Chapter 2:
It didn't take him long to pack up, being legally able to do magic made it easier. Harry had actually finished the task over an hour ago. He was just sitting on his bed staring off into space. 'It's weird,' he thought, 'Now that I can leave, knowing I don't have to come back, I'm finding it hard to set my foot outside the room.'
It was one of those rare moments, which happen to everyone at least once in his or her life. The moment when you were waiting a long time for a specific thing to happen and when the time finally comes you wish you had more time. For Harry it was leaving this house and these people. It was one of the things he had wished for and now found that it came a little too soon.
Harry rose from the bed and made his way to the bedroom door. With one final look around the room, he closed the door behind him and made his way down the flight of stairs to the front door where his belongings lay waiting. After finally making up his mind whether or not he would say anything to his only living relatives, he had at last concluded that he had to say something to the people that, grudgingly, took care of him.
As he expected, they were in the kitchen having just finished eating breakfast. Uncle Vernon looked up from his paper, trying very hard to hide his smile. The day he had been waiting for, for sixteen years, had finally come.
"So," he said, putting down his paper and calling to attention that Harry had entered the room. "All ready to leave are you? Got everything? You want to make sure so you don't have to come back." Mr. Dursley said now with a grin not unlike Umbridge.
"Yes, I've just come to say goodbye and …" Harry hesitated. 'And what? Thanks for all you've done for me? Thanks for treating me like something you find on the bottom of your shoe? What am I supposed to say to these people who did nothing more than hate me?'
"Be careful." And with that, Harry turned his back on the only family he had ever known. He flicked his wand and all his belongings shrunk down in size so that Harry could pick them up and put them safely in his pocket along with his wand.
Harry stepped out the door and walked down the perfectly manicured walkway to the deserted street. He looked down the street and saw a little lady standing on her porch. She was waving to him. Harry waved back to Mrs. Figg and turned in the opposite direction. He passed the place where he first saw Sirius as the black dog. He picked up his pace, making his way to the park. Harry found an area of the park where he new he would not be seen. Without another glance or thought to his childhood home, he closed his eyes and concentrated hard on his destination, and then he was gone.