Disclaimer: Most of the characters mentioned in the following story are borrowed from JK Rowling and are not of my own imagination. Any characters in this story that are not mentioned in any of the Harry Potter books are my own.

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A/N:Well everyone, considering I have had 9 different people add me to favourite authors/author alert lists so far, I have only had 2 reviews. Just making an observation...

Chapter 3

Harry was woken the next morning by a very loud banging on the door.

"Get up boy!" his uncle roared from outside Harry's room. "You know what day it is today."

Harry groaned, rolling over. His eyes snapped open suddenly at the smell of smoke. He jumped out of bed, wand still clenched in one hand from the previous night, and began kicking his right leg in the air, trying to put out the flame that had ignited on his pyjama pants. After a brief moment of panic, he realised he still had his wand in his hand, and quickly extinguished the flame. Already he knew this day was not going to be good.

After a cold shower (Dudley had used up all the hot water), he made his way downstairs, to the smell of bacon and sausages frying in the kitchen. He sat down at the table, helping himself to a piece of toast and a few pieces of bacon. As he ate, he looked up to see his uncle staring at him from across the table. His face was a mixture of hope, fear and something else that Harry could not identify.

"So…errr… you are of age now. To… your kind anyway," his uncle finally said, almost spitting out the words 'your kind.'

"Yes," Harry replied quite calmly, taking a bite of his toast. "I guess I am."

There was silence for a minute, while Uncle Vernon uneasily looked at the wand that Harry had placed on the table in front of him.

"So I suppose this means you are leaving then?" Vernon asked hopefully.

"Yes it does," Harry replied, looking his uncle in the eye, still quite calmly.

Almost before he had finished speaking, Dudley broke in. "So does this mean I get my second bedroom back?" he whined to his father.

"Of course my diddy darling gets his second bedroom back," Aunt Petunia said loudly, trying to hug Dudley but not quite managing to get her arms all the way around him.

Harry rolled his eyes. Dudley looked quite pleased. He shot a look at Harry.

"Better hurry up and get your things out of there or I'll throw them out the window."

He was hushed immediately by both parents, who were both still eyeing the wand as if they expected it to jump up and start attacking them at any time.

"I'll be leaving right after breakfast," Harry told them. He couldn't wait to get out of there.

There was an audible sigh of relief from all three of his relatives at the statement. Harry finished his bacon, and with an evil grin, picked up his wand and levitated the plate to the sink. The Dursley's gasped in horror and cowered, Petunia and Dudley whimpering loudly. Vernon's face was turning purple at an alarming rate.

Harry stood from the table. He looked at the three Dursley's who were peeking over the table top at him from the other side, still whimpering quietly. Harry gave another evil grin. The Dursley's ducked down, Petunia's whimpering turning to wails. Walking around the table, Harry left the room, loving that he had so much control over them.

Back in Dudley's second bedroom, he waved his wand once and everything was stored in his trunk neatly, including the remaining gifts he still had not opened. He stood for a moment, looking at the empty room, the realisation that he was leaving the Dursley's forever finally hitting him. He smiled and waved his wand once more, quietly muttering an incantation under his breath. He levitated his trunk into the hallway and closed the door behind him, wondering what the Dursley's would do when they saw the picture of Harry stuck on the wall with a permanent sticking charm. He summoned a few products from Fred and George's store that were in his trunk, leaving them on the bedside table for Dudley to find.

"Nice little parting gift for them," he muttered and with another wave of his wand, everything in the house was turned upside down.

There was a roar from the kitchen. Harry levitated his trunk down the stairs, following closely behind it. After leaving it by the door he made his way into the living room, where they were all frantically turning things up the right way, only to find that they immediately flipped upside down again.

"YOU FIX THIS BOY!" Vernon roared as soon as he saw Harry.

"It will wear off in an hour or so. Then you can start turning things the right way up," Harry told him. Vernon's face was purpler then ever. "So," said Harry, "I'm leaving now."

There was silence from the Dursley's as they stared at him.

"Right," said Harry, not knowing what to say next. "Well… goodbye then."

He left the Dursley's staring after him and pulled his invisibility cloak out of his trunk. He covered himself and said another spell that made his trunk somewhat lighter. He covered himself with the cloak and picked up his trunk, managing to open the door and close it behind him very clumsily.

By the time he reached the end of the driveway he was very glad he didn't have to go far. Even though his trunk was lighter then it usually was it was still very awkward to carry. Luckily the street was empty as Harry was almost sure his ankles were flickering as the invisibility cloak blew in the wind.

Finally he arrived. He put down his trunk and pulled off the invisibility cloak, then knocked on Mrs Figg's door. She answered almost immediately, tripping over a few cats on her way to the door.

"Ahh Harry," she said loudly, before he could speak, "I was wondering if I would see you today. Come in."

Harry, feeling rather awkward, picked up his trunk and stepped inside.

"I was wondering if I could use your fireplace," he said rather awkwardly.

"Of course you can, boy," Mrs Figg answered immediately. "Oh yes, and happy birthday too."

"Thanks," Harry muttered, feeling himself turn slightly red.

After being persuaded to have a quick cup of tea, Harry found himself sitting in Mrs Figg's lounge, surrounding by cats, who paid no attention at all to him as he sipped his tea and watched them, while Mrs Figg served him some cake that looked as if it was made before he was born. He drained his teacup and stood up, thanking Mrs Figg for her hospitality.

"No problem boy," she muttered, getting out of her chair with a bit of difficulty. She lifted a rather large vase of floo powder from the mantle and offered it to Harry. He picked up his trunk and took a handful of floo powder, which he threw into the fireplace. The flames immediately turned green.

"Diagon Alley," he said loudly and clearly. "Thanks again," he added to Mrs Figg.

He stepped into the flames, shutting his eyes tight and feeling slightly sick as he spun around. As the spinning slowed he opened his eyes and stepped out of the fireplace when he saw the familiar surroundings of the Leaky Cauldron before him.

Well, he thought to himself, here goes nothing.