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Chapter 2: The Attack

Harry hadn't slept for the whole night dealing with the hard truth and difficult choices.

"What should I do? I know that I always dream to have another life. Anyone except Harry Potter. I can't stand longer with these entire burdens and suffer. Now I am given another chance to be somebody else, but if the person is the son of Dark Lord can I accept it although it also means that I will have a family? Even if I accept it, will the Dark Lord himself wants me the person who destined to vanquish him as his son? Dark Lord has proven that he didn't have problem to kill his own family like when he killed his own father at seventeen. Will I lose my friends as the exchange because sure enough I shouldn't be friend with the member of the Order and Muggleborn while my father works to get rid of them? What if he asks me to kill someone, can I do it for him?"

His afternoon was spent just for these kinds of questions until he heard his uncle screaming for him.

"Boy, get down now! What are you doing in your bedroom for the whole day?"

"I'm hearing Uncle Vernon", answered Harry quickly

"Lazy pathetic boy, useless, only a shame in family" goared Uncle Vernon down stair.

Harry got up from his bed and walked to the door in hurry. But his step was stopped when he passed a mirror in his bedroom. His appearance was changed. Not really stood out actually, however still there was something different. The black hair was not in a mess anymore, his nose was a bit higher, and his height was increased for nearly 3 inch. So the letter was all true, so I supposed to decide it as soon as possible or everything would be too late to be fixed.

"BOY, ARE YOU GET DOWN OR NOT", Uncle Vernon's voice thundered in the house.

"I'm coming", after he decided that those differences wouldn't really draw his uncle's attention.

"Miss Figg, are you sure that that boy will be able to help you?"said Uncle Vernon hesitantly.

"Oh, Of course I'm sure. I just need him to help me cleaning my attic."

Harry stunned in the stair step when he listened Miss Figg's voice. What if she noticed? Just before he turned back to return to his bedroom, Uncle Vernon had seen him.

"Boy, Come here! Go with Miss Figg! She wants you to help her cleaning her attic."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Dursley. You are a very kind neighbor." Uncle Vernon's head seemed to be inflated due to the praise.

Having no choice, Harry went with Miss Figg until half road to Miss Figg's house, she began a conversation.

"You looked different you know." Harry's heart sunk. "What have you done with your hair?"

"Eh…..I tried a new hair gel to make it a bit tidier" laid Harry.

"Don't worry. I won't accuse you. Hair gel is really popular in teenagers and it really suits you" Miss Figg smiled before she added "I see you have gained height too, teenagers usually grow very rapidly without we realized it."

"Actually I don't really mean to make you clean my attic. I just think that you probably prefer some break from the Dursley. They are terrible but what to say it is for your own safety especially these days after Who-Must-Not-Be-Named back on strike"

"Thank you." If she knew.

Harry spent two hours there. They talked mostly about the condition of the Wizarding World for the last few months. She informed him that there were almost five hundreds Death Eater at least in Order's prediction. Mandungus and The Doge were found died in their own house, attacked by Avada Kedrava.

"Goodbye Miss Figg"

"Be careful, Harry"

It was already six o'clock. Instead of going home, he wheeled around the park, where Dudley usually hung out with his gang. He sat in a swing thinking about everything that happened to his hard life. Suddenly he felt dizzy and his surroundings became hazy. He took off his glasses and everything was clear again. I am not short-sighted anymore. For a moment, he felt amazed. My transformation! I better went back to Privet Drive.

The bushes were rustling and his hair stood on end, he had been followed. Either that was the Order or Death Eater didn't cause it easier. I should mislead that person. But how? A brilliant idea unexpectedly passed across his mind. Harry kept his glasses in his pocket and ambled among the trees, then he turned left to the alley which had a high hedge in each side, later half running, he entered a secret hole in the middle of right hedge. It came out at an abandoned house. He entered the house from the breaking window and retreated himself, yet he still could listen to the followers talking.

"We lost him" It was deep, possibly a middle-aged man

"Dumbledore won't be happy" Harry recognized this voice, Kingsley Shackbolt

"Neither will the ministry" The first man murmured.

"Better we contact Dumbledore or the Minister", Kingsley suggested.

"Better Dumbledore. That Minister is too dumb to take a decision"

"Don't let Fudge hear that" there was an amusing tone in his words.

"Who afraid of him. Everyone have known that Fudge is a idiot bastard, who have let You-Know-Who back to power." He laughed "It is already a common secret that Fugde will be replaced soon, Amelia Bones perhaps."

"How about if we wait for him near that house? May be, he is on his way home now."

There were along paused before he heard Kingsley spoke again "Okay, but if he doesn't return in a hour, we will contact Dumbledore."

"Deal"

Harry heard the footsteps drew farther and remained unmoved until it was completely silent. This place, which he found on his seven, was often an effective hiding place, especially from Dudley. However, he never thought would used it to run from The Order. Carefully, he stepped to the back door and chose the paths that he sure wouldn't meet any familiar face. His scar started hurting as he was only two blocks from Privet Drive Number Four, at the time he saw many black figures gathering in front of that house. With good reflect, he concealed himself behind a large cherry tree yet still kept an eye on those strangers. They were discussing and a black hooded man came out. He shook his head and muttering something that Harry couldn't listen and pointed his wand to two tied man. Kingsley and a middle-aged guy.

"Tell me! Where is he?" said an unknown cold and low voice.

"I don't know. Even If I know, I won't tell you" Kingsley chattered sarcastically.

"Wrong answer. Avada Kedrava." Harry's pain was increased as Kingsley's body felt to the ground. He was dead. That man turned to the other tied man.

"Now, Te……" his words was cut by an angry man

"LET THEM GO!" He was Mr Trenvis from Privet Drive Number Six. That hooded man simply stared at him.

"Go away or we will call the police!" Now he pressed all his words to show that it was a treat and all the neighbours who stucked their head out the windows expressed their agreements.

"Worthless muggles. Avada Kedrava" At once, Mr. Trenvis felt to the ground like Kingsley. Died. This time, his pain became unbearable. His scream only stucked caused a hard effort. He bit his lip until its bleeding and his tears was out uncontrollable.

"WHO WANT TO BE THE NEXT?" He shouted through the neighborhood. All of the inhabitants of Privet Drive hurried up closing their windows and left everything in silent.

"Coward muggles, Now tell me, where is he?"

"I …don't k...know. I re…really don't know. We lost him an hour ago. Please don't kill me, please. I will do anything you asked. Please" struggling with his tie, he knee under the feet of that black figure, who showed no mercy and cast a killing curse on him.

Harry took his wand and whispered Silencio without thinking anymore about being expelled. He screamed as loud as possible, no need to worry that his voice would be heard, but not with his move. He curbed not to jump and flutter by grabbing the tree bark. Fresh blood was dropped from his fingers tip. Harry felt his skin burned and sliced by emerging pain and every bit of his essence was evaporated. His pain was turned from bad to worse.

"Collapserio" And the Privet Drive Number Four collapsed into pieces.

Harry worked hard to open his eyes afraid of missing anything important. Slowly, he ended his throbbing and trembling. To his astonishment, his skin was now pale. No wonder the pain was doubled. The loud, echoing crack streaked out, indicated that all the Death Eater had already apparating. He was all in when he came out from his hiding and dragging his feet to the ruins, after considered it was safe enough.

When he passed Number Six's window, he glanced a moment to examine his new form. His reflection had a slick black hair, an oval face with pointed nose, high cheek bones, and green emerald eyes, and also a tall athletic body. He was really good-looking, In other condition, he might jump happily for this look, but in this condition, it just made his heart rushed faster. I was in the nick of time. He run to the place, where the Dursleys' corpses were laid neglected. Their face pictured a great fear that they witness before their death.

The young man closed their eyes wishing for their peaceful. Finished with them, he headed to the spot where his bedroom was and removed some beams and bricks until he found his broken bed. He torn down the board under the bed and took out a little box that his mother sent. All the contents were there in good shape except one bottle, which was filled with potion, were smashed, and left not even a drop of potion. A sinking sensation was appeared in his head.

"It seemed that I was left with no more choice" He spoke hopelessly.

Not far from him he realized that the police was coming and some wizards were apparating. He took the box and walked away soon.

"One room please." The young man spoke politely

"Room number 7"Tom handed a key to the young man "Hope you have a good sleep, Sir"

"Thank you, I really wish so"

Room number 7 was not as bright as other rooms, however, it was really suitable for his feeling now. While taking a bath, he tried to remember everything happened today. The conversation with Miss Figg, the attack, and the deaths. It was the longest day in my life. I don't know what trouble will come next. My life was a great mess. Can I bear it any longer? I have no one to share. It just needed a very moment for that man to fell asleep after the tiring day.