Chapter 2 Running Away

As Harry went down for breakfast, he found the Dursley's already sitting around the kitchen table. Vernon Dursley, a large beefy man with a fat neck and big mustache, was hidden behind the morning newspaper while Dudley could be seen trying to steal a piece of bacon off his father's plate.

Harry chuckled as he remembered in the summer before his first year when Hagrid gave Dudley a pigtail poking out from his already enormous behind. Over the years, he had only grown much wider and a few inches taller to where he only extended more of his weight. He had been put on a diet on previous years, but it had done nothing for him. His mother, Petunia Dursley, would always just say he was big boned and well rounded. Harry new enough about his uncle and aunt not to make any further comments about that out loud.

Harry walked over to the counter to get himself a piece of toast catching the eye of his Aunt Petunia, who gave him a quick, sharp start before returning her gaze back out the window. Harry gave a quick glance to the window and saw MS. Figg, a person who had watched Harry many times when the Dursley's went away on holiday and found out last summer that she was a squib keeping an eye on him for the Order and Dumbledore, fussing over one of her many cats.

He shuffled around irritably over the thought of being watched over like he was some little kid. Hadn't he proved himself over and over again against Voldemort? A sick feeling came over him as he thought about the person who murdered is parents and must later kill him. While lost in thought, Harry accidentally knocked over a glass from the counter that fell to the floor. It shattered into a million pieces as it broke the silence in the room and smashed against the ground.

Vernon whipped his head out from his paper, his face turning a dark shade of puce. He then rounded on Harry and boomed,

"Boy what the hell do you think you are doing?!!" "

It..it was an accident," he stammered out, taken aback by his uncle's fuming temper.

"Accident boy?!" Vernon fumed. "You shouldn't even be down here from your room interrupting a family breakfast!"

"But I wasn't thinking. It accidentally happened."

Vernon cut him off mid-sentence before he could finish. "That's exactly what's wrong with you. You don't think about anyone except for yourself, just like your freak father."

Harry blinked in disbelief at his uncle just before he felt his temper rising in him just at it had in Dumbledore's office. He'd been waiting for an opportunity to have a go at his uncle and now seemed to be his time.

Vernon finished his shouting with, "...just like your father and look where he ended up and who he took with him!"

Before he knew what was happening, Harry charged his uncle with full force only to be stopped by the large bulk of man and his fist. Harry toppled backwards and onto the floor. Petunia shrieked as she tried to pull Vernon back. Vernon jerked his arm away and started towards Harry again, but he was quicker. Harry jumped back and pulled out his wand on his uncle.

Vernon froze and stared at the wand in his hand, then fumed, "Put that thing away boy! I know you're not allowed to do magic away from the freak school of yours or you'll get expelled or locked up by that..that ministry of yours!!" His face was a blood shade of burgundy, looking like his eyes were about to pop out and his face to explode.

Harry stood his ground. He didn't care anymore. He was at his breaking point. He had had enough of everything and everyone. He pointed his wand straight at Mr. Dursley and began shaking with all the pent up anger inside of him. Dishes around the kitchen began to break and shatter everywhere; then, before he knew it his scar began to burn. He fell to his knees, and then struggling, forced himself back onto his feet.

A million thoughts raced through his mind, but the one impending thought was that he had to get out of there. He had to get away the Dursley's and then he's figure out what to do. Abruptly interrupting his train of thought, he declared, "I'm leaving. I have to get out of here."

Vernon seemed to found his nerve again and grabbed Harry by the arm, shifting him to the other end of the room and throwing him against the wall and spat, "OH NO YOU DON'T BOY! You're not going anywhere!! You are not leaving this house!" Harry tried to struggle from the grasp his uncle had on him while pinning him against a corner in the wall, but only bruises seemed to be the result from the firm grip. Vernon punched Harry in the stomach to get him from struggling any further.

Harry keeled over from the force of the blow, but quickly got back up to stand. He realized he had just done magic unintentionally and would probably be expelled anyways so what would a little more hurt. Harry grabbed a firm grip on his wand and shouted "IMPENDIA." His uncle was blown backwards and hit the wall adjacent to Harry.

Petunia let out another shriek as she ran over to Vernon's side while Dudley just gaped open-mouthed at Harry and what he had just scene. Petunia berated Vernon by telling him to stop, "We don't need those 'freaks' coming by. Just let him go for now. At least he won't be around for a little while," she pleaded.

Vernon seemed thrilled with the idea and yelled, "Don't ever come back boy and bother our doorstep with you or your kind again!" he added as an afterthought to Harry as he was running up the stairs.

Harry ran up the stairs as if he was jumping over hurtles. He burst into his room and quickly began shoving everything into his trunk. He glanced over to his bed and saw owl with a letter in its beak. Figuring it to be a letter from the Ministry of Magic, he snatched it from the owl and tossed it into his trunk. The owl let out a loud screech, ruffled up it's feathers, and took flight.

Harry rushed over to his trunk and took out his invisibility cloak, then began to pry open the loose floor board and stuffed everything he could into his trunk and slammed it shut. Hedwig was out hunting, so Harry pointed his wand at his cage, shrunk it, performed a lightweight charm on his trunk, and did the same to it, and shoved them into his pocket. He began looking frantically around his room for his Firebolt. He let out a frustrated cry as he remembered it was still chained up in the dungeons at Hogwarts from the fowl Umbridge woman when she banned Harry from quidditch last year. He pulled his invisibility cloak around him and disappeared from 4 Pivet Drive.