Unthinkable
Summary : HPDM SLASH What happened if Harry's name wasn't on the list to go to Hogwarts, and he never went? We follow his footsteps through his life as he meets the unthinkable.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own this story or it's characters or contents. That is, not including the plot. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Rating of Story: R
Rating of Chapter: G
Chapter 2
Harry stopped running. He panted as he put his hands on his knees. He had reached London's limits and if he ran any further he would be out of the city.
He thought back at what he had witnessed. Sarah was cheating on him. An abnormally large dog had almost bit him and he had run away. –coward- He thought to himself. –weirdo, you were always different- He blamed himself. –Sarah was afraid of you, that's why agreed to be you girlfriend-
Harry sighed and got up. Reflecting on the past wouldn't help his current position. He had to concentrate on the future. He made his way to the nearest Holiday Inn. There was no vacancy. He tried a dozen hotels and inns but they were all full. He finally spotted a small, dark place: a Vacancy sign was creaking over the door. Over the vacancy sign, painted in an old white color, one could barely read "The Leaky Cauldron"
"Great" Thought Harry as he pushed the door open. "Just great" There were no lights inside, just two faintly lit candles at the room's extremities. 3 men were whispering to themselves as they seemingly played poker.
Harry made his way up to the barman. "Hey kiddo, watcha want?" The man asked as he got out a corona.
"Well, uh…" Harry paused a few seconds, making quick calculations. "I'd like a room for 2 nights please." He was using up all of his money.
"Sure, you just go and sit there while I make a few arrangements." He pointed towards an old, moldy green couch. A man was sitting on it already, staring out into space.
Harry releculantly went and took a seat beside the man. He stinked of sewers and over date cabbages. Suddenly, the turned around and grinned foolishly at Harry. His eyes were dark grey and ressembled a lunatics'.
"Harry…" he began. All of a sudden there a flash of white and an old man with a long white beard and purple robes appeared out of thin air.
"Attention everyone! I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Harry gasped. Witchcraft? He was stunned when no one else around him seemed surprised. "Sirius Black has escaped once again from Azkaban!"
Harry said "huh?" and heard someone scream. There was another flash of blinding white light and the man beside him was gone.
A-N: Short Chapter, I know. I'm back at boarding school! And I dedicate this story to Diki Dolkar Shreshta.
Hint for next chapter: A lot of coincidence and a bit of Sirius Black.