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Chapter 1: Goodbye to all that is known

"Get back in there boy." Yelled a burly man as he threw a small teenager back into his room. Harry Potter slowly risen to his feet and wiped the blood from his mouth. Since his uncle no longer could throw Harry out the door, as punishment he took to physically abusing Harry. He only wished that Moody had followed his promise to visit Harry if there was trouble but unfortunately with the emergence of Voldermort in the public world their was too much for the order to do, to worry about little old Harry. Not only was Harry physically beaten to death but also his emotional state was not in better shape. He yearend to see his friends, to talk to them. This would be Harry's last year and Dumbledore wouldn't allow his friends to write in case Harry's location was discovered. The fight with Voldermort was approaching and Harry was sick and tired of being led a life that he could not make his own damn choices. He had sent Hedwig out earlier that week hoping to maybe get some sort of response and Harry turned to the window looking for the beautiful white bird. The white feathers became visible in the distance and Harry opened his window so the owl could fly in without problems. As soon as she landed he notice her empty leg.

"No response?" The owl hooted with disappointment. " Thanks ok girl I know it's not your fault, take a drink and along rest you deserve it." A noise thundered through out the house and a booming voice yelled.

"Harry come make dinner now!" Harry gathered all his strength to face the raff of his only family in existence. His uncle Vernon studying Harry's face enjoying the look of brutality he had put him through.

"No friends yet? I though they would have rushed here to save you. Some friends they are huh?" Snarled his uncle. Harry let a tear slip down his fragile face, burning as it reached a slash across his cheek from Vernon's belt. Maybe his friend really didn't care, and what about Dumbledore he is suppose to protect him and where is he now. He was tried of being everybody's puppet being led around to what they felt was best he had had enough. Determination set in the teenage boy's eyes and he waited for the right opportunity to strike.

When the snores thundered in the house. He knew uncle Vernon and Dudley were fast asleep. He crept into the kitchen and found the airport number and dialed the number on the telephone. He realized to live he would have to leave Europe and go somewhere far away. Far away from the teachers at Hogwarts, far way from Voldermort. He rationalized that he stayed where he was he'd be dead from malnutrition and bruises, and if he left he would at least have a chance to live before he was murdered. The number dialed a few times before a friendly woman picked up the phone.

"London airport? Koreen speaking how may I help you?"

"Yes I like to order a ticket, please?"

"Which destination would you like to go?"

"Umm well.. What's the soonest flight leaving?"

"Well sir, we have a flight to Toronto Canada leaving in 6 hours."

"Ok that's perfect. I will be at the airport shortly. I will pay for it when I get there. My name is Har…." He stopped himself short. He knew he couldn't use his own name. "Harold Kempta."

"Thank you sir and your ticket will be at the gate. Have a great evening."

Harry Potter relaxed a bit. He was finally breaking free from this prison his mentor had place him in. 'Maybe Dumbledore should live her and see how it feels'. Harry then called the Taxi Company to give him a ride to the airport. He sent Hedwig to Hermione's knowing that she would take care of the owl, even though she might care about him at all.