A/N: I own nothing. just had to say that so that if I get sued, I will know it is because of that other "unfortunate" incident.
The Heir
Prologue
Harry Potter jumped out of bed quickly. The clock on his bedside table read 11:59. One minute until his seventeenth birthday. He could hardly believe it. He would be leaving the Dursley's forever in one minute. He got dressed quickly and grabbed his trunk, broom, and, of course, Hedwig. The owl hooted excitedly. Harry raced downstairs to find Lupin there waiting for him. Harry handed Lupin his trunk in silence, as Harry did not want to wake the Dursleys. Lupin stepped into the fire with Harry's trunk and broom and said quietly, "12 Grimmauld Place."
Harry looked around him and thought of all the memories he was leaving behind. Here was the living room, where just last summer Albus Dumbledore had talked to Harry's Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon about Harry's future with them and revealed that on Harry's next birthday he would be leaving them forever. Harry smiled inside as he remembered another memory, this one from the summer before his fourth year. Fred and George Weasley had slipped Harry's cousin Dudley a "Ton-Tongue Toffee" making his tongue swell to an enormous proportion.
And there was the kitchen where he had first heard of Sirius Black, though at the time he had not thought much about the escaped killer, who had turned out to be his godfather. From his position in the living room, he could see the door to the cupboard under the stairs that had been his home until he was almost eleven. He took a step towards the still green fire and turned around for one last look at his home of sixteen years. Thinking of all he had been through in this house, he unzipped his trousers and urinated on the bleached white carpet before stepping in to the green flames.
The first few chapters aren't great, but it will get better. Now review, or bad things will happen...