Hey Guys, so sorry for the lack of updating, broke my leg(tore the cartlidge in my knee actually) in a skiing accident, so I haven't written too much or even thought of a title for this installment. I promise that the no other chapter(except the continuation of this one) will be so short, nor will they be as long as chapter 1. Sorry about the double posting, I see what I can do about that. Any way here you go...Enjoy... Steff
Harry Potter was not a normal boy, no matter how much he wished to be. How many sixteen year olds wielded a wand as skillfully as Harry? And what number of young-already- been- through- puberty men had defeated the Dark Lord numerous times with nothing to show for it but their lives? None of that mattered now; none of that had ever mattered.
What mattered now was that he was stuck in a house (locked in his room actually) with three idiotic gits; two whales and an ice pick. None of whom cared enough to know who he was, nobody seemed to cared enough.
His friends hadn't even written to him. The statement itself was a lie. They had written, but sparsely. Only the occasional ' we feel so sorry for Harry' letter and birthday cards of course had arrived. He didn't read most of them; he didn't even open them (what was the point?) They were all stashed in the rickety floorboard near his bed. It was starting to get rather full, that space with his school books and what not, maybe Dudley would eat the letters.
He wasn't looking forward to school either. There was loads of upcoming homework and Malfoy's criticism- he could defend himself, but the events of last year it seemed hadn't haunted him enough.
Last year he was 'hormone boy' always feeling sorry for himself. Not this time, maybe not. He knew that he'd be labeled as depressed worn out hero who had seen too much death' but he didn't care. At least, he tried not to care. Again none of that matter now, not even Sirius mattered now.
He had to live, and he had to live today, unfortunately. This had to be his life, such a lame statement, but true. He had to focus and today's focus was getting out of this house.
Magnolia Crescent had only become more inviting since he was cornered by dementors last summer (really!) He desperately wanted out, but the Dursley's had forbidden him from going anywhere near the front and back doors. 'Harry made too much trouble and confronted Dudley with too many tempting situations that would force him to make regrettable choices' had been Aunt Petunia's explanation for keeping him locked up. Harry only liked to pretend that he was the one with the gang of arrogant twits who beat up small children for their rice cakes.
But his Aunt and Uncle had never said anything about going near the windows. He only had to wait until that emaciated cow and her ginormous husband and son were asleep which he could tell by their snores.
Vernon had felt safe about not having to check on Harry every hour by adding a lock (which locked from the outside, no doubt) to his nephew's door. But Harry was more conniving than his uncle thought. Finally at a quarter to one am ha was able to hear the astounding snorts of his 'guardians.' He lifted the sheets to reveal a fully dressed Harry, shoes and all.