Chapter 8 – Good Bye and Good Riddance!
July 31st dawned bright and clear. Birds chirped and a sense of peacefulness lay over Surrey. However, inside Privet drive, things were much different. Harry tossed and turned on his bed. It seemed Voldemort was exceptionally mad about something. Harry was forced to watch a night full of deaths. Men, women, and children alike were killed as the death toll mounted.
Finally, when Harry thought he couldn't take it anymore, everything faded. The blackness surrounded him for a few minutes, but instead of waking up, he found he was in a large elaborate room. Looking around, he saw Voldemort standing in front of about 50 Death Eaters. His cold voice rang across the room.
"My loyal Death Eaters." Here he paused and waited. No one was foolish enough to say anything.
"Do any of you know what day it is?" The room stayed deathly silent.
"Wormtail! Please enlighten them as to what day it is." A short plump man that Harry hadn't noticed before, stepped out from behind Voldemort.
"J- J - July 31st, M – M – My L – L – Lord." Harry snorted in disgust. Why exactly had Pettigrew join the Dark side? It looked like things were much worse here.
"Exactly, Wormtail. However, I believe I have told you not to stutter in front of me."
"S-S-Sorry, My L-L-Lord..."
"Indeed," said Voldemort with a slight smirk. "Crucio!" He held the curse for a few seconds, watching Pettigrew writhe in agony, before releasing it.
"July 31st," he continued as if nothing had happened. "Potter's birthday. His seventeenth birthday. He is of age today." He stopped abruptly and turned. "NOTT! What were your orders?"
"To capture Potter, my Lord." A shaking figure, which Harry assumed was Nott, stepped forward and spoke.
"To capture Potter by when?" Voldemort's voice was deceptively soft.
"By his birthday, my Lord." 'Ah! That's why Voldemort is mad,' thought Harry. He wasn't surprised by the news. Voldemort always had some plot or the other to kill or capture him.
Voldemort was speaking again. "And why is he not here?"
"I'm sorry, My Lord. We are looking for him. Dumbledore has hidden him well."
"Very well. Keep looking." Nott started to step back, when Voldemort's voice rang through the room again. "But you know I don't tolerate failure. Crucio!" He left the curse on for longer than he had before. Harry groaned in pain.
"Snape. Come Here." One of the figures stood and walked to the front, where Voldemort was standing. He bent and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes. Harry would have laughed if he hadn't been in so much pain. He knew that Snape was very valuable to the order, but that didn't mean that Harry couldn't laugh at him. Snape certainly took pleasure in Harry's misfortunes.
"What charms has Dumbledore placed on Potter?"
"I'm not entirely certain, my Lord," came an oily voice, Harry recognized as the Potions Professor. "Dumbledore has not told anyone that information. However I believe there is a blood charm."
Voldemort smiled thinly at this. 'Oh, crap. Why was that good news?' thought Harry.
"Where is Potter located?"
"I don't know, My Lord."
"Tsk, tsk, Snape. I expected better from my spy. One would think you're not really trying to get information." Voldemort smirked at this, as if he knew something no one else did. He turned his wand on Snape and hissed, "Crucio!"
This time, he held the curse for nearly five minutes. Harry, exhausted after a night's worth of torture, screamed. The last thing he heard before awakening, was Voldemort's high-pitched laughter mingling with Snape's screams.
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Sitting up on his bed, back in Privet drive, Harry took a shuddering breath. That had been a horrible night. 5:42. 'Happy Birthday to me,' thought Harry sardonically. Knowing he wasn't getting anymore sleep that night, he decided to analyze his dream. He now rarely saw the meetings, so this one had to have been of importance.
'Obviously, Voldemort was pissed off because Harry was still alive. Well this was nothing new. But this year he was seventeen! He could use magic outside of school! Oh, the possibilities. Also, he could learn to Apparate now. Tonks or Sirius would probably teach him.'
'So, Nott was supposed to kill him. Well, capture him at least. Voldemort would never grant his followers the privilege of killing Harry. However, that still didn't explain why Voldemort had looked pleased upon finding out that Harry was protected by blood charms. They were supposed to be unbreakable, except by people ... sharing the same blood! OF COURSE! Harry nearly smacked his head, but refrained because the pain from Cruciatus Curse still lingered. Voldemort had Harry's blood now. As soon as Voldemort figured out the location, he would be here. Thank goodness Snape didn't know where Harry lived, or else Voldemort would be here before breakfast.'
'Speaking of which, there's Aunt Petunia yelling though the door.'
"Coming, Aunt Petunia!" called Harry sliding out of bed. His thoughts wondered back to the end of his dream. Why had Voldemort looked so smug when accusing Snape of not gathering information? Did he know Snape was a spy for Dumbledore? He had said something to that effect in the Graveyard when he was resuscitated.
Harry had been so engrossed in his musings, that had didn't realize he had made it down to the kitchen. Petunia's screeching voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Well don't just stand there, Boy! Cook the eggs and bacon!"
Without a word, Harry walked to the cooker and started the eggs. By the time he finished the bacon and set it on the table, he could hear Dudley coming down the stairs. Soon after, Vernon followed, and sat down, while shooting a nasty glare at Harry. Ignoring this, Harry sits down and starts taking some food. He'll be damned if they're going to stop him from eating anymore.
Even after Harry served some food, there still was enough left on the table to feed a small army. Actually, a mid-sized army probably wouldn't go hungry either. He started to eat, but it appeared Dudley wasn't too happy about this.
"Hey, Freak." Angered by Harry ignoring him, Dudley continued, "Freak! Why are you eating my breakfast?" His fist accompanied this remark. Harry stopped eating long enough to grab Dudley's arm before it hit him, and returned to his breakfast.
Dudley became extremely irritated at Harry's lack of response. "Who's Ginny? Your whore? Because everyone knows you can't get a girl without paying for her." This got Harry's attention. "I heard you screaming her name last night."
Harry was horrified. He had had a nightmare about Voldemort kidnapping Ginny last night. Had the silencing charms worn off?
"Don't you DARE call her a whore." Harry's eyes darkened with anger, and he stood up towering over Dudley.
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon had noticed their little argument. "What are you doing to Dudley? We feed you, clothe you and you bully Dudley and wake the whole house up at night?" Vernon continued to rant, and Harry tuned him out, only looking up when he heard "just like your whore of a mother."
"My mother was NOT a whore, and neither is Ginny. You don't know either of them. I doubt you have spoken to my mother more than once, and you have never seen Ginny. How the hell could you know anything about them? Anyway, my mother must have done something right, because after the year I spent with her, I still turned out all right after your 'care'. Which is more than I can say for your whale of a son here."
Vernon became even angrier. Harry smirked. "How dare you say that about Dudley, you freak. I think I need to teach you some manners again." He stood and advanced on Harry.
Suddenly, Harry's mind was filled with images he had forgotten. A two-year-old Harry sat cowering in corner, while Vernon towered over him about to strike and Dudley stood to the side laughing. Another memory took its place, and Vernon was hitting him. Then he was flung into his cupboard, bruised and bleeding but trying not to cry. Next, Aunt Petunia was burning his hand, when a four-year-old Harry burnt the breakfast. A few more scenes went by, and then a seven-year-old Dudley was carving the word 'FREAK' onto Harry's chest. These scenes continued, until his first Hogwarts letter arrived. Harry briefly wondered why there were no marks on his body, and then he was jolted back into the present.
He saw his uncle's fist headed toward him and stood up to block it, while allowing his wand to fall into his hand. "I'm not a child anymore, UNCLE. You can't just hit me any longer. I am perfectly capable of defending my self." He allowed Vernon to catch a glimpse of his wand.
"Any longer? Petunia! You said the Boy wouldn't remember!" Vernon sputtered.
"I know, Vernon! That is what that Headmaster said. The boy wouldn't remember anything we did that harmed him. And he certainly didn't until now."
Harry's face became cold and hard. "What did Dumbledore say?"
"That's none of your business boy!" snapped Vernon, before turning back to his wife.
"Oh?" said Harry coldly. His wand became clearly visible. "I disagree. I think it IS my business."
Petunia saw it and started to talk. "Your Headmaster said that if something we did caused you harm, but it could be repaired, then you wouldn't remember it the next day."
"What? So he just owled you and said, 'hit the boy, he won't remember?'"
"Well, no. The first time Vernon hit you, you didn't remember it, so I pretended to care about you, and asked your precious Headmaster. He told me that some ward things were set up so that if either Vernon or I caused you physical harm, but it could be healed, you wouldn't remember it the next day."
Harry supposed to the fear was making her talk without thinking. So, this was the truth then. He could see it in her eyes anyway. Finally, Vernon regained his powers of speech.
"Boy! Don't you dare threaten your aunt with your freakishness. You know you can't use it anyway, or you'll be expelled from your freak school!"
"Really, Uncle Vernon," smirked Harry. "Have you forgotten what day it is? It's my birthday. My seventeenth birthday. I am no longer a child in the wizarding world. And as to why I can remember everything now, I suspect it is because I just became more powerful than Dumbledore."
Harry actually had no idea if this was true, but decided it would scare his relatives. And he was right. All three of them looked petrified. Although he doubted that Dudley had any idea what was going on. He was probably only scared of Harry's wand.
Harry twirled his wand while wondering what to do to his relatives. He didn't want to hurt them. Well he didn't want to hurt them much. He only wanted to scare them a little. Okay, maybe he wanted to scare them a lot, especially now that he could remember what they had done to him. Abruptly, Harry turned to face Dudley. Petunia seemed to overcome her fear in an attempt to pacify him. "Harry...don't do this. We're sorry."
Ignoring her, Harry spoke to Dudley. "I don't really blame you, you know. Your parents are morons, and you just followed them. But you really need to learn how to think for yourself. And I don't think I can ever forgive you for carving the word 'FREAK' onto my chest."
Harry waved his wand, muttering a few words and smirked. "Just to warn you, I wouldn't try to beat up any more kids now. Every time you try to hurt someone for no reason, the word 'PIG' will be carved into your chest. It will cause you exactly the same amount of pain it caused me." Dudley collapsed into a shivering heap on the floor.
Then, Harry turned to face Petunia. "You're sorry are you? Well I don't care. It's slightly late for that." Then he had an idea. He laughed and waved his wand.
Multicoloured spots covered her face, and the word 'FREAK' was written on her forehead. She looked a lot like Marietta did after she told Umbridge about the DA in fifth year.
"They will disappear, you know. After you really are sorry for doing what you did to me. Which I don't expect to be anytime soon. But it'll all come back if you ever mistreat another child." Petunia caught a glimpse of her face in the window, and slid down to the floor.
"Oh. And look at your left forearm." From the floor, Petunia pulled up her sleeve. There was a tattoo of a violet on it. Harry smiled. "Just so you don't forget." Petunia looked like she was about to cry.
"Vernon, Vernon, Vernon. Whatever shall I do with you? Ah. I know." Harry muttered an incantation. "I think I'll let you figure out what I did for your self."
Finally, Harry laughed and waved his wand a final time. All the paintings in the house were replaced with wizarding paintings. And they were stuck firmly to the wall. Nothing short of demolishing the walls would get them down.
He turned back to his relatives. "Don't worry; I'll be gone by the end of the day. But you never know, I might decide to drop in sometime..." He left the sentence hanging, and went up to his room.
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Once back in his room, Harry decided to write a letter to Dumbledore. How dare he set up the wards so Harry couldn't remember his relatives hurting him.
Dumbledore,
You have exactly 2 hours to respond to this. I know it will reach you
within 2 minutes, because it has not been sent by owl, but by a spell.
I will not stay here any longer. Either allow me to go to Grimmauld
Place today, or I will leave and you will not know where I am until
September 1st. If you do not answer this, I will leave.
Don't give me any crap about being safe here, because I know I am
not.
Write on the back of this parchment; tap it with your wand and say
'Return'.
I have a few things to discuss with you.
----Harry Potter
Sending off the letter with a charm he recently created, Harry sat down determined to finish his homework. He didn't have much left, but he wanted to be done before he left for Grimmauld Place. Oh, he knew he was going there. Dumbledore couldn't risk his precious Golden Boy out alone for the rest of the summer.
Just as he finished the last of his summer assignments, approximately 1.5 hours later, the parchment appeared back on his desk. He picked it up and read,
Harry,
I don't know why you feel you are not safe. You are very protected
where you are. However, if you feel that strongly, I will allow you
to leave. Remus will be over in about 15 minutes to pick you up.
I will speak to you when you arrive.
---Professor Dumbledore
So he was going to continue to play games. Fine. It didn't matter, he was getting out. Harry tossed all the last minute things into his trunk and sat down to wait for Remus to arrive.
It turned out he didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later, he heard a soft 'Pop'.
"Harry! I heard you made Dumbledore get you away from here? Sorry Sirius couldn't come, but we couldn't risk him being seen. Are you all packed?"
Harry touched his trunk and muttered "resilio" to shrink it, like his mother had said. Slipping it into his pocket, he nodded. "Good to see you, Remus."
"Well would you like to say bye to your relatives? We have to leave soon."
Harry opened the door and called, "I'm leaving. Bye!" then slammed the door. He faced Remus. "Okay, let's go."
Remus smiled and held out a sock. "It's a portkey. You remember where the Headquarters are, don't you?" Harry nodded, and with a final glance around, touched the sock.
Immediately, he felt the portkey activate. The next thing he knew he was at Grimmauld Place. Recalling what the piece of paper had said, Harry saw Number 12, materialize in front of him. He smiled at Remus. "Come on! Let's go in. Can't wait to see everyone again."
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July 31st dawned bright and clear. Birds chirped and a sense of peacefulness lay over Surrey. However, inside Privet drive, things were much different. Harry tossed and turned on his bed. It seemed Voldemort was exceptionally mad about something. Harry was forced to watch a night full of deaths. Men, women, and children alike were killed as the death toll mounted.
Finally, when Harry thought he couldn't take it anymore, everything faded. The blackness surrounded him for a few minutes, but instead of waking up, he found he was in a large elaborate room. Looking around, he saw Voldemort standing in front of about 50 Death Eaters. His cold voice rang across the room.
"My loyal Death Eaters." Here he paused and waited. No one was foolish enough to say anything.
"Do any of you know what day it is?" The room stayed deathly silent.
"Wormtail! Please enlighten them as to what day it is." A short plump man that Harry hadn't noticed before, stepped out from behind Voldemort.
"J- J - July 31st, M – M – My L – L – Lord." Harry snorted in disgust. Why exactly had Pettigrew join the Dark side? It looked like things were much worse here.
"Exactly, Wormtail. However, I believe I have told you not to stutter in front of me."
"S-S-Sorry, My L-L-Lord..."
"Indeed," said Voldemort with a slight smirk. "Crucio!" He held the curse for a few seconds, watching Pettigrew writhe in agony, before releasing it.
"July 31st," he continued as if nothing had happened. "Potter's birthday. His seventeenth birthday. He is of age today." He stopped abruptly and turned. "NOTT! What were your orders?"
"To capture Potter, my Lord." A shaking figure, which Harry assumed was Nott, stepped forward and spoke.
"To capture Potter by when?" Voldemort's voice was deceptively soft.
"By his birthday, my Lord." 'Ah! That's why Voldemort is mad,' thought Harry. He wasn't surprised by the news. Voldemort always had some plot or the other to kill or capture him.
Voldemort was speaking again. "And why is he not here?"
"I'm sorry, My Lord. We are looking for him. Dumbledore has hidden him well."
"Very well. Keep looking." Nott started to step back, when Voldemort's voice rang through the room again. "But you know I don't tolerate failure. Crucio!" He left the curse on for longer than he had before. Harry groaned in pain.
"Snape. Come Here." One of the figures stood and walked to the front, where Voldemort was standing. He bent and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes. Harry would have laughed if he hadn't been in so much pain. He knew that Snape was very valuable to the order, but that didn't mean that Harry couldn't laugh at him. Snape certainly took pleasure in Harry's misfortunes.
"What charms has Dumbledore placed on Potter?"
"I'm not entirely certain, my Lord," came an oily voice, Harry recognized as the Potions Professor. "Dumbledore has not told anyone that information. However I believe there is a blood charm."
Voldemort smiled thinly at this. 'Oh, crap. Why was that good news?' thought Harry.
"Where is Potter located?"
"I don't know, My Lord."
"Tsk, tsk, Snape. I expected better from my spy. One would think you're not really trying to get information." Voldemort smirked at this, as if he knew something no one else did. He turned his wand on Snape and hissed, "Crucio!"
This time, he held the curse for nearly five minutes. Harry, exhausted after a night's worth of torture, screamed. The last thing he heard before awakening, was Voldemort's high-pitched laughter mingling with Snape's screams.
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Sitting up on his bed, back in Privet drive, Harry took a shuddering breath. That had been a horrible night. 5:42. 'Happy Birthday to me,' thought Harry sardonically. Knowing he wasn't getting anymore sleep that night, he decided to analyze his dream. He now rarely saw the meetings, so this one had to have been of importance.
'Obviously, Voldemort was pissed off because Harry was still alive. Well this was nothing new. But this year he was seventeen! He could use magic outside of school! Oh, the possibilities. Also, he could learn to Apparate now. Tonks or Sirius would probably teach him.'
'So, Nott was supposed to kill him. Well, capture him at least. Voldemort would never grant his followers the privilege of killing Harry. However, that still didn't explain why Voldemort had looked pleased upon finding out that Harry was protected by blood charms. They were supposed to be unbreakable, except by people ... sharing the same blood! OF COURSE! Harry nearly smacked his head, but refrained because the pain from Cruciatus Curse still lingered. Voldemort had Harry's blood now. As soon as Voldemort figured out the location, he would be here. Thank goodness Snape didn't know where Harry lived, or else Voldemort would be here before breakfast.'
'Speaking of which, there's Aunt Petunia yelling though the door.'
"Coming, Aunt Petunia!" called Harry sliding out of bed. His thoughts wondered back to the end of his dream. Why had Voldemort looked so smug when accusing Snape of not gathering information? Did he know Snape was a spy for Dumbledore? He had said something to that effect in the Graveyard when he was resuscitated.
Harry had been so engrossed in his musings, that had didn't realize he had made it down to the kitchen. Petunia's screeching voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Well don't just stand there, Boy! Cook the eggs and bacon!"
Without a word, Harry walked to the cooker and started the eggs. By the time he finished the bacon and set it on the table, he could hear Dudley coming down the stairs. Soon after, Vernon followed, and sat down, while shooting a nasty glare at Harry. Ignoring this, Harry sits down and starts taking some food. He'll be damned if they're going to stop him from eating anymore.
Even after Harry served some food, there still was enough left on the table to feed a small army. Actually, a mid-sized army probably wouldn't go hungry either. He started to eat, but it appeared Dudley wasn't too happy about this.
"Hey, Freak." Angered by Harry ignoring him, Dudley continued, "Freak! Why are you eating my breakfast?" His fist accompanied this remark. Harry stopped eating long enough to grab Dudley's arm before it hit him, and returned to his breakfast.
Dudley became extremely irritated at Harry's lack of response. "Who's Ginny? Your whore? Because everyone knows you can't get a girl without paying for her." This got Harry's attention. "I heard you screaming her name last night."
Harry was horrified. He had had a nightmare about Voldemort kidnapping Ginny last night. Had the silencing charms worn off?
"Don't you DARE call her a whore." Harry's eyes darkened with anger, and he stood up towering over Dudley.
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon had noticed their little argument. "What are you doing to Dudley? We feed you, clothe you and you bully Dudley and wake the whole house up at night?" Vernon continued to rant, and Harry tuned him out, only looking up when he heard "just like your whore of a mother."
"My mother was NOT a whore, and neither is Ginny. You don't know either of them. I doubt you have spoken to my mother more than once, and you have never seen Ginny. How the hell could you know anything about them? Anyway, my mother must have done something right, because after the year I spent with her, I still turned out all right after your 'care'. Which is more than I can say for your whale of a son here."
Vernon became even angrier. Harry smirked. "How dare you say that about Dudley, you freak. I think I need to teach you some manners again." He stood and advanced on Harry.
Suddenly, Harry's mind was filled with images he had forgotten. A two-year-old Harry sat cowering in corner, while Vernon towered over him about to strike and Dudley stood to the side laughing. Another memory took its place, and Vernon was hitting him. Then he was flung into his cupboard, bruised and bleeding but trying not to cry. Next, Aunt Petunia was burning his hand, when a four-year-old Harry burnt the breakfast. A few more scenes went by, and then a seven-year-old Dudley was carving the word 'FREAK' onto Harry's chest. These scenes continued, until his first Hogwarts letter arrived. Harry briefly wondered why there were no marks on his body, and then he was jolted back into the present.
He saw his uncle's fist headed toward him and stood up to block it, while allowing his wand to fall into his hand. "I'm not a child anymore, UNCLE. You can't just hit me any longer. I am perfectly capable of defending my self." He allowed Vernon to catch a glimpse of his wand.
"Any longer? Petunia! You said the Boy wouldn't remember!" Vernon sputtered.
"I know, Vernon! That is what that Headmaster said. The boy wouldn't remember anything we did that harmed him. And he certainly didn't until now."
Harry's face became cold and hard. "What did Dumbledore say?"
"That's none of your business boy!" snapped Vernon, before turning back to his wife.
"Oh?" said Harry coldly. His wand became clearly visible. "I disagree. I think it IS my business."
Petunia saw it and started to talk. "Your Headmaster said that if something we did caused you harm, but it could be repaired, then you wouldn't remember it the next day."
"What? So he just owled you and said, 'hit the boy, he won't remember?'"
"Well, no. The first time Vernon hit you, you didn't remember it, so I pretended to care about you, and asked your precious Headmaster. He told me that some ward things were set up so that if either Vernon or I caused you physical harm, but it could be healed, you wouldn't remember it the next day."
Harry supposed to the fear was making her talk without thinking. So, this was the truth then. He could see it in her eyes anyway. Finally, Vernon regained his powers of speech.
"Boy! Don't you dare threaten your aunt with your freakishness. You know you can't use it anyway, or you'll be expelled from your freak school!"
"Really, Uncle Vernon," smirked Harry. "Have you forgotten what day it is? It's my birthday. My seventeenth birthday. I am no longer a child in the wizarding world. And as to why I can remember everything now, I suspect it is because I just became more powerful than Dumbledore."
Harry actually had no idea if this was true, but decided it would scare his relatives. And he was right. All three of them looked petrified. Although he doubted that Dudley had any idea what was going on. He was probably only scared of Harry's wand.
Harry twirled his wand while wondering what to do to his relatives. He didn't want to hurt them. Well he didn't want to hurt them much. He only wanted to scare them a little. Okay, maybe he wanted to scare them a lot, especially now that he could remember what they had done to him. Abruptly, Harry turned to face Dudley. Petunia seemed to overcome her fear in an attempt to pacify him. "Harry...don't do this. We're sorry."
Ignoring her, Harry spoke to Dudley. "I don't really blame you, you know. Your parents are morons, and you just followed them. But you really need to learn how to think for yourself. And I don't think I can ever forgive you for carving the word 'FREAK' onto my chest."
Harry waved his wand, muttering a few words and smirked. "Just to warn you, I wouldn't try to beat up any more kids now. Every time you try to hurt someone for no reason, the word 'PIG' will be carved into your chest. It will cause you exactly the same amount of pain it caused me." Dudley collapsed into a shivering heap on the floor.
Then, Harry turned to face Petunia. "You're sorry are you? Well I don't care. It's slightly late for that." Then he had an idea. He laughed and waved his wand.
Multicoloured spots covered her face, and the word 'FREAK' was written on her forehead. She looked a lot like Marietta did after she told Umbridge about the DA in fifth year.
"They will disappear, you know. After you really are sorry for doing what you did to me. Which I don't expect to be anytime soon. But it'll all come back if you ever mistreat another child." Petunia caught a glimpse of her face in the window, and slid down to the floor.
"Oh. And look at your left forearm." From the floor, Petunia pulled up her sleeve. There was a tattoo of a violet on it. Harry smiled. "Just so you don't forget." Petunia looked like she was about to cry.
"Vernon, Vernon, Vernon. Whatever shall I do with you? Ah. I know." Harry muttered an incantation. "I think I'll let you figure out what I did for your self."
Finally, Harry laughed and waved his wand a final time. All the paintings in the house were replaced with wizarding paintings. And they were stuck firmly to the wall. Nothing short of demolishing the walls would get them down.
He turned back to his relatives. "Don't worry; I'll be gone by the end of the day. But you never know, I might decide to drop in sometime..." He left the sentence hanging, and went up to his room.
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Once back in his room, Harry decided to write a letter to Dumbledore. How dare he set up the wards so Harry couldn't remember his relatives hurting him.
Dumbledore,
You have exactly 2 hours to respond to this. I know it will reach you
within 2 minutes, because it has not been sent by owl, but by a spell.
I will not stay here any longer. Either allow me to go to Grimmauld
Place today, or I will leave and you will not know where I am until
September 1st. If you do not answer this, I will leave.
Don't give me any crap about being safe here, because I know I am
not.
Write on the back of this parchment; tap it with your wand and say
'Return'.
I have a few things to discuss with you.
----Harry Potter
Sending off the letter with a charm he recently created, Harry sat down determined to finish his homework. He didn't have much left, but he wanted to be done before he left for Grimmauld Place. Oh, he knew he was going there. Dumbledore couldn't risk his precious Golden Boy out alone for the rest of the summer.
Just as he finished the last of his summer assignments, approximately 1.5 hours later, the parchment appeared back on his desk. He picked it up and read,
Harry,
I don't know why you feel you are not safe. You are very protected
where you are. However, if you feel that strongly, I will allow you
to leave. Remus will be over in about 15 minutes to pick you up.
I will speak to you when you arrive.
---Professor Dumbledore
So he was going to continue to play games. Fine. It didn't matter, he was getting out. Harry tossed all the last minute things into his trunk and sat down to wait for Remus to arrive.
It turned out he didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later, he heard a soft 'Pop'.
"Harry! I heard you made Dumbledore get you away from here? Sorry Sirius couldn't come, but we couldn't risk him being seen. Are you all packed?"
Harry touched his trunk and muttered "resilio" to shrink it, like his mother had said. Slipping it into his pocket, he nodded. "Good to see you, Remus."
"Well would you like to say bye to your relatives? We have to leave soon."
Harry opened the door and called, "I'm leaving. Bye!" then slammed the door. He faced Remus. "Okay, let's go."
Remus smiled and held out a sock. "It's a portkey. You remember where the Headquarters are, don't you?" Harry nodded, and with a final glance around, touched the sock.
Immediately, he felt the portkey activate. The next thing he knew he was at Grimmauld Place. Recalling what the piece of paper had said, Harry saw Number 12, materialize in front of him. He smiled at Remus. "Come on! Let's go in. Can't wait to see everyone again."
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A/N: Okay, I'm SO sorry about the wait. Teachers have been loading me down with homework, but it's calmed down so I should get another chapter out this weekend, or early next week.
So, what do you think of the chapter?? Harry's away from the Dursleys!! Do you think he was too cruel?
Thanks to all my reviewers!
Asthradim: I'm sorry you don't like Sirius being Harry's father. I'm not saying anything bad about either or them, I'm just saying their emotions got the better of them. What they did had nothing to do with sex. Lily wanted comfort, and Sirius was in love with Lily. Neither did it just for the sex. And James WAS mad at them. He was incredibly mad. Lily says she thought he would leave. But he realized what she was going through, and eventually forgave her. To an extent, anyway.
lola: Thanks! I think so too!
Fan-Of-HP: Thank you! Here's the next chapter! Hope you like it!
athenakitty: No, Harry wasn't poisoned. The Dursleys just wanted him to eat crap while they had their meal. He may find his aunt, and he may not. I'm not entirely sure yet.
MoonSpiker: Thanks! Sorry about the wait. Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it!
Ms.Marvel: Thank you!! Hope you enjoy this chapter too!
crookshanks03: Thanks! Heh, yeah, I'm not too into mushy stuff either. There may be a LITTLE, but probably not.
harry+lissa=luv: Thanks! Hope you like this.
Silvercrystal77: No, no! Sirius is alive. In my story, Sirius didn't die, Neville did. I needed him alive for this. About Kat's child though, he/she is dead. The child died with Kat. He doesn't know Violet yet, and I'm not sure yet if he'll meet here. If he does, it'll probably be in the sequel. Heh, he told Petunia. In a roundabout way.
samcat: Thanks! I'm glad you like it!
ElvishGirl18: I'm sorry! I'm glad you'll keep reading though. I'll try to make it all better. I don't think I made James a jerk! I didn't mean to if I did! He was all nice and supported Lily!
Whoo! More people don't like Dumbledore! Thanks for reviewing!
dolphingirl79: Yup! Major twist! Wow, everyone wants to know about Violet. She might come back!
Reed: Yes, Harry had a half-sibling, but he/she is dead now. They died with their mother.
ladyla: Thank you! I feel sorry for them too. Mainly Harry though. No one tells him anything!!
dementorchic: Harry's very hot! lol. Thanks! Sorry about the delay. Hope you like this chapter.
Lilo: James was mad! I guess I didn't make that clear enough. I explained it to Asthradim though, so if you read that review, you'll hopefully get it. I'm not sure if I explained it well though. Thanks!
Allyanna: Thank you! Here's the next chapter.
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Dee: Thanks! Yay! I'm really glad you liked the diary thing. Some of it was supposed to be sad, but I'm not great at writing sad stuff like that. Here's the next chapter.
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samcat: Thanks! I'm glad you like it!
Thanks again, to all the reviews! Hope you all like this chapter!