A boy with raven black hair and emerald green eyes sat on his bed deep in thought as if he was dead. He had on clothes that were too big for him and there on his window sill sat a snowy white owl called Hedwig. He looked like an average boy with no secrets. But that would be lying. He was Harry Potter a wizard in training.
Harry was an orphan and was living with his aunt and uncle who didn't give a damn about him. His parents had been murdered by Lord Voldemort. Voldemort was an evil wizard out rule the wizarding world and to kill muggle-borns. Harry had survived when Voldemort tried to kill him, but Voldemort had lost his body. That was then. Voldemort had returned two years ago and recently Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, had also died because of Voldemort.
Harry suddenly drifted out of his thoughts of Sirius. And his mind wondered to Dumbledore. His body was full of frustration at the Headmaster. If Dumbledore had told him earlier about the prophecy then maybe…….just maybe…..Sirius would be alive...
Fed up with just sitting around he got up and grabbed his wand. Dumbledore had recently given him permission to do magic outside of school. So he packed his trunk and got all his valuable possessions. He then shrunk his stuff and got his broom out. He told Hedwig to go to Ron's house until he came back. He opened the door to his room and walked down the staircase to tell his aunt and uncle that he was leaving.
When he got down the Dursley were watching the news. He went and the gasped. "How dare you bring that stick and broom out?" roared Vernon. "I'm leaving and I won't be back 'till summer!" he stated his stomach boiling with fury. "Fine leave but if they ask us where you are we'll tell them you ran away. Understood?" said Petunia. "Go ahead!" he said walking out. His next job was to tell Mrs. Figg that he was going and to pass the message on to Dumbledore. Once again his stomach boiled with frustration.
He walked down the street to her house. He knocked and someone opened the door. But it wasn't Mrs. Figg. It was Dumbledore. "Good Evening Harry" he said smiling pleasantly. But his smile vanished instantly when he realized what Harry was carrying. "Are you going somewhere?" he asked. Harry who had recovered from the shock said "Yes! I had come to tell Mrs. Figg but seeing as you're here Professor…." Dumbledore for a second was shocked at the heartless voice Harry had used interrupted," Harry I'm afraid I can't allow you to go anywhere on your…."
"Professor please…. I just need to go away for awhile… let me go…I promise you I'll be careful…just let me leave…"pleaded Harry. Dumbledore stood there frozen. Harry had never before asked anyone for anything. Something in Harry's voice made Dumbledore realize that the best way to help him would be to let him go. Yet he could not let him be harmed. He sighed, "I'm sorry Harry I just can not let you go."
"I'm sorry too sir, for having to do this. Stupefy!" he shouted at the unexpected Professor. Dumbledore was shocked. The curse hit him and he fell down. Harry caught him and lowered him slowly. He called, "Help" and got on his broom flying into the sunset. "I'm sorry," he said once again a tear trickling down his face.
Author's Note: this is my first FanFic. Please R&R. I'm open to all suggestions.