I didn't create Harry or any of the characters in this story, the are from JK Rowlings series of Harry Potter books.
Early Leave
In a dark room, there was a teenage boy sitting on a bed which felt like it belonged to a stranger, although it was he, Harry Potter that had been sleeping on it for years. He was very full, seeing as his aunt and uncle began to feed him properly for the first time in his life.
At the end of the last term at his school he knew that this summer was going to be alot better than the previous ones.
Harry Potter it turned out, went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Yes, he was a wizard. Although not an ordinary one.
15 years ago, Harry was left in the house with his aunt Petunia, and uncle Vernon Dursley because his parents were murdered by the most feard wizard of the present age. He didn't like it here, but it was Albus Dumbledore that thought it best to stay. And as far as Harry knew, Dumbledore was always right.
A soft hooting from the corner of his room awoken him from a daze.
His owl, Hedwig, was his only conpanion he had on Privet Drive.
She flew down from her cage, which Harry was now allowed to leave open, and went to join him on his bed. He stroked her feathers softly, and asked "Why do I feel so empty?"
He waited for a reply, although he already knew the answer to that question.
Harrys godfather, a suspected mass murderer, was gone. Sirius Black was killed trying to save Harry from dyeing. He ran his fingers over his scar, where it all began. Or at least thats what he thought before he was told the truth.
It really started with a prophecy. One that would have to end with either him, or Voldemort being killed by the other.
Before he knew it he could remember exactly the way the veil was flowing in the non-existant breeze. The way it whispered to him, calling him to it. The way an instant seemed to freeze as his godfather fell through it. The way that he had not gone after him, and the way in which he was told that he was dead. It was playing over and over.
The next moment, he heard a soft knock on his bedroom door, and sat up only to realise that he had tears on his cheeks.
He walked to the door, wiping his tears away with the sleeve of his jumper. He opened the door to find that his aunt was there.
"What?" Harry asked annoyingly.
As he looked at his aunt, he realised that she too was crying, though what for, he had no clue.
"I need to talk to you." She said hurridly, and she stepped in the room and looked in the hall before closing the door.
"About what?" Replied Harry, in confusion.
"Your mother"
Harry felt as though a part of his heart had been touched, that he had long forgotten about.
"What about her?"
"Well you see, the thing is that..."
"Is that what?"
"She left this for you." she said, tears filling her eyes as she handed him a brown paper package, which he took quite quickly.
"What is this?" asked harry looking puzzled, and starting on the brown paper.
"Something that was very dear to her during her time at.... at Hog... Hog... at school."
"Umm, but why are you giving it to me now?"
"She left it with me, I havent opened it, because I already know what it is. I know that she would have wanted you to have it, so I am giving it to you.
"She always had it on... I dont think that she ever took it off after she got it."
He had just finished unwraping the paper to reveal a chain with a Gryffindor pendant attached to it. He just looked at it. He couldn't take his eyes off of it. He stood there wanting to ask why now, but then he realised that his uncle Vernon, who by the way had very little neck, was sick and didnt want to move at all.
He didnt even notice his aunt slip out of the door until he looked up.
He walked over to Hedwig, who was his owl. He didnt even concider her a pet. More of a friend.
He though of all of his friends that he had back at school. There was Ronald Weasley, and Hermoine Granger as his best friends. They were just two of the many people that accompanied him to the Department of Mysteries on the Ministry of Magic.
The thoughts of that night came flooding back to him. He felt as though he was there, trying to find his way to his godfather. How could he be so stupid? How could he think that Sirius would actually leave the safety of number 12 Grimuald place?
He was becoming entangled in a web of thought.
He thought how Hermione and Ron were probably at the house, together, having fun. While he, Harry Potter, the 'boy that lived' was stuck at number 4 Privet drive, waiting for some sign that he could safely leave the house.
It was then that he heard a loud pop , and he knew that there was someone magical around him. He turned to see that there was someone. He knew very well who it was, after all Remus Lupin was no stranger to him.
It was almost as though Sirius was back. Harry ran over to him and gave him a hug. He was so thankful that he had not been forgotten.
Harry loosened himself from the hug, and said in a cheery vioce"Hello Professor!"
This was in no way strange for Professor Lupin to hear. After all, he was Harrys Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher in his third year.
Lupin replied to that with a hurried, hushed "Good evening Harry" and looked down to Harry's hand which was still clutching the chain.
"Aha. I see that you have your mothers chain."
"How did you know that it was my mothers?" Harry asked.
"James gave that to your mother on her sixteenth birthday."
Harry was so happy. He now knew a little more about his seccond airlume(the first being his Invisibility cloak). He was simply glowing with joy when he heard what else lupin had to say.
"You should get packed. We are getting a ministry car to pick us up in about ten minutes."
"Your joking?"he said in shock.
"Nope. I'm afraid this is not a joke. You get to come and join the rest of us at Grimuald place."
"Us? So Ron's there? And Hermione? Is Ginny there too? How is..."
"They are all there and in perfectly good health. You will be able to see them the sooner we get you packed up."
That moment, Harry dove under his bed, and took out his books that he had hidden under the floorboard. Even though he no longer had to hide them, he still did. He came out from under the bed with the books Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and his belt bound copy of The Monster Book of Monsters.
He saw that his trunk was neatly packed, and he threw the other books on top of his school robes and his regular street clothes. He grabbed Hedwig's cage, and told her to start flying to Grimuald place.
He went down the stairs without a goodbye to his aunt or uncle and waited for the car to arrive.
When it finally did, he took the cage and put it in the trunk, and he got into the very roomy veichle.
He looked around in the car and saw that he was not alone. Tonks was there with her pink hair.
He couldnt believe it. He was going to see his friends once again after just a few weeks apart.