PAIN. That was the only thing that Harry felt at that very moment. Pain in
his heart. Pain in his head. Pain all over his body. Emotional pain.
Physical pain. His eyes were closed and it seemed that it would take him
forever just to open one eyelid. Pulling together all his strength he
opened his left eye. Harry Potter was no longer at number 4 Privit Drive,
but in a dark cool (A/N I was going to say snowing but I think its to hot
for that so I only said cool!) alleyway. Not knowing how long he was there,
or where it was, opened his left eye and with all of his courage and
strength, rose to a sitting position by leaning on the stone wall.
As he did this something fell off of his lap. It was a letter, crumpled, from the improper use of Magic Office
Dear Mr. Potter, It has come to the attention of the Ministry of Magic that an Unforgivable Curse was used in your house at precisely 5:02 PM. As you know that is life in Azkaban and as a second offence you are expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Aurors will be searching for you, I suggest you pack your belongings and be ready when they come to your door. Sincerely, Malfada Hoprick Improper Use of Magic Office
I must have..killed.Uncle Vernon unintentionally. He thought. What was he going to do know, he was alone in a cold alleyway with no food, no water..and no clothes, he had completely forgottten, all he was wearing was underwear. But for some odd reason, he had a wand with him he guessed Uncle Vernon didn't want magical things in the house. His books had probably been burned. Harry was trying to think of what to do when he noticed a store across the street that was closed; he guessed it must have been very late at night. Maybe, since I'm already expelled, than I can use magic, they can't find me, so they can't snap my wand. He gathered up all his strength to stand it was very difficult, his chest hurt and he guessed that one of his ribs was broke. 'But where is the gun shot wound..i was sure he shot me.'he thought .He pushed it out of his mind and struggled at first but got to his feet. Harry felt so humiliated; he was standing in a dark alleyway in nothing but underwear. Nothing could be worse.
Just then....it did.
Rain started pouring down on him, so Harry made a run for it dodging cars and potholes made it to the store.
"Mobiliarbus" Harry whispered. And the glass window was pulled out of its frame and was thrown one block away and qickly dropped, then shattered into a million pieces.
Quickly Harry went into the store and got a pair of pants and shirt and put them on straight away. He was not going to walk around that store half naked!(for Americans this store is equivalent to Wal-Mart) Harry went and got all he could: Clothes, Food, Drink, and anything else that came to mind. He used his wand and a charm to make them shrink so he could fit them in his pocket and just take them with him.
Then with that he jumped through the no glass window and disappeared out of sight.
~*~*~
"Ron, I'm worried..Harry hasn't written us back yet." Hermione said in a state of panic. "It's just not like him not to write back." By then she had begun to pace. Hermione had been at The Burrow for 3 weeks now and they must have written Harry at least 4 letters...they had no reply. School was starting in 1 week.(AN just to let you know, Harry wasn't in a coma for 3 weeks)
"Maybe his relatives are keeping them from him", Ron replied trying to calm Hermione down.
"No..Ron...I feel it. Something's the matter"
"Hermione, you're just being paranoid, everything is fine, and you will see so when he shows up on the train to school next week. I mean, Hogwarts is Harry's home and he has no intention of not going. I mean even if he was expelled he would still go!!" Ron said in a joking matter
Hermione just glared. "Ron! Don't joke about that! For all we know he could be!"
"WOULD YOU STOP ALREADY!! HARRY IS FINE! HE'S NOT EXPELLED! THERE IS NOTHING WRONG! YOU'RE BEING PARANOID! P-A-R-A-N-O-I-D!!" Ron shouted. Hermione looked like she was about to burst into tears. She tore from the kitchen and ran up the narrow staircase. Fred and George were looking at Ron as though he had said something extremely rude. "What?", he asked.
~*~*
"Hey! Get back here, kid!"
Harry ran like the wind, dodging people as he tried to get away from the angry shop owner that he had just stolen from. One can of food. He didn't even have a knife to open it with; he would have if he had his trunk with all his school belongings and the knife that Sirius have given him . School. Today was September the 1st and it was 11:01 AM. The train always leaves on time and his friends wouldn't even care, they would be happy. Not that his friends would wonder where he was. They had written him hate letters over the summer.
Flashback
Hedwig flew in the open window to Harry Potters' room with to letters in her beak. One from Ron Weasely, and one from Hermione Granger, his two best friends at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He eagerly opened the one from Hermione first. It read:
Harry Potter, I didn't bother to put dear because you are not a dear person. I hate you. Everyone at school hates you and we hope that you never come back again. I would rather die than see your face again at Hogwarts. You didn't even get that good of marks in your classes. You let Cedric Diggory die in that graveyard, so don't bother denying it. I hope I never see you again. Hermione Granger
His heart fell. Surely this couldn't be the Hermione that kissed him on the cheek when he got off the Hogwarts Express. This had to be a joke. Not the Hermione he knew could write something as mean as that letter had been. 'Maybe Ron's is telling me its just a joke.' He thought.
Harry Potter, You're nobody. I never want to see your face again at Hogwarts. If you come back I will switch houses(if it is possible) and be put in Slytherin. That is better than having to wake up and see you every mourning. You are a murderer and I can't believe I ever opened my house to you. I hope you burn in hell(A/n- notice anything.) Ron Weasley
His heart dropped, and splattered.
End of Flashback
A/N ok that's chapter 2, I read over it like 3 times and those are the changes I made, I think I need a beta reader, but I'm not going to give away the job very easily so if u want to e-mail me or IM me, tell me why, and I will let you read the 3rd chapter and make the changes, whose ever Is the best they get it, first come first serve the the 1st 5. I hope to have the next chapter up soon! Remember..the more reviews I get the faster I will write!
As he did this something fell off of his lap. It was a letter, crumpled, from the improper use of Magic Office
Dear Mr. Potter, It has come to the attention of the Ministry of Magic that an Unforgivable Curse was used in your house at precisely 5:02 PM. As you know that is life in Azkaban and as a second offence you are expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Aurors will be searching for you, I suggest you pack your belongings and be ready when they come to your door. Sincerely, Malfada Hoprick Improper Use of Magic Office
I must have..killed.Uncle Vernon unintentionally. He thought. What was he going to do know, he was alone in a cold alleyway with no food, no water..and no clothes, he had completely forgottten, all he was wearing was underwear. But for some odd reason, he had a wand with him he guessed Uncle Vernon didn't want magical things in the house. His books had probably been burned. Harry was trying to think of what to do when he noticed a store across the street that was closed; he guessed it must have been very late at night. Maybe, since I'm already expelled, than I can use magic, they can't find me, so they can't snap my wand. He gathered up all his strength to stand it was very difficult, his chest hurt and he guessed that one of his ribs was broke. 'But where is the gun shot wound..i was sure he shot me.'he thought .He pushed it out of his mind and struggled at first but got to his feet. Harry felt so humiliated; he was standing in a dark alleyway in nothing but underwear. Nothing could be worse.
Just then....it did.
Rain started pouring down on him, so Harry made a run for it dodging cars and potholes made it to the store.
"Mobiliarbus" Harry whispered. And the glass window was pulled out of its frame and was thrown one block away and qickly dropped, then shattered into a million pieces.
Quickly Harry went into the store and got a pair of pants and shirt and put them on straight away. He was not going to walk around that store half naked!(for Americans this store is equivalent to Wal-Mart) Harry went and got all he could: Clothes, Food, Drink, and anything else that came to mind. He used his wand and a charm to make them shrink so he could fit them in his pocket and just take them with him.
Then with that he jumped through the no glass window and disappeared out of sight.
~*~*~
"Ron, I'm worried..Harry hasn't written us back yet." Hermione said in a state of panic. "It's just not like him not to write back." By then she had begun to pace. Hermione had been at The Burrow for 3 weeks now and they must have written Harry at least 4 letters...they had no reply. School was starting in 1 week.(AN just to let you know, Harry wasn't in a coma for 3 weeks)
"Maybe his relatives are keeping them from him", Ron replied trying to calm Hermione down.
"No..Ron...I feel it. Something's the matter"
"Hermione, you're just being paranoid, everything is fine, and you will see so when he shows up on the train to school next week. I mean, Hogwarts is Harry's home and he has no intention of not going. I mean even if he was expelled he would still go!!" Ron said in a joking matter
Hermione just glared. "Ron! Don't joke about that! For all we know he could be!"
"WOULD YOU STOP ALREADY!! HARRY IS FINE! HE'S NOT EXPELLED! THERE IS NOTHING WRONG! YOU'RE BEING PARANOID! P-A-R-A-N-O-I-D!!" Ron shouted. Hermione looked like she was about to burst into tears. She tore from the kitchen and ran up the narrow staircase. Fred and George were looking at Ron as though he had said something extremely rude. "What?", he asked.
~*~*
"Hey! Get back here, kid!"
Harry ran like the wind, dodging people as he tried to get away from the angry shop owner that he had just stolen from. One can of food. He didn't even have a knife to open it with; he would have if he had his trunk with all his school belongings and the knife that Sirius have given him . School. Today was September the 1st and it was 11:01 AM. The train always leaves on time and his friends wouldn't even care, they would be happy. Not that his friends would wonder where he was. They had written him hate letters over the summer.
Flashback
Hedwig flew in the open window to Harry Potters' room with to letters in her beak. One from Ron Weasely, and one from Hermione Granger, his two best friends at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He eagerly opened the one from Hermione first. It read:
Harry Potter, I didn't bother to put dear because you are not a dear person. I hate you. Everyone at school hates you and we hope that you never come back again. I would rather die than see your face again at Hogwarts. You didn't even get that good of marks in your classes. You let Cedric Diggory die in that graveyard, so don't bother denying it. I hope I never see you again. Hermione Granger
His heart fell. Surely this couldn't be the Hermione that kissed him on the cheek when he got off the Hogwarts Express. This had to be a joke. Not the Hermione he knew could write something as mean as that letter had been. 'Maybe Ron's is telling me its just a joke.' He thought.
Harry Potter, You're nobody. I never want to see your face again at Hogwarts. If you come back I will switch houses(if it is possible) and be put in Slytherin. That is better than having to wake up and see you every mourning. You are a murderer and I can't believe I ever opened my house to you. I hope you burn in hell(A/n- notice anything.) Ron Weasley
His heart dropped, and splattered.
End of Flashback
A/N ok that's chapter 2, I read over it like 3 times and those are the changes I made, I think I need a beta reader, but I'm not going to give away the job very easily so if u want to e-mail me or IM me, tell me why, and I will let you read the 3rd chapter and make the changes, whose ever Is the best they get it, first come first serve the the 1st 5. I hope to have the next chapter up soon! Remember..the more reviews I get the faster I will write!