Celwriter: I know that I've kinda ignored this story lately, but I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do next.
Chapter 3
Harry sat in the small bedroom, seriously peeved with everyone. He was made at Dumbledore, for making him go back to the Dursley's. He was furious at Voldemort and his followers for killing first his parents, then his godfather. Harry was even close to being angry at Sirius for dying.
Harry spent most of his summer sitting in his room pouting and planning. He would never go down to eat with the Dursley's. Mr. Dursley had mixed feelings about this. He half hoped that one day when he went to check on Harry that he would have ran away and Mr. Dursley would never have to put up with him again. He was also worried that Harry was planning to blow the house up or something.
Harry wrote often to his friends, long, emotional letters that were almost howlers. Little did Harry know, but after the first few letters Ron and Hermoine rarely read them. They knew that he was only repeating himself. Harry often asked them to come and get him, but they only sent their condolences and no help.
One day Harry's letters were becoming more and more pitiful and Hermoine knew that Harry was beginning to calm down. She wrote to Dumbledore and asked if Harry could come stay at her house from the day before Harry's birthday until it was time to go to Hogwarts. Dumbledore agreed and said that he would.
Harry, who knew none of this, packed his bags and was prepared to take the Knight Bus and run away. It was two days until his birthday and he knew that he would be unable to stand this seclusion any longer. That night, he crept out of the house with his wand, broom, trunk, and Hedwig. Harry began to go down the street when the street lights slowly flickered out. He turned towards where the first were going out and saw a dark shape approach him. He turned back to where he faced before and ran.
