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Chapter 2
The Taxi Ride to Kings Cross: Reality of Home
"Good Morning!" Harry said excitedly to Hedwig who cooed softly in reply. Harry made sure everything was packed, buried at the bottom of the trunk was Fred and George birthday present, a subscription to Wicked Witch Magazine. The nude witch on the cover had kept Harry's mind occupied for quite a bit of the summer. The twins have given it to him when he when had slipped out to get his school supplies at Diagon Alley earlier that summer. Business was booming and Harry thought that the Weasley's twins would reek more havoc at Hogwarts now then they did they did in all their seven years combined.
Harry finished his final check, took out his wand and in on fluid motion and said "Locomotor trunk!" His trunk sprang to life and followed him down the stairs. Harry had found out early on in the summer, that the ministry had basically stopped caring about under aged usage of magic. He had grown accustomed to sleeping with his wand under his pillow. One night he a noise and then cast a reducto spell that had caused the windows so explode. Aunt Petunia wasn't happy about that, but little did she know that years later she would still be finding shards of glass, in her flower beds.
Dudley poked his head out of his room to see the enchanted trunk. "Mummy! Mummy! Harry's using...using...maa..gi-"
"Don't make me turn you into a pig!" said Harry without a second thought. "Unlike Hagrid, when I'm done with you Aunt Petunia may mistake you for dinner. Dudley swallowed hard, then ducked back into room without another word. "That is what I thought," Harry breathed. Then he smirked and headed down the stairs. How he loved his new found power.
At the base of the stairs Harry shouted "I'm leaving!" Uncle Vernon grunted in reply, it sounded a bit like good riddance. "My sentiments exactly," Harry said as he slammed the door behind him.
Seeing no taxi in sight, Harry sat down on the curb and waited. It was a beautiful day out but that did not reflect Harry's mood. Of course he was happy to be returning home, but the remembrance of the past year still haunted him. He traced the well polished handle of his Firebolt. No matter what better models came out, this would always be his favorite. It was as if he had tamed something wild and uncontrollable. Nothing like this could ever replace that feeling between his legs.
Then he remembered who had given him his Firebolt to him; Sirius. And just as he was about to give himself, yet another, mental beating, the cab showed up. The cab more like screeched up, for it had taken the corner rather hard (a.n. jewels shame). Harry looked up at the wrinkled balding manhood, who had one eye that was significantly larger than the other, and seemed to follow you around where ever you went. With great ease the man put Harry's trunk in the boot of the car. Harry got in without a word and was surprised to see that the cabbie didn't even give Hedwig a second glance. But that idea slipped right off his mind as he muttered, "Kings Cross Station, please." With that the taxi began with a lurch. After watching the scenery of Little Whinging slowly disappear.
" 'Cuse me sir, but are Harry Potter?" The cabbie turned all the way around in his seat and gave Harry a good stolid look.
"Aren't you watching the road?" Harry said with a bit of fear.
"Enchanted," The balding man replied as if ever muggle knew that. "So you aren't the infamous Harry Potter?"
Harry really didn't want to talk about this now, "But what about the ministry?" He would have thought that they would at least be worried about something big like a man driving an enchanted car though London.
"They've been so busy with the return of you-know-who... that well... they aren't as efficient as there were. A man's gotta make a living somehow." Returning to this original line of questioning. "Well, are you are aren't you?"
"I'm..." He opened his mouth but the words just wouldn't come out. "I'm no one." He finally spitted out, for the grueling reality set in, if this was all a mistake he was not anyone important in the grand scale of things. To Harry's relief the cab then came to yet another jarring stop. "Thanks." Harry said as he counted out his money, he thought it would be fine to pay the man in galleons, for that was all he had. He dropped a few into the cabbie hand, who quickly gave them back.
"For the great Harry Potter, the ride is on me."
"But I'm not-"
"You are who you say you are. Nothing, nor no one can tell you. It's just something that you have to know. Harry, remember that every man controls his own destiny." And with that Harry slammed the car door.