OH the woes of being a Teenager
Summary: This story is TOTALLY disregarding OOTP. Harry, tired of being bullied by the Dursley's, runs away. When a distraught Sirius finally catches up with him and confronts him he finds his beloved godson changed, and not for the better. Includes major teen issues, including drugs and smoking etc.
The quiet rain on the rooftop was enough to lull anybody into a dream world filled with pleasant things like pink bunnies dancing care freely in a meadow filled with daisies. Not for Harry Potter, however. The current boy in question lay on his bed staring at the luminescent red digital numbers of his buzzing alarm clock. 'Its 3:30' he thought, 'Showtime'. Harry gingerly got off his bed and made his way down the white washed hallway to the bathroom. 'Honestly, must everything in this godforsaken house be WHITE?' he thought as he entered the off white bathroom.
Harry stopped to examine himself in the full length mirror on his way to the bathroom's small window. Harry had a grown a few inches since the third task of the Triwizard Tournament, his jet black hair was still as unruly as ever and he entertained the fact that he looked slightly like a beanpole with a head. If at all possible, he had lost a great deal of weight since the beginning of summer due to the fact the Dursley's would no longer allow him to eat meals with them. He lived off of the stale sweets that the Hogwart's Express train provided on their journeys to and from the school.
Harry glared at his reflection and muttered 'that's gonna change', Harry walked the three feet to the window and pried it open quietly all the while listening for any sign that the Dursley's had heard. 'I can't believe I'm leaving the Dursley's' He thought with a rush of excitement. Harry climbed up and over the window sill, cautiously lowering himself down by his fingertips 'just a bit further' he thought. The rain that was coming down in rivulets did not help matters for Harry at all. Suddenly Harry was flying through the air flapping his arms wildly. He landed on the ground with a loud "UMPH!"
"Oh just BEAUTIFUL!" Harry said irritably, looking up pouring sky with something akin to anger in his eyes. Harry closed his eyes for a minute trying to get his wits about himself. He thought back to the previous day..
FLASHBACK
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon roared up from the kitchen.
Harry looked up perplexed and with a slight air of fear about him. 'What have I done now' he thought in a panic, 'I've done all my chores, cooked them breakfast without burning it, painted the garage, cleaned Dudley's room and.. OH shit.. I've forgotten to paint the fence.'
"Boy! You will get your arse down here this second!" Harry's Uncle roared again.
"Ah, well time to meet my doom." Harry muttered under his breathe as he made his way out of his dirty room and descended the stairs slowly. When he made it to the bottom he noticed his Uncle was standing in the living room positively spitting with rage. Harry winced. 'Oh joy, this is going to just oodles and noodles of fun'
"What the ruddy hell do you think this is boy!?" His Uncle bellowed. "You forgot to paint the fenc—"
"Uncle Vernon, I can explain!" Harry interrupted in hopes of cutting his Uncle off before he could work himself up and give himself a heart attack. 'Maybe that wouldn't be such a horrible thing' Harry thought wryly.
"Don't you dare smirk at me, you insolent little rat!"
Suddenly Uncle Vernon's hand came out of no where. Harry had no time to duck or even think about moving out of the way.
Smack
Uncle Vernon's hand collided with Harry cheek painfully. Harry was knocked back on to the floor, completely shocked. And then he grew angry.
"How dare you" Harry whispered. He was so angry he was shaking. Uncle Vernon reeled back, staring at his nephew in slight fear. The china on Aunt Petunia's Mantle began to rattle dangerously.
"If you EVER touch me again I will make you regret it in ways you cant even fathom" Harry whispered so fiercely his uncle's eyes widened and he nodded glancing at the mantle. Harry then picked himself up off the floor and made his way to his room. He couldn't resist adding one last tid bit "Oh and ill be sure to mention this little incident to my godfather, Sirius Black, you know, the murderer." Harry smirked. And with that, Harry stomped up the stairs angrily leaving a fully terrified Vernon Dursley in his wake.
End Flash Back
Harry opened his eyes. 'Never again' he thought, 'Never again will I be subjected to their servitude like some house elf. I'm leaving this place; I can make it on my own. I'll go to Gringotts, the wizarding bank and get some galleons transferred into muggle money before Dumbledore or any other wizards' notice I'm missing, then ill go to muggle London and rough it. It's the perfect plan.
Harry got off the ground now thoroughly soaked. He grabbed his backpack that had his temporarily shrunken items in it. He had planted it their earlier this evening already anticipating that he would be using the bathroom as his escape route. He started off towards the street heading in the general direction of Magnolia Crescent when a thought occurred to him. Why not just owl the Weasely's and ask to stay at their place? Harry immediately dismissed that idea. He didn't want to be responsible for putting any of the Weasley's in danger.
With a start, Harry realized that he had begun walking while he had mulled over the idea of owling the Weasley's. He was already at Magnolia Crescent. The taxi sat like planned at the end of the street. Harry grinned; everything was going according to plan. He quickly made his was down the road towards it. He approached the passenger's side and opened the door launching himself into the dry confines of the backseat.
"Ver to?" The middle aged Frenchman asked.
"Uhh, London" Harry stammered nervously. The Frenchman reminded him creepily of a mixture of Krum and Fluer Delacour.
"Zure ting" He answered stepping on the gas hard. The car screeched away at an alarming pace. Harry turned around in his seat and watched in awe as Magnolia Crescent and the end of his 'childhood' disappeared into the distance.
An hour and a half later he had arrived in London due to the driver's lead foot. Harry shakily exited the car after paying the man the fare. It had stopped raining long ago and a fine mist was coming down on the pavement of the sidewalk. He looked up and around, and saw the Leaky Cauldron's sign hanging a hundred feet down from where he was. Harry's face lit up into a bright grin.
'Here's to the beginning of the rest of my life' he thought impishly.
A/N: Well there you have it, the first chapter. Love it, hate it? You tell me and review. Constructive criticism is GRATEFULLY appreciated. I want at least 5 reviews before I continue, however. I will be getting to the 'good stuff' eventually.. Its going to take sometime though, believe it or not, I've actually got a plot idea for this story.
In the next Chapter: Dumbledore and the unknown order find out Harry's missing, Sirius flies into a panic and Remus must stop him from tearing the whole of England down trying to find his godson. Harry meets some interesting friends that may not be a good influence on him.
--Az
Summary: This story is TOTALLY disregarding OOTP. Harry, tired of being bullied by the Dursley's, runs away. When a distraught Sirius finally catches up with him and confronts him he finds his beloved godson changed, and not for the better. Includes major teen issues, including drugs and smoking etc.
The quiet rain on the rooftop was enough to lull anybody into a dream world filled with pleasant things like pink bunnies dancing care freely in a meadow filled with daisies. Not for Harry Potter, however. The current boy in question lay on his bed staring at the luminescent red digital numbers of his buzzing alarm clock. 'Its 3:30' he thought, 'Showtime'. Harry gingerly got off his bed and made his way down the white washed hallway to the bathroom. 'Honestly, must everything in this godforsaken house be WHITE?' he thought as he entered the off white bathroom.
Harry stopped to examine himself in the full length mirror on his way to the bathroom's small window. Harry had a grown a few inches since the third task of the Triwizard Tournament, his jet black hair was still as unruly as ever and he entertained the fact that he looked slightly like a beanpole with a head. If at all possible, he had lost a great deal of weight since the beginning of summer due to the fact the Dursley's would no longer allow him to eat meals with them. He lived off of the stale sweets that the Hogwart's Express train provided on their journeys to and from the school.
Harry glared at his reflection and muttered 'that's gonna change', Harry walked the three feet to the window and pried it open quietly all the while listening for any sign that the Dursley's had heard. 'I can't believe I'm leaving the Dursley's' He thought with a rush of excitement. Harry climbed up and over the window sill, cautiously lowering himself down by his fingertips 'just a bit further' he thought. The rain that was coming down in rivulets did not help matters for Harry at all. Suddenly Harry was flying through the air flapping his arms wildly. He landed on the ground with a loud "UMPH!"
"Oh just BEAUTIFUL!" Harry said irritably, looking up pouring sky with something akin to anger in his eyes. Harry closed his eyes for a minute trying to get his wits about himself. He thought back to the previous day..
FLASHBACK
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon roared up from the kitchen.
Harry looked up perplexed and with a slight air of fear about him. 'What have I done now' he thought in a panic, 'I've done all my chores, cooked them breakfast without burning it, painted the garage, cleaned Dudley's room and.. OH shit.. I've forgotten to paint the fence.'
"Boy! You will get your arse down here this second!" Harry's Uncle roared again.
"Ah, well time to meet my doom." Harry muttered under his breathe as he made his way out of his dirty room and descended the stairs slowly. When he made it to the bottom he noticed his Uncle was standing in the living room positively spitting with rage. Harry winced. 'Oh joy, this is going to just oodles and noodles of fun'
"What the ruddy hell do you think this is boy!?" His Uncle bellowed. "You forgot to paint the fenc—"
"Uncle Vernon, I can explain!" Harry interrupted in hopes of cutting his Uncle off before he could work himself up and give himself a heart attack. 'Maybe that wouldn't be such a horrible thing' Harry thought wryly.
"Don't you dare smirk at me, you insolent little rat!"
Suddenly Uncle Vernon's hand came out of no where. Harry had no time to duck or even think about moving out of the way.
Smack
Uncle Vernon's hand collided with Harry cheek painfully. Harry was knocked back on to the floor, completely shocked. And then he grew angry.
"How dare you" Harry whispered. He was so angry he was shaking. Uncle Vernon reeled back, staring at his nephew in slight fear. The china on Aunt Petunia's Mantle began to rattle dangerously.
"If you EVER touch me again I will make you regret it in ways you cant even fathom" Harry whispered so fiercely his uncle's eyes widened and he nodded glancing at the mantle. Harry then picked himself up off the floor and made his way to his room. He couldn't resist adding one last tid bit "Oh and ill be sure to mention this little incident to my godfather, Sirius Black, you know, the murderer." Harry smirked. And with that, Harry stomped up the stairs angrily leaving a fully terrified Vernon Dursley in his wake.
End Flash Back
Harry opened his eyes. 'Never again' he thought, 'Never again will I be subjected to their servitude like some house elf. I'm leaving this place; I can make it on my own. I'll go to Gringotts, the wizarding bank and get some galleons transferred into muggle money before Dumbledore or any other wizards' notice I'm missing, then ill go to muggle London and rough it. It's the perfect plan.
Harry got off the ground now thoroughly soaked. He grabbed his backpack that had his temporarily shrunken items in it. He had planted it their earlier this evening already anticipating that he would be using the bathroom as his escape route. He started off towards the street heading in the general direction of Magnolia Crescent when a thought occurred to him. Why not just owl the Weasely's and ask to stay at their place? Harry immediately dismissed that idea. He didn't want to be responsible for putting any of the Weasley's in danger.
With a start, Harry realized that he had begun walking while he had mulled over the idea of owling the Weasley's. He was already at Magnolia Crescent. The taxi sat like planned at the end of the street. Harry grinned; everything was going according to plan. He quickly made his was down the road towards it. He approached the passenger's side and opened the door launching himself into the dry confines of the backseat.
"Ver to?" The middle aged Frenchman asked.
"Uhh, London" Harry stammered nervously. The Frenchman reminded him creepily of a mixture of Krum and Fluer Delacour.
"Zure ting" He answered stepping on the gas hard. The car screeched away at an alarming pace. Harry turned around in his seat and watched in awe as Magnolia Crescent and the end of his 'childhood' disappeared into the distance.
An hour and a half later he had arrived in London due to the driver's lead foot. Harry shakily exited the car after paying the man the fare. It had stopped raining long ago and a fine mist was coming down on the pavement of the sidewalk. He looked up and around, and saw the Leaky Cauldron's sign hanging a hundred feet down from where he was. Harry's face lit up into a bright grin.
'Here's to the beginning of the rest of my life' he thought impishly.
A/N: Well there you have it, the first chapter. Love it, hate it? You tell me and review. Constructive criticism is GRATEFULLY appreciated. I want at least 5 reviews before I continue, however. I will be getting to the 'good stuff' eventually.. Its going to take sometime though, believe it or not, I've actually got a plot idea for this story.
In the next Chapter: Dumbledore and the unknown order find out Harry's missing, Sirius flies into a panic and Remus must stop him from tearing the whole of England down trying to find his godson. Harry meets some interesting friends that may not be a good influence on him.
--Az