Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter or the characters and the plot, so don't sue or I'll be pissed off and very depressed as well as skint.
Author: Dark High Elf
Improvement and Independence.
Chapter One:
Harry was contemplating another emotional year an even more painful year than normal, he had lost his Godfather to the 'Veil of Death' in the Ministry, Harry had froze when he saw his Godfather die he had did nothing, Harry knew there was nothing he could of done, but it didn't help any, he was still kicking himself for lowering himself to the level where he used the 'Cruciatus Curse' at Bellatrix, he still couldn't get his head round the fact that no-one had even questioned it's use by him never mind the 'Underage Magic' law.
Harry was still couldn't comprehend that his Godfather was gone for good, he had only known Sirius for a couple of years and that he didn't see him often, but it was the fact he was there when Harry needed him, the fact he would risk his life to get too a Floo to call him because he was concerned about him had always warmed him up inside, he had never had love, that he could remember, and Sirius gave him love because he truly wanted too, it almost had him depressed but he knew Sirius would never want him to brood, he would want Harry to go out and have fun, too remember him but not center his thoughts on it like he had.
Harry knew were the blame went too! It went to Snape first and foremost, that bastard didn't listen to Harry's warning and then went purposely slow to tell the 'Order,' next it was Voldemort, of course most of Harry's problems started with Voldemort, and Bellatrix for killing him in the first place, and last but certainly not least was Dumbledore, he had ignored Harry all year, he ordered Harry to learn Occlumency but never bothered to tell him why or the fact all his nightmares stemmed from his connection to Voldemort, not to mention that his visions got worse because of Snape.
Harry was starting to like the thought of killing Deatheaters, ever since he saw Cedric die he had thoughts and daydreams, of killing the bastards, he never really put any thought into it before because it was mainly Snape dieing by his wand in the dreams, he knew that most of the students at Hogwarts had the same dreams, he was a greasy bat after all, but over the last year and on the train from Hogwarts, his daydreams had started to evolve, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Pettigrew, Crouch Jr, Avery, Macnair, Crabbe Senior, Goyle Senior and Nott Senior all the Deatheaters names he had heard at Voldemort's rebirth, he imagined there gruesome deaths, imaging how many families they had destroyed.
With these thoughts Harry decided that as far as he was concerned any one with a Dark Mark was to be exterminated like the vermin they are!
Harry then thought about his feelings, he had been horrified when he realized that he had used the unforgivable torture curse, but he decided he would leave the horror, grief and remorse till Voldemort was a rotting corpse, dead for good, he knew that war produced death and pain, and the more Deatheaters that stayed down in the dirt for good the safer everyone else would be.
He knew that he would have to delve into the Dark Side of magic, to even stand a chance at a well trained Deatheater never mind Voldemort, plus he would have to fight Auror's when the ministry decided that he was a dark wizard and no doubt Dumbledore and his quite manumissions would have him tied up in Azkaban till he was needed to kill the dark lord, turned into a martyr.
Ron and Hermione, his thoughts turned to them, they were little spy's for the light, little Wormtail's, he had suspected it since forth year when Ron had his little jealous spat, he had become friends again straight after the first task but he could see the hate in Ron's eyes, he knew that Hermione was a spy, she followed the rules so much that she had a nervous tick when ever they did something that was against the rules and when he had a vision the first thing she would say was 'Tell Dumbledore,' 'He'll know what to do,' it was frustrating, plus it really wasn't any wonder Dumbledore knew everything, Harry told Ron and Hermione nearly everything, so everything he told them Dumbledore always knew, that was one of the first indication's that they were sneaks.
Harry was thinking all he could about the signs that pointed to when his supposed best friend Ron, turned spy, he decided to start when he first met Ron and then work his way up, it only took a few minutes before Harry found the damning evidence, he couldn't believe that he didn't see it before, when Hagrid left him at the train station Hagrid made himself disappear pretty quickly without explaining the way to the train platform, so when harry was alone and waiting for someone to pop out of no where and show him the way, his prayers are answered when the Weasley family turn up, what harry realized was what Mrs Weasley had said "The place full of Muggle's of course, now Fred dear what is the platform…ok 9 3/4 it is," Harry couldn't believe that he had never noticed it before.
Molly Weasley took her children the only magical platform in the Train Station every single year to get the Hogwarts Express, not to mention that's were she went for her own trip to Hogwarts as a kid, she would know the place off by heart, what she had said was bait to get his attention so he would ask for directions, now that harry knew he couldn't believe he fell for it, so the Weasley's were apart of the plot to begin with, well as far as he knew Molly and Ron were.
From what he could work out, Hermione started spying on him after the troll incident in there first year, that's the only place he could think about her starting to spy on him that fit, not to mention that at the beginning Ron and Hermione hated each other the only other reason he could see for them to become friends outside of the troll incident on Halloween was the fact that they were both told to spy on him and be friends.
Harry sighed and started to breath deeply as his magic had started to react to his emotions, he took another deep breath the last thing he needed was Vernon going off on one for doing magic in the car, Harry shook his head to clear it of the anger inducing thoughts he had thinking, one thing was certain he need to focus on his plans for the summer.
Harry was quickly getting bored and irritated at the Dursley's, they were currently still in the car on the way to Privet Drive, his fat ass uncle was blabbering on about freaks and drills, all the while going through every shade of red possible, Harry thought that his uncle was a medical miracle, as he hadn't yet blown a blood vessel yet, his horse necked Aunt was sitting there listening to Vernon like he was the meaning of her pitifully boring existence, Dudley the whale that he was sitting there pushed up against the window trying to keep as far away from harry as possible, though it took some doing as he took up his chair and most of the middle seat as well, it seemed as though Dudley had taken the transition of baby whale to a fully adult elephant, Harry had to snort to hide his laughter.
As they pulled into 4 Privet Drive, Harry collected his thoughts and prepared himself for the strain of channeling his raw magic, one of the discoveries he made during his fifth year, it was useless really, well until he learned runes that is, but it was great way to intimidate the Dursley's.
He was planning to make a couple of demands from the Dursley's, but until he could use magic his demands would have to be small, because if his Uncle got mad he wouldn't be able to defend himself properly.
Harry was startled when the car lurched to a stop in the drive-way of 4 Privet Drive, Harry sighed dragged his trunk in the house, he purposely stomped up the stairs banging the trunk on the steps as he went, he dropped his trunk on the landing with a bang.
Harry took a deep breath and trudged down the stairs one at a time slowly, he could hear his Uncle's rowdy voice down stairs discussing boxing with Dudley as his Aunt banged around making a cup of tea, as he reached the kitchen he focused inward for his power, he got it ready to be called upon, he knew that he would be extremely fatigued after he threatened them, to draw raw power and holding it for long was really hard, he had only just got the hang of it and he had been practicing on and off for over six months, he quickly recalled his little speech, and he stepped into the kitchen.
"Vernon, Petunia, I want to talk, Now!" said Harry his voice rose loudly.
Vernon was sitting there his face shocked; it was main the audacity of the little bastard ordering him around that had him shocked, Vernon's face got rapidly red.
"Who do you think your talking to, you ungrateful little bastard, I'll show you!
Vernon stood up getting ready to charge the gaunt looking boy, only to see the boy's glowing green eyes, Harry had his hand raised pointing at Vernon his hand glowing white pulsating to his heart beat, Vernon's red face became a pale white colour, his huge frame shaking slightly, Vernon backed up to the wall, the other two Dursley's doing the same.
"Are you listening now…? Good, I won't put up with any of your shit this summer, as you can see I don't need a wand to do magic, I want you to leave me alone and in turn I will leave you alone, and to pre-warn you that I may leave and disappear for a few day's at a time, now leave me be!"
Harry walked up the stairs confidently no waver in his stride, once in his bedroom he collapsed to the floor breathing heavily, his thin frame shaking in exhaustion, he had never held raw power like that before, never mind holding it, he was quite proud of himself for it.
Harry dragged himself over to his bed, and collapsed, his head had hardly hit the pillow before he was lightly snoring.
Harry woke with a start he looked round blearily wondering were he was before the last two weeks came back driving a pang of depression into his mind, 'Sirius' he thought, he shook his head violently, paying the prices a second later as his head started to throb.
"I'm not doing that again, aargh!" groaned Harry in pain.
Harry dragged himself up and stumbled to the toilet, after a shower he was feeling much better, but the only thing he planned to do today was his favorite pass time 'PLOTTING' he thought, he needed to work out how he could get to London and Diagon Alley without getting caught and nobody noticing he left the house at all, it would be tricky first he had to find out the guard rotations and find out when would be the best time to escape.
Harry decided to draw out a time table and find out where the guards fit in, and see if the schedule is repeated so he could take advantage of it's repetitiveness to escape, Harry decided to write out a vague plan so he could work out a more detailed plan out later:
Find out who's guarding me and when.
Get a disguise to be unrecognizable.
Get to London.
Get to Gringott's.
See if there is anything old Dumbles has kept from me.
Go on a Shopping Spree in Diagon Alley.
Go to Knockturn Alley to get a new wand and trackers off old one, get books.
Go in to muggle London, muggle clothes and electronics
Get home without getting caught.
So that was what Harry did for a week, try and recognize his guards, when he couldn't see who it was he would go out in the front garden and sit about waiting for the more uptight guards to get sick of his being out in the open and of course he kept his fake depressed face on to fool the guards, on Monday was Mundungus Fletcher's watch, Harry decided to make good on his escape then as it would be easiest, Tuesday was Tonk's watch and then it was Hestia Jones watch on Wednesday with a few other non-powerful order members at night, so from Monday morning till Wednesday night, he had plenty of time to do most of what he wanted only problem now was leaving and arriving.
So at 8 o clock in the morning Harry was out the back door in his invisibility cloak skirting around Dung and around the corner to Mongolia crescent where he held out his wand to summon the knight bus while putting the cloak away as the bus arrived with a bang and the spotty face of Stan standing there.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus I'm Stan, the driver is Earn and…err Earn its Neville well come on then Neville where to then," Said Stan giving his well rehearsed speech.
Harry just shuck his head at seeing Stan was still there and doing the same thing as he was 3 years ago.
"Leaky Cauldron, please" Harry mumbled,
After around half an hour of a totally insane driving they arrived with a giant 'BANG' harry was still surprised they got there in one whole piece, Harry looked up at the shabby looking Leaky Cauldron, he sighed and raised the hood up from his cousins extremely large hoody, his Uncles dark tinted glasses on over the top of his own.
Harry quickly went through the pub not looking at any one nor answering the call from Tom the bar keeper for a drink as he made his way to the entrance of Diagon Alley, harry took a deep breath as he tapped the correct bricks on the grimy wall, and as the view of the still empty Alley came into view, he smiled and took his first step to his freedom and independence.
End of the Chapter.