Hey everyone! This is my very first fanfic EVER. I thought I would give it a shot and see what happens. So please, any compliments, comments, or constructive criticism is welcome!
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Chapter One: Coming of Age
(This takes place in Harry's 7th year.)
Harry was psyched. It was the Summer before his seventh year, and in only five minutes, he would be SEVENTEEN!!! His birth-day never seemed so wonderful. Only five minutes until he was of age. Only five minutes until he could do magic, OUTSIDE OF HOGWARTS!!! He was ecstatic! He would finally Get sweet, sweet revenge on the Dursleys for all of the horrible things they had ever done to Harry. Ever since they found out about Harry's Godfather, Sirius, being dead, they had gone all out on being as mean and terrible as they ever had before.
Little scraps of food under the door, only being able to leave his tiny little room to go to the bathroom. Of course, they were not stupid. They knew that if they had stopped him from sending messages, his "freak" friends would try and save him. Although he had been sending pleas for help from his friends, Dumbledore had forbidden that anyone should come to help him, for if he left the Dursleys, Voldemort would have a clear shot at him. His friends were forced to stay put and do nothing for poor Harry. That reached only as far as coming and actually taking him away. Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid had supplied him with enough sweets and candies that he had no problem about eating enough. Harry looked at his watch, silently counting down the minutes until he would be free from the Dursley's restraints. Only two minutes left now.
He had received three birthday cards. One from Ron, with a never ending supply of chocolate frogs attached, one from Hermione with a book about history of magic that only stopped shouting for you to read it if you left it open all the time, and one from Hagrid and the Order that had a new pocketknife that could unlock any lock and undo any knot (much like the one Sirius had given him). Thirty seconds left until he would be free! Fifteen seconds, ten seconds, five seconds, and........zero!!! He was now of age! No more insistent complaining from the Dursleys. No more being forced to do things he didn't want to! He jumped up and whooped in the air, as loud as he could.
He didn't care that right now all three of the Dursley's were asleep. He would never again have to worry about what they thought. He burst through his door, right into the purple face of Uncle Vernon. "What is the meaning of this outburst"?!?!, his uncle shouted. Harry leaned in and spit right into his Uncle's face. It looked as though his uncle was about to explode. The fat man looked at him as though he wanted nothing more than to hit him right in the nose. Harry just laughed and said, in a mocking tone, "What? Isn't old man Vernon going to do something? Is he afraid that Harry is now seventeen? Is he afraid that this means Harry can use magic outside of his school"? Now Harry could see fear blossoming in those beady little eyes. Harry just smiled to himself and pronounced to uncle Vernon, "Things are going to be a little different around here now, and there's nothing you can do to stop it". Harry welled with the joy of having just humiliated his uncle and nothing had happened. Yes indeed, things would be different, Harry thought.