Author Note "" is for speech. () is for thoughts in the head.
Harry thrust out his wand and staggered back as the doors to the Knight bus slammed open. Stan as pimply as ever greeted Harry, "Welcome to the Knight Bus wer here for witches and wizards in distress....Blimey Ern is Harry Potter or is Neville?"
"No Stan it is Harry Potter, but I would appreciate it if you kept the knowledge that I was here and where I am going quite." Harry asked while handing Stan a galleon "keep the change." A feeling of true freedom encompassed Harry as he left Privet Drive without a backwards glance.
Stan smiling pocketed the galleon "I don't remember a thing," giving Harry a conspiratorial wink.
Harry plopped down on the nearest bed, and for the next two hours was lost in his thoughts, (I know I have to kill Tom Riddle. I do not mind that it is my fate, but I am not ready and no one has helped prepare for what I must do. The longer I am unprepared the more blood I will have on my hands... like Sirius's, Cedric's, my parents, and all the other innocent blood that has been spilled). Anger surged through him as he promised himself to accomplish what he must. (The prophecy is correct I do not have a life until I kill Voldemort.)
Harry was pulled out of his thoughts as a little doll landed on his stomach. A little brown haired girl came running up to his bed "my dolly, can I have her back my brother was throwing her from me."
Harry grinned at the child and handed the doll back "Here you go tell your brother to play nice."
The girl grinning and giggling ran off. Harry could here her telling her brother "The man told you to play nice."
"I wish I could have had a normal life, but NO I have to be the savoir of the wizarding world. I will never be just Harry." Mumbled Harry, as he looked out the window "I really need to come up with a plan of what I need to do to defeat Voldemort for I will never live while he breathes."
Laying back down his mind wandered to Privet Drive, (How were the death eaters able to destroy the house? So much for omniscient Dumbledore. So why was I imprisoned there for ten years?) Frustrated Harry buried his head in a pillow.
Stan came and informed Harry that they had arrived at the leaky cauldron. Harry grabbed Hedwig and his trunk and headed into the inn.
"Mr. Potter it is a pleasure to see you again. Can I get you something to eat or drink? It has been a mighty long time since I have seen you in here." Greeted Tom as he came around the counter to greet Harry.
"Good afternoon Tom, I would love something to eat and a butter beer to drink, also I would like to rent a room for at least a week if you have one available? Replied Harry with a smile.
"Of course I have a room for you Mr. Potter room number five is free. Would you like me to bring a ham sandwich, crisps, and a butter beer up to your room for you."
"Thanks Tom I would appreciate it, and it is just Harry not Mr. Potter" Harry said as he disappeared up the stairs to his room.
The room was simple and would do Harry just fine. He quickly unpacked his belongings and sat down at the desk to enjoy his sandwich and to put some of his thoughts down on parchment. Grabbing a piece of parchment, quill, and a bottle of ink Harry set to work to put what he wanted to accomplish down on paper
LONG TERM GOAL: To be able to have a family and lead a normal life for once.
What I need to do to attain my long-term goal Defeat no kill Voldemort.
Learn as much magic as possible (there is no light and dark magic. It is only magic. It is the intent and how the magic is utilized that causes it to be good or evil)
Learn to duel as well as Dumbledore (Even if I know every spell ever created if I can not hit my enemy with it does me no good.)
Develop plans so I am not fooled again (Sirius I am sorry for being unprepared your death will not be in vain. I will avenge you I promise.)
Find out and control the power that I have that Voldemort does not know (The prophecy says I have some power that Voldemort knows not, but what good is it if I know not too.)
Find allies that I can trust and depend on (people who I can trust that will not use me without letting me get something in return. I am no one's tool anymore! I will trust people, but I will not depend or want people to tell me what to do)
Get in better physical shape (I just think it is a good idea, and girls do not like out of shape boys.)
Develop any inherent skills I may have (I need to know what I am capable of doing, and to ensure I achieve the highest results)
Control my emotions (I want to be in charge of my life not be like an animal following and chasing one impulse after another.)
Find a girl that I can be comfortable and myself with. Pretty
Intelligent
Good sense of humor
Loyal
Have common interests
Dependable
Someone who will appreciate me for who I am, and not for my bloody scar.
Harry scanned his notes and felt it was a good start in taking back control of his life. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was already 8:00P.M. Deciding it was too late to go shopping he decided to just get a sundae to eat at the local Ice cream shop.
On the way to get, his ice cream Harry noticed most of the wizards and witches staring and pointing at him while whispering amongst themselves. Harry's face started getting red with anger and embarrassment at how people were reacting to him. (Remember the list control my emotions) Taking a few deep breaths, he squared his shoulders and did his best to tune out the quite babbling and the stares.
Smirking as he sat down he felt a sense of control and accomplishment. As a treat, he ordered a double sundae.
Heading back to his room, Harry decided to go to sleep. Tomorrow was the beginning of the rest of his life, and he had a lot to accomplish.
Harry thrust out his wand and staggered back as the doors to the Knight bus slammed open. Stan as pimply as ever greeted Harry, "Welcome to the Knight Bus wer here for witches and wizards in distress....Blimey Ern is Harry Potter or is Neville?"
"No Stan it is Harry Potter, but I would appreciate it if you kept the knowledge that I was here and where I am going quite." Harry asked while handing Stan a galleon "keep the change." A feeling of true freedom encompassed Harry as he left Privet Drive without a backwards glance.
Stan smiling pocketed the galleon "I don't remember a thing," giving Harry a conspiratorial wink.
Harry plopped down on the nearest bed, and for the next two hours was lost in his thoughts, (I know I have to kill Tom Riddle. I do not mind that it is my fate, but I am not ready and no one has helped prepare for what I must do. The longer I am unprepared the more blood I will have on my hands... like Sirius's, Cedric's, my parents, and all the other innocent blood that has been spilled). Anger surged through him as he promised himself to accomplish what he must. (The prophecy is correct I do not have a life until I kill Voldemort.)
Harry was pulled out of his thoughts as a little doll landed on his stomach. A little brown haired girl came running up to his bed "my dolly, can I have her back my brother was throwing her from me."
Harry grinned at the child and handed the doll back "Here you go tell your brother to play nice."
The girl grinning and giggling ran off. Harry could here her telling her brother "The man told you to play nice."
"I wish I could have had a normal life, but NO I have to be the savoir of the wizarding world. I will never be just Harry." Mumbled Harry, as he looked out the window "I really need to come up with a plan of what I need to do to defeat Voldemort for I will never live while he breathes."
Laying back down his mind wandered to Privet Drive, (How were the death eaters able to destroy the house? So much for omniscient Dumbledore. So why was I imprisoned there for ten years?) Frustrated Harry buried his head in a pillow.
Stan came and informed Harry that they had arrived at the leaky cauldron. Harry grabbed Hedwig and his trunk and headed into the inn.
"Mr. Potter it is a pleasure to see you again. Can I get you something to eat or drink? It has been a mighty long time since I have seen you in here." Greeted Tom as he came around the counter to greet Harry.
"Good afternoon Tom, I would love something to eat and a butter beer to drink, also I would like to rent a room for at least a week if you have one available? Replied Harry with a smile.
"Of course I have a room for you Mr. Potter room number five is free. Would you like me to bring a ham sandwich, crisps, and a butter beer up to your room for you."
"Thanks Tom I would appreciate it, and it is just Harry not Mr. Potter" Harry said as he disappeared up the stairs to his room.
The room was simple and would do Harry just fine. He quickly unpacked his belongings and sat down at the desk to enjoy his sandwich and to put some of his thoughts down on parchment. Grabbing a piece of parchment, quill, and a bottle of ink Harry set to work to put what he wanted to accomplish down on paper
LONG TERM GOAL: To be able to have a family and lead a normal life for once.
What I need to do to attain my long-term goal Defeat no kill Voldemort.
Learn as much magic as possible (there is no light and dark magic. It is only magic. It is the intent and how the magic is utilized that causes it to be good or evil)
Learn to duel as well as Dumbledore (Even if I know every spell ever created if I can not hit my enemy with it does me no good.)
Develop plans so I am not fooled again (Sirius I am sorry for being unprepared your death will not be in vain. I will avenge you I promise.)
Find out and control the power that I have that Voldemort does not know (The prophecy says I have some power that Voldemort knows not, but what good is it if I know not too.)
Find allies that I can trust and depend on (people who I can trust that will not use me without letting me get something in return. I am no one's tool anymore! I will trust people, but I will not depend or want people to tell me what to do)
Get in better physical shape (I just think it is a good idea, and girls do not like out of shape boys.)
Develop any inherent skills I may have (I need to know what I am capable of doing, and to ensure I achieve the highest results)
Control my emotions (I want to be in charge of my life not be like an animal following and chasing one impulse after another.)
Find a girl that I can be comfortable and myself with. Pretty
Intelligent
Good sense of humor
Loyal
Have common interests
Dependable
Someone who will appreciate me for who I am, and not for my bloody scar.
Harry scanned his notes and felt it was a good start in taking back control of his life. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was already 8:00P.M. Deciding it was too late to go shopping he decided to just get a sundae to eat at the local Ice cream shop.
On the way to get, his ice cream Harry noticed most of the wizards and witches staring and pointing at him while whispering amongst themselves. Harry's face started getting red with anger and embarrassment at how people were reacting to him. (Remember the list control my emotions) Taking a few deep breaths, he squared his shoulders and did his best to tune out the quite babbling and the stares.
Smirking as he sat down he felt a sense of control and accomplishment. As a treat, he ordered a double sundae.
Heading back to his room, Harry decided to go to sleep. Tomorrow was the beginning of the rest of his life, and he had a lot to accomplish.