.,.,.,.,.,.,A/N: Well, I got some reviews to this story, so I guess ya all want it to continue. I hope I get more reviews with this chapter though! Read and review! Thanks!.,.,.,.,.,.,
If Harry had been keeping track of how long it had been, he knew he'd have gone insane for sure. He was fairly certain it had been over two weeks, but didn't think it had been a month yet. Either way, he was far from home. Or at least what he'd grown up calling home. By this time it had surely been rebuilt, and the Dursley's were much happier without Harry around. Harry was both horrified and relieved to find out that the Dursley's were not the target about a week after the fire. In a newspaper that he got, the cover story was all on 'The Five Alarm Fire on Privet Drive'. Inside the house, in Harry's once was room, there was the burned-in initials of 'HP'; leading investigators to believe that Harry had started the fire, but didn't make it out. Which was fine with Harry seeing as how he'd travelled many miles by that time, and no one recognized him.
There was only two things that was worrying him in the present time. One was that he had no idea where he was going. Hitchhiking and walking was all that he'd been doing, and with no place in particular that he was going, the drivers that were kind enough to pick him up, just took him as far as they were going. And by this time Harry was running out of what little money he'd had in his pocket, so he knew he wouldn't be able to make it much further. The second thing that Harry couldn't help worrying about was Hedwig. More than once he'd seen the great white owl flying nearby-- trying unsuccessfully to not be seen. And though no small owl resembling Pig had yet been seen, nor had any unusual happenings come around, Harry still worried that if Hedwig continued to stay nearby it might attract some unwanted attention.
"I have to figure out what to do next," Harry said to himself as he took a break at the side of a long stretch of highway, the bright sun burning through his shirt, "I can't just walk forever."
Harry took out his wand and inspected it. It hadn't worked since the night of the fire. The most that he could get happen was a few weak sparks coming out of the end.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Harry commanded, pointing his wand at a large rock by the side of the road.
Nothing happened.
"I don't understand!" Harry shouted as he studied his wand, in hopes of getting some sort of answer, "I'm a wizard!!"
Several moments of silence passed by, and finally Harry got up and started walking angry down the road-- his wand still clutched tightly in his hand. Within minutes Harry made it to a small gas station. Slowly he walked up to it, and saw a small, fat man sitting on a chair out front. Hoping maybe he'd get a free drink of some sort, Harry planned what he'd say as he walked up to the man.
Before Harry could say anything, the man had already looked him up and down and grunted out, "Boren. Ya got a name?"
"E-Excuse me?" Harry stuttered.
"I said meh name's Boren, what's yours?" Boren spat out, "Yeh deaf boy?
"Oh," Harry cleared his throat, "My name is Harry, and I've been walking for a long time and was wondering if--"
"Ever heard of a car?" Boren said, following by a deep, sinister laugh.
"I just want something to drink," Harry spoke quietly.
Boren's jiggling, laughing body stopped, and he got a serious look on his face, "Yeh got money?"
"Well no," Harry said, then quickly put in, "But I'll clean up around the shop if you like in payment."
Boren shifted around, as if preparing to get up, "Yeh say'n that meh shop's a mess?"
"N-No Sir, I--"
"Yer dirtier than meh shop ever is," anger pulsed through the large man's eyes, and Harry suddenly felt frozen in place with his own rage.
"At least I have a reason," Harry shot back, "I don't think I'd ever want your drinks anyway, I'd probably get sick."
"I swear boy, you're pushing your luck," Boren sat up more, "You don't want to know what I do ter snot-nosed kids like yeh."
Small red sparks started to shoot out the end of Harry's wand as he spoke, "You probably eat them!"
"That's it!" roared Boren as he got up.
Fear rushed through Harry's body as he saw him pull out a shotgun which had been hidden behind the chair. As fear seemed to glue him to the ground in shock, Harry could only star as Boren pointed the gun towards Harry, and prepared to shoot.
Suddenly, just as Harry thought his life on earth was to stop, his whole world around him stopped; including a frozen in place Boren.
"You must learn to control your temper Harry," the female voice from behind Harry startled him.
Eyes wide, Harry slowly turned around, and as his eyes met the person in front of him, Harry collapsed to the ground.
..............to be continued..................
.,.,.,.,.,.,A/N: Ya all know what to do now. Sorry if the chapter seems short. I was either gonna do long chapters, and take quite a while to update, or short chapters, and quick updates; decided to do short chapters and quick updates-- hope none of ya mind!. Well, review please-- I really want to know ya all think of it! Thanks!.,.,.,.,.,.,