Pain.
That's all he felt, pain.
Well besides the urge to throw up.
Harry potter, age 14 was being moved to a safer location, by muggle car, as voldemort had successfully penetrated the impenetrable blood wards that were placed upon number 4 privet drive 14 years ago when he was placed here by Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore. The man who had started this. He may not have been the start of the war but he was the reason he had no parents. How is he the reason, well hmmm lets see, number 1. The bumblebee had seen the signs of a young riddle becoming engrossed in the dark arts. Number 2. He recommended and performed the fidelus charm at godrics hollow which, according to every book in flourish and blots, means he was the secret keeper and either told riddle how to find them or gave everyone a piece of parchment with the address and 'forgot' to take them back. Number 3. He didn't think to place the philosopher's stone in a warded room or under the fidelus charm, instead he puts it in a mirror after a series of tests a first year could get through. Number 4. He knew Sirius was innocent, as he was the secret keeper, and did nothing to get him out of Azkaban. Number 5. He employed a death eater to teach just last year and could have seen if he was the real moody by using either veritaserum or legilimency.
Now that I think about it, he is almost responsible for everything to this date.
I could still feel it. Pain. Pain you couldn't imagine. Pain beyond all pain. Pain that would drive the even the sanest person insane.
I was hoping for it to stop. Praying for it to stop. Using every bit of magic I had to try and stop the pain but it didn't work.
I was like this the entire trip to wherever I was going to be staying.
I was sat in the back seat while Remus and professor Dumbledore where in the front. Remus driving while Dumbledore directed.
We arrived at a place on the outskirts of Surrey and got out of the car.
It was a desolate. There was nothing there.
"You may wish to read this Harry." Said Dumbledore as he handed him a scrap of paper. It read:
Your new home is found at number one, godrics hollow, surrey.
No more than two hundred miles away, the dark lord voldemort was experiencing the same pain as Harry was. The only difference was that he knew what was happening.
Mr. potter was having a seal on his magic removed by sheer force and was using all the magic at his disposal to do it.
The pain lasted for a few more hours after they entered his new house. During the final hour the pain escalated to a level that ten cruciatus curses would be put to shame. This lasted till midnight on the dot, and as soon as the clock struck for the last time, a bright light enveloped Harry. The light faded out but there was nothing there.
Harry potter was gone.