A/N: this is the second time that i have updated today, i hope you guys
like the third chappie!!!
Harry woke stiff, sore and chilled. Lifting his head up, he realized that he had fallen asleep on his bed still fully clothed. He massaged a kink out of his neck as he turned to look at his clock. It was still early morning and his window was covered in the clouded remnants of night rain. He stood up and walked to the eastern wall of his bedroom. He carefully scratched out one more day on his Hogwarts countdown calendar. Harry then stole out of his room and tip-toed down the hallway past the snoring Dudly's room and the room of his aunt and uncle. He made for the kitchen, but changed his mind part way there and he bypassed the kitchen door. Instead he opened the front door and crept out of number 4, Privet drive.
Harry felt tired. His many sleepless nights were undoubtedly catching up with him. His brain felt as if someone had removed it and pounded it with a rock and then replaced it inside his head. His mind was in an iron vise and his eyes felt as if they were going to explode open.
Harry wanted to walk and walk, never stopping, never looking back. He needed to distance himself from that house and the people inside it, and he also needed to distance himself from his own concience. As he walked down Privet drive, and number 4 disappeared in the early morning mist, he wished that the mist would forever stay, hiding that house, swallowing and smothering all around it, that the fog would seep into his own mind, and ease it into oblivion.
Once again, Harry felt hot tears stream from his eyes, mingling with the fog on his damp face. He stuck his hands in his pockets and turned around. He stood for long moments, staring into the vapor that concealed his reletive's home.
Sighing, and wiping tears from his face, he started back down the lane. In the end, he could only run away from his life for a small time, for even as he tried to walk away from it, his life kept advancing out of the fog and tapping him on the shoulder. Fog is temporary, for it soon disapates in the sun. What could he, Harry do but try to keep up with his life?
Yah, i know, i know, it's short, but oh well....please REVIEW!!!!!!
Harry woke stiff, sore and chilled. Lifting his head up, he realized that he had fallen asleep on his bed still fully clothed. He massaged a kink out of his neck as he turned to look at his clock. It was still early morning and his window was covered in the clouded remnants of night rain. He stood up and walked to the eastern wall of his bedroom. He carefully scratched out one more day on his Hogwarts countdown calendar. Harry then stole out of his room and tip-toed down the hallway past the snoring Dudly's room and the room of his aunt and uncle. He made for the kitchen, but changed his mind part way there and he bypassed the kitchen door. Instead he opened the front door and crept out of number 4, Privet drive.
Harry felt tired. His many sleepless nights were undoubtedly catching up with him. His brain felt as if someone had removed it and pounded it with a rock and then replaced it inside his head. His mind was in an iron vise and his eyes felt as if they were going to explode open.
Harry wanted to walk and walk, never stopping, never looking back. He needed to distance himself from that house and the people inside it, and he also needed to distance himself from his own concience. As he walked down Privet drive, and number 4 disappeared in the early morning mist, he wished that the mist would forever stay, hiding that house, swallowing and smothering all around it, that the fog would seep into his own mind, and ease it into oblivion.
Once again, Harry felt hot tears stream from his eyes, mingling with the fog on his damp face. He stuck his hands in his pockets and turned around. He stood for long moments, staring into the vapor that concealed his reletive's home.
Sighing, and wiping tears from his face, he started back down the lane. In the end, he could only run away from his life for a small time, for even as he tried to walk away from it, his life kept advancing out of the fog and tapping him on the shoulder. Fog is temporary, for it soon disapates in the sun. What could he, Harry do but try to keep up with his life?
Yah, i know, i know, it's short, but oh well....please REVIEW!!!!!!