Chapter #2
Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter belong to Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended. I do own all new characters.
Spoilers: HP SS, HP COS, HP POA, HP GOF, HP OOTP
Categories: Angst, Action/Adventure, Romance
Author: Aggiefan23
Chapter Number: #2
Chapter Name: Room 121 Westridge Hotel
Rating: PG-13 (Mild Language)
{Privet Drive}
When Harry did truly make up his mind on as to run away, he decided that he needed a plan and it had to be full proof because the Order watching his every move.
The first thing that he did was make a list of everything that he would need to begin his life as an outcast. He needed his wand, muggle money, wizard money, his invisibility cloak, and any sentimental items; not that he had many, but he had a few he had wanted to take, stuff like his photo album that Hagrid gave him. He also needed to use magic and needed a way to hide it, he would think of that later.
The next item on the agenda was a plan to escape his watch, he obviously was going to use his cloak to sneak past his guard but he had a problem, what if Moody was on watch when he decided to run. What would he do? He had reached his first snag in the plan.
After a couple of hours he had the problem worked out. He was to write a letter to Moody asking him for a spell that would mask magic so that it was untraceable by the Ministry he put his reason for asking this as that he wanted to train to be ready for anything. Also in his letter was a request to know when Moody's next watch was so that he could ask Moody a private question. He did this because it told him when Moody was off duty and allowed him to escape the confines of his prison undetected. Once out side of Surrey he was going to fly to London and take some money out, then find a hotel and go from there.
So he set to work his first order of business which was to write to Moody.
Dear Professor Moody,
I was wondering if you knew a spell that make magic in a certain area undetectable. This would really help because I wanted to get some training in so I don't loose my form during the summer holidays. I also have a special request of you; I was hoping that you could tell me when your next watch is so that I can ask you a personal question. Please write back soon, and don't tell the others of this letter epically Hermione or Dumbledore.
Harry
As Harry watched the letter go of in the distance with Hedwig, he started to finalize his plans. He started to gather all his things; he would shrink them when he got the spell to hide magic.
A day had pasted since Harry had sent the letter, and he made his way down stairs to get breakfast, actually it was really lunch time as he had slept in.
"Nice of you to join us, boy." Uncle Vernon said as Harry made his way into the kitchen.
Harry just looked at him with dead eyes. Vernon seemed taken aback by the coldness in Harry's eyes and turned to look to Petunia with a questioning look of fear and anxiety.
After his breakfast / lunch he went on his normal walk thinking about his plans to escape all of the pain that he was in and the sorrow that he was gong though. Once again as he was walking in the park he saw Tonks watching nonchalantly a little ways away. He gave her the glare that was now almost always on his face. Tonks gave him a frown back and continued on her watch.
Harry made his way to a bench and sat down. As he was sitting a group of teenagers about his age started towards the park. He could tell that they were all friends and had no worries. He watched as they chatted and laughed, and now more then ever he wished that he could be normal like those kids. He wished that he was in that group and that he was ordinary. He felt a tear run down his eye and he quickly brushed it away and went back to Privet Drive.
When he got back to his room he found two owls sitting on his desk, one was with a box tied to its leg. He went to go see who these letters were from.
One was from Ginny he looked at it and tossed in to the pile with the others. He turned to the owl that looked like it was a school owl. On the box it read: TO HARRY POTTER FROM DAD. Harry looked twice at the box and sure enough it said that the box was indeed from his father.
Attached to the box was a letter from Dumbledore.
Harry,
Your dad told me to give this to you when it was time and I believe that you will find this gift very use full.
Headmaster,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry then looked at the box his father had sent him. He contemplated opening it and decided that now was not the best time, was still wasn't over Sirius and he knew if he read the letter he would sink further in to depression, and start thinking about what could have been, and what if.
He spent the day in his room and went into another restless night sleep dreaming about Sirius.
He woke the next day to another owl, as he got up he saw that it was from Moody, the only roadblock in his plan to flee Privet Drive. He tore the letter open.
Harry,
Nice to know that you are making contact with the outside world in a friendly manor, I heard how you little meeting with Remus went. As to your first question about hiding magic, it is possible although the Ministry doesn't let people use it very much, but I just happen to know the spell and I will tell you what it is, as a little extra practice never hurt anyone. To mask you magic you need to point your wand at your self and say the words Hidao Magico. That should do the trick but be careful because if you do it wrong the Ministry will pick up on magic at your house and we don't want another trial like last year. To your next request I will tell you that my next watch is in three days starting at 12:00pm. If you still want to talk to me, I will see you then. Also don't worry I won't tell any one about you writing me, though I am sure that your friends would like to hear, as well as Dumbledore. See you in three days.
Moody
Three days, that meant that he knew the timeline and he set to work to finalize his escape, when all was said and done he decided that he would run in two days.
Two days had passed quicker than he thought was possible. Before he knew it HW was waking to the morning of the second day. He made sure he had everything, his cloak, photo album, wand, Firebolt, and his father's gift that Dumbledore had sent him. He needed to pack these items so he set to work.
"Hidao Magico" he bellowed with the wand pointing at him self. He felt an icy wave of air surround him and then it vanished.
He stood there wondering if the spell had worked, and after five minutes and no Ministry owl he thought it was safe to continue.
He cast an enlarging spell on his bag, he placed all of his items into his bag and cast a feather light spell onto his sack and checked his room for any other items that he might need.
He threw the cloak over him self and his Firebolt and went to open his window, but before he took off he took one last look at his room, and thought of all the restless nights sleep that he had suffered in here, his aunt and uncles torture, his pain and suffering, hope fully him running away would relieve him of these feelings.
Harry took in a deep breath of fresh air as he turned to the window again. "I hope I'm doing the right thing." And Harry took off into the horizon with his broom making his way towards London.
The wind in Harry's face was all he needed for his doubts of what he was doing to go away. He was doing the right thing, he knew it. There would be no more Dursley's, no more Dumbledore trying to protect him, no people to get hurt because of him, he was going to be free of the burden that was placed upon him, he was no longer going to be known as the boy who lived.
After two hours of flying he saw the outskirts of London on the horizon. He landed in a secluded area in a spot he knew was close to the Leaky Cauldron and shrunk his broom to fit into his bag that he brought with him. It only took him five minutes to locate the grimy looking pub. When he got to the door he put the hood of his cloak up to hide his face and he stepped thought the door.
For the first time ever he was not hounded for autographs when he enter the main bar area, he walked briskly to the back of the pub and tapped the right bricks and entered Diagon Alley. With his hood still up around his face he walked through the alley avoiding anyone's eyes. As he walked he noticed the difference in security, ever since Fudge told everyone that He Who Must Not Be Named as back he placed Auror's in all public places.
He came to the steppes of a large white building that marked his arrival at Gringotts, he made his way in to the ancient building and up to the nearest available goblin.
"I would like to make a with drawl and exchange that money for muggle money"
"Your key please," The goblin said without even looking up from his paperwork. When Harry gave him the key and the goblin examined it he asked how much money was to be exchanged.
"I want what ever is equivalent to one thousand gallons."
At this remark for so much money the goblin looked at the key in detail, then he head shot straight up to look at Harry, thankfully Harry had his hood up to block his face and more importantly his scar. When the goblin came back with Harry's money Harry thanked him for his kindness and made his way back to the Leaky Cauldron.
Before he stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron for what he hoped was the last time in a long time, for he wanted to isolate him self from the wizarding world, he realized how hard that was going to be, he grew to love this world and now he was trying to escape it. For about the hundredth time since he left he wondered if he was doing the right thing, as the thought was passing through his head he saw Dean and Seamus enter the building with smiles on their faces, they were his friends and they were happy. While staring at his friends from a distance he noticed that a patron in the pub was holding a Daily Prophet up reading it, on the cover was a picture of the Dark Mark, and the headline WHERE ARE THE AURORS?, his gaze flashed back to Dean and Seamus they too were in danger because he knew them, and that thought of question if he was doing the right thing went straight out the door as he stepped on to the streets of London.
As Harry was wondering the streets of London looking for a place to stay for a while he came across a run down Hotel.
"This will be better than the streets." He mumbled to himself as he turned to go into the hotel.
When he entered the hotel the clerk at the desk greeted him. "Hello welcome to the Westridge Hotel. How may I help you?"
"I would like a room, but I'm not sure how long I will need it for."
"Don't worry, we always have vacancy. The rooms are forty Euros a night."
Harry handed over the money and the clerk handed Harry a room key, Harry made his way the room.
When he turned the key to go in he said. "Here's to a new life." And his new life started with his new home at Room 121, Westridge Hotel.
Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter belong to Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended. I do own all new characters.
Spoilers: HP SS, HP COS, HP POA, HP GOF, HP OOTP
Categories: Angst, Action/Adventure, Romance
Author: Aggiefan23
Chapter Number: #2
Chapter Name: Room 121 Westridge Hotel
Rating: PG-13 (Mild Language)
{Privet Drive}
When Harry did truly make up his mind on as to run away, he decided that he needed a plan and it had to be full proof because the Order watching his every move.
The first thing that he did was make a list of everything that he would need to begin his life as an outcast. He needed his wand, muggle money, wizard money, his invisibility cloak, and any sentimental items; not that he had many, but he had a few he had wanted to take, stuff like his photo album that Hagrid gave him. He also needed to use magic and needed a way to hide it, he would think of that later.
The next item on the agenda was a plan to escape his watch, he obviously was going to use his cloak to sneak past his guard but he had a problem, what if Moody was on watch when he decided to run. What would he do? He had reached his first snag in the plan.
After a couple of hours he had the problem worked out. He was to write a letter to Moody asking him for a spell that would mask magic so that it was untraceable by the Ministry he put his reason for asking this as that he wanted to train to be ready for anything. Also in his letter was a request to know when Moody's next watch was so that he could ask Moody a private question. He did this because it told him when Moody was off duty and allowed him to escape the confines of his prison undetected. Once out side of Surrey he was going to fly to London and take some money out, then find a hotel and go from there.
So he set to work his first order of business which was to write to Moody.
Dear Professor Moody,
I was wondering if you knew a spell that make magic in a certain area undetectable. This would really help because I wanted to get some training in so I don't loose my form during the summer holidays. I also have a special request of you; I was hoping that you could tell me when your next watch is so that I can ask you a personal question. Please write back soon, and don't tell the others of this letter epically Hermione or Dumbledore.
Harry
As Harry watched the letter go of in the distance with Hedwig, he started to finalize his plans. He started to gather all his things; he would shrink them when he got the spell to hide magic.
A day had pasted since Harry had sent the letter, and he made his way down stairs to get breakfast, actually it was really lunch time as he had slept in.
"Nice of you to join us, boy." Uncle Vernon said as Harry made his way into the kitchen.
Harry just looked at him with dead eyes. Vernon seemed taken aback by the coldness in Harry's eyes and turned to look to Petunia with a questioning look of fear and anxiety.
After his breakfast / lunch he went on his normal walk thinking about his plans to escape all of the pain that he was in and the sorrow that he was gong though. Once again as he was walking in the park he saw Tonks watching nonchalantly a little ways away. He gave her the glare that was now almost always on his face. Tonks gave him a frown back and continued on her watch.
Harry made his way to a bench and sat down. As he was sitting a group of teenagers about his age started towards the park. He could tell that they were all friends and had no worries. He watched as they chatted and laughed, and now more then ever he wished that he could be normal like those kids. He wished that he was in that group and that he was ordinary. He felt a tear run down his eye and he quickly brushed it away and went back to Privet Drive.
When he got back to his room he found two owls sitting on his desk, one was with a box tied to its leg. He went to go see who these letters were from.
One was from Ginny he looked at it and tossed in to the pile with the others. He turned to the owl that looked like it was a school owl. On the box it read: TO HARRY POTTER FROM DAD. Harry looked twice at the box and sure enough it said that the box was indeed from his father.
Attached to the box was a letter from Dumbledore.
Harry,
Your dad told me to give this to you when it was time and I believe that you will find this gift very use full.
Headmaster,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry then looked at the box his father had sent him. He contemplated opening it and decided that now was not the best time, was still wasn't over Sirius and he knew if he read the letter he would sink further in to depression, and start thinking about what could have been, and what if.
He spent the day in his room and went into another restless night sleep dreaming about Sirius.
He woke the next day to another owl, as he got up he saw that it was from Moody, the only roadblock in his plan to flee Privet Drive. He tore the letter open.
Harry,
Nice to know that you are making contact with the outside world in a friendly manor, I heard how you little meeting with Remus went. As to your first question about hiding magic, it is possible although the Ministry doesn't let people use it very much, but I just happen to know the spell and I will tell you what it is, as a little extra practice never hurt anyone. To mask you magic you need to point your wand at your self and say the words Hidao Magico. That should do the trick but be careful because if you do it wrong the Ministry will pick up on magic at your house and we don't want another trial like last year. To your next request I will tell you that my next watch is in three days starting at 12:00pm. If you still want to talk to me, I will see you then. Also don't worry I won't tell any one about you writing me, though I am sure that your friends would like to hear, as well as Dumbledore. See you in three days.
Moody
Three days, that meant that he knew the timeline and he set to work to finalize his escape, when all was said and done he decided that he would run in two days.
Two days had passed quicker than he thought was possible. Before he knew it HW was waking to the morning of the second day. He made sure he had everything, his cloak, photo album, wand, Firebolt, and his father's gift that Dumbledore had sent him. He needed to pack these items so he set to work.
"Hidao Magico" he bellowed with the wand pointing at him self. He felt an icy wave of air surround him and then it vanished.
He stood there wondering if the spell had worked, and after five minutes and no Ministry owl he thought it was safe to continue.
He cast an enlarging spell on his bag, he placed all of his items into his bag and cast a feather light spell onto his sack and checked his room for any other items that he might need.
He threw the cloak over him self and his Firebolt and went to open his window, but before he took off he took one last look at his room, and thought of all the restless nights sleep that he had suffered in here, his aunt and uncles torture, his pain and suffering, hope fully him running away would relieve him of these feelings.
Harry took in a deep breath of fresh air as he turned to the window again. "I hope I'm doing the right thing." And Harry took off into the horizon with his broom making his way towards London.
The wind in Harry's face was all he needed for his doubts of what he was doing to go away. He was doing the right thing, he knew it. There would be no more Dursley's, no more Dumbledore trying to protect him, no people to get hurt because of him, he was going to be free of the burden that was placed upon him, he was no longer going to be known as the boy who lived.
After two hours of flying he saw the outskirts of London on the horizon. He landed in a secluded area in a spot he knew was close to the Leaky Cauldron and shrunk his broom to fit into his bag that he brought with him. It only took him five minutes to locate the grimy looking pub. When he got to the door he put the hood of his cloak up to hide his face and he stepped thought the door.
For the first time ever he was not hounded for autographs when he enter the main bar area, he walked briskly to the back of the pub and tapped the right bricks and entered Diagon Alley. With his hood still up around his face he walked through the alley avoiding anyone's eyes. As he walked he noticed the difference in security, ever since Fudge told everyone that He Who Must Not Be Named as back he placed Auror's in all public places.
He came to the steppes of a large white building that marked his arrival at Gringotts, he made his way in to the ancient building and up to the nearest available goblin.
"I would like to make a with drawl and exchange that money for muggle money"
"Your key please," The goblin said without even looking up from his paperwork. When Harry gave him the key and the goblin examined it he asked how much money was to be exchanged.
"I want what ever is equivalent to one thousand gallons."
At this remark for so much money the goblin looked at the key in detail, then he head shot straight up to look at Harry, thankfully Harry had his hood up to block his face and more importantly his scar. When the goblin came back with Harry's money Harry thanked him for his kindness and made his way back to the Leaky Cauldron.
Before he stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron for what he hoped was the last time in a long time, for he wanted to isolate him self from the wizarding world, he realized how hard that was going to be, he grew to love this world and now he was trying to escape it. For about the hundredth time since he left he wondered if he was doing the right thing, as the thought was passing through his head he saw Dean and Seamus enter the building with smiles on their faces, they were his friends and they were happy. While staring at his friends from a distance he noticed that a patron in the pub was holding a Daily Prophet up reading it, on the cover was a picture of the Dark Mark, and the headline WHERE ARE THE AURORS?, his gaze flashed back to Dean and Seamus they too were in danger because he knew them, and that thought of question if he was doing the right thing went straight out the door as he stepped on to the streets of London.
As Harry was wondering the streets of London looking for a place to stay for a while he came across a run down Hotel.
"This will be better than the streets." He mumbled to himself as he turned to go into the hotel.
When he entered the hotel the clerk at the desk greeted him. "Hello welcome to the Westridge Hotel. How may I help you?"
"I would like a room, but I'm not sure how long I will need it for."
"Don't worry, we always have vacancy. The rooms are forty Euros a night."
Harry handed over the money and the clerk handed Harry a room key, Harry made his way the room.
When he turned the key to go in he said. "Here's to a new life." And his new life started with his new home at Room 121, Westridge Hotel.