is the only person that will talk to me without flinching in fright or telling me what to do.'
So without further thought, Harry began to run to Mark's house. While running, Harry got the idea that he should take runs every morning. Wizards rely on their magic to much and get lazy and arrogant, thinking that they are above physical activity.
'That's where they are wrong.'
When Harry reached the address, he turned to look at the house. It was a moderately sized house with a small garden in the front. Its cherry colored shutters and creamy colored walls gave off a very welcoming feeling. Harry starts walking to the door when he hears a voice yell "Harry!"
As Harry turns around, he gets tackled to the ground by a mess of black hair.
"Hey Mark."
"SoHarryhowareyoudoingimfinebutafterlastnigh-,"
"Whoa, little man. Slow down to normal speed."
As Harry pries Mark off of him and gets to his feet he sees a tall muscular man standing behind Mark.
"Hello. You must be Mark's rescuer. My wife and I have much to thank you for."
"Oh, no Mr. Evans. It was nothing."
"Of course it wasn't nothing. Whose knows what might have happened to Mark if you had not been there. I must reward you somehow..."
"Oh, no sir. I don't deserve anything."
"Yes you do. I got it. I'll give you martial arts lessons. I was the champion of Britain at one time and I think that I can show you the ropes. What do you say?"
Harry thought that this must be some type of miracle. He was just thinking of training himself physically.
"Okay. I'll accept your invitation."
"Excellent. How about we start tomorrow at noon and end at 6:00 pm. Does that sound good to you?"
"That's excellent. Thank you sir. I'll see you tomorrow at noon."
With that Harry and Mr. Evans shook hands, and then Harry once again began to run.
Once out of earshot, Mr. Evans said to his son, "He looks just like his father except with his mother's eyes."
And with that Mr. Evans and Mark returned to their home.
After Harry ran two miles, he returned "home." Right as he enters the house he gets met with the pleasant "Where have you been boy," from his beloved uncle.
"I was just exercising."
"Sure you were. Just like last year when you were "listening to the news."
Harry's hands began to shake with anger from hearing his uncle.
"Uncle Vernon, I will ask you this once and only once. Please treat me like a human and not something that doesn't deserve to be on this earth."
"Don't give me that boy. You probably get enough respect from your freak friends you have."
Harry felt as if all the emotion he had was sucked out of him. This was a slap in the face that Harry could not ignore. "VERNON!!! I have tried to be civil with you but your blind sight of what is right and wrong in this world keeps getting in the way. My "freak friends" have abandoned me and I get sent here just so that I don't get broken or in trouble. They are no longer my friends. They are just a bunch of fools who think that they can control my life. Do please uncle just find it somewhere in your heart to not necessarily accept me as a child, but as a human being because no one else does."
With this Harry stomped to his room leaving a speechless Uncle Vernon behind. Some gears began turning in his uncle's head that have never been worked before.
'Maybe I should treat the boy with some respect, I mean he has never been cruel to us. If anything we've been cruel to him. Maybe I should start being a bit nicer to him.'
But then the other side other side of Vernon's mind broke in,
'He has made you pay more for your family. When you should have only raised a family of three, you had to raise a family of four. And why should you take care of him when you were forced into doing it.'
While these two parts of his mind kept going at each other, Uncle Vernon went up to his room to get an early night's rest and hopefully decide on what to do in the morning.
Summary: Harry has had enough of letting his life being controlled. He's braking loose and taking his life into his own hands.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. If I did I would be doing better things than this.
Now to get down to business.... "Well, thank you again. I have to get home. It's time for me to get to bed. Please remember to visit me sometime. Bye."
And as suddenly the kid gave Harry his address, he started running towards Magnolia Crescent, presumably to his house.
Harry, not knowing exactly what just happened, started to walk back to #4 Privet Drive with the small boy Mark still in his mind. ________________________________________________________________________ When Harry got home, he was met by three people, none of who were happy. Vernon Dursley, Dudley, and Aunt Petunia were all giving Harry the 'You-are- a-freak-and-we-never-want-to-see-you-again' look which was specially made for him. Harry, guessing that it was because he was bullying Dudley, began to form excuses in his mind on how to get himself out of the upcoming onslaught of yells. When Harry came closer Vernon straightened himself up to his full height (it didn't change too much) and tried to become as intimidating as possible. Tried.
"Your lot came to our house again."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"What did they say?"
"Who do you think you are orderin-"
"I said what did they say?"
Vernon growled, but told Harry the news.
"Your lot said that you had to stay here until August 31st."
"What!!!!!"
Not even waiting for a reprimanding Vernon Dursley to regain his composure from his outburst, Harry dashed into the house, up the stairs, and into his room to write a letter to the Order of the Phoenix to ask why he had to stay there for another two months. But when he got to his room he found that Hedwig was gone, but in her place was a letter. In a flash Harry unfolded the letter and began to read.
Dear Harry,
I know that you want to leave the Dursley's and go to the Burrow or #12 Grimmauld Place, but you must remain here. I know that you will be unhappy, but you must understand the situation. Also as you have probably noticed, you are not receiving any mail. We can't risk any information being intercepted. I hope your summer goes well and please stay out of trouble.
Best wishes,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry couldn't believe it. He read and reread the letter three times before flopping on his bed and registering the information. Anger swelled up inside of him and he began to curse Dumbledore's name. After a few minutes he started to settle down and think about the letter.
'How can they do this to me? They can't deny me of this information. It is my right if I am the one prophesized to defeat Voldemort.'
Harry roared in frustration and anger. He then to wept.
'Why? Why Sirius? Why? How am I supposed to avenge your death if they still treat me like a child?'
Something then clicked in his head. It was almost as if someone turned on a thousand watt light bulb in a dark cavern.
'If they aren't going to let me do anything with my life, then I'll have to take control of it.'
Harry suddenly felt very tired and began to close his eyes. His last thought was 'This is for you Sirius.'
The next day...
Harry woke up the next day feeling refreshed and energetic. He then remembered what he had promised himself the previous night.
'I must start now before that manipulative bastard can take control again.'
The first thing Harry began doing was practicing Occlumency.
'I will not let myself be fooled again'
Harry with new resolve began training himself. He tried to remember everything he could about what Snape taught him, but he just couldn't do it.
'Ughh. That stupid greasy bastard probably tried to screw me up all along just 'cause he hated my dad.'
Harry, deciding that he was getting no where, started to instead read all of his school books from year 1-5.
Harry after four hours of straight reading takes a break. It was about 2:00 pm and the sun was bright and shining.
'To bad that I can't be out there.'
He stuck his hand into his pocket and felt something. He pulled it out and found that it was Mark Evans's address.
'Maybe I should go visit him. I don't want him to feel that I don't like him. After all, he is the only person that will talk to me without flinching in fright or telling me what to do.'
So without further thought, Harry began to run to Mark's house. While running, Harry got the idea that he should take runs every morning. Wizards rely on their magic to much and get lazy and arrogant, thinking that they are above physical activity.
'That's where they are wrong.'
When Harry reached the address, he turned to look at the house. It was a moderately sized house with a small garden in the front. Its cherry colored shutters and creamy colored walls gave off a very welcoming feeling. Harry starts walking to the door when he hears a voice yell "Harry!"
As Harry turns around, he gets tackled to the ground by a mess of black hair.
"Hey Mark."
"SoHarryhowareyoudoingimfinebutafterlastnigh-,"
"Whoa, little man. Slow down to normal speed."
As Harry pries Mark off of him and gets to his feet he sees a tall muscular man standing behind Mark.
"Hello. You must be Mark's rescuer. My wife and I have much to thank you for."
"Oh, no Mr. Evans. It was nothing."
"Of course it wasn't nothing. Whose knows what might have happened to Mark if you had not been there. I must reward you somehow..."
"Oh, no sir. I don't deserve anything."
"Yes you do. I got it. I'll give you martial arts lessons. I was the champion of Britain at one time and I think that I can show you the ropes. What do you say?"
Harry thought that this must be some type of miracle. He was just thinking of training himself physically.
"Okay. I'll accept your invitation."
"Excellent. How about we start tomorrow at noon and end at 6:00 pm. Does that sound good to you?"
"That's excellent. Thank you sir. I'll see you tomorrow at noon."
With that Harry and Mr. Evans shook hands, and then Harry once again began to run.
Once out of earshot, Mr. Evans said to his son, "He looks just like his father except with his mother's eyes."
And with that Mr. Evans and Mark returned to their home.
After Harry ran two miles, he returned "home." Right as he enters the house he gets met with the pleasant "Where have you been boy," from his beloved uncle.
"I was just exercising."
"Sure you were. Just like last year when you were "listening to the news."
Harry's hands began to shake with anger from hearing his uncle.
"Uncle Vernon, I will ask you this once and only once. Please treat me like a human and not something that doesn't deserve to be on this earth."
"Don't give me that boy. You probably get enough respect from your freak friends you have."
Harry felt as if all the emotion he had was sucked out of him. This was a slap in the face that Harry could not ignore. "VERNON!!! I have tried to be civil with you but your blind sight of what is right and wrong in this world keeps getting in the way. My "freak friends" have abandoned me and I get sent here just so that I don't get broken or in trouble. They are no longer my friends. They are just a bunch of fools who think that they can control my life. Do please uncle just find it somewhere in your heart to not necessarily accept me as a child, but as a human being because no one else does."
With this Harry stomped to his room leaving a speechless Uncle Vernon behind. Some gears began turning in his uncle's head that have never been worked before.
'Maybe I should treat the boy with some respect, I mean he has never been cruel to us. If anything we've been cruel to him. Maybe I should start being a bit nicer to him.'
But then the other side other side of Vernon's mind broke in,
'He has made you pay more for your family. When you should have only raised a family of three, you had to raise a family of four. And why should you take care of him when you were forced into doing it.'
While these two parts of his mind kept going at each other, Uncle Vernon went up to his room to get an early night's rest and hopefully decide on what to do in the morning.
