A/N: I'm going to post everything I have…so here goes…

Chapter Three: Harry's escape

Harry Potter slammed the door to his bedroom. Even after Mad-eye had threatened them…even after everything that had been said to them…they still dared to do what they were doing. Uncle Vernon was nastier than usual, aunt Petunia barely gave him anything at all to eat while she piled Dudley's plate high with sweets, and Dudley could get away with anything and everything he wanted now days. If he used to floor rather than the toilette, Harry had to clean it up. If he decided to walk through mud before he came home, Harry had to scrub on his hands and knees for hours until it all came up.

That morning he had sent an owl to Ron, asking him a favor, but he highly doubted Mrs. Weasly would allow such an act. He was hoping beyond all hope that Ron read it away from prying eyes.

Harry went over to his window and opened it, willing a breeze through the room. That day was the hottest ever in Little Surrey, but actually not hot at all. Every other day of the summer had been wet and rainy, very unusual compared to the last five summers. But today it was bright and sunny and every house on Private drive that didn't have an air conditioner could be seen with at least one person sitting next to the open window.

"Harry Potter!" his uncle's angry voice rang through the house and Harry groaned, "Get down here right this instant and clean up this mess!"

Harry closed his eyes for a moment, wishing the whole world away, but when he opened them he was still in his room of number four, private drive.

He ignored his uncle and sat down at his desk, pulling a piece of parchment, quill and ink toward himself.

"Dear Mad-eye," he began, not sure what to write. He thought a moment. He really wanted to leave the Dursleys, but he was afraid that Dumbledore wouldn't let him.

"The Dursleys are worse than ever this year. I don't know what else to do. I sent Ron Weasly an owl and asked him if he could come and get me, but I don't think his mum will let him. I would really appreciate it if you could get me out of here one way or another, and I don't care who I stay with. At the moment I'd even be willing to stay with Professor Snape.

Best Wishes,

Harry Potter."

Harry read it over several times before he sealed it and waited for Hedwig to return.

Uncle Vernon suddenly burst into the room, "We, that is Dudley, your aunt and I, are going on a trip," he spit, suspiciously looking around the room, "That mess down there had better be cleaned up before we get back."

Harry tried to not look excited, "And how long are you going to be gone?" he asked.

"Two days. We're returning at night on the third. I want every speck of this house, except your aunt and my's room, to be completely spot less, understood?" he spit, his purple face looking ever larger.

"Fine," Harry calmly said, staring him in the eye. Vernon only stared back, but finally left the room.

Harry quickly unrolled the parchment and wrote, "P.S. the Dursleys will be leaving for a few days. Tomorrow would be the best time to get me if you decide to."

He rolled it up again and laid on his bed, exhausted from the day's events though he did little.

Why do I always have to be the one who has to deal with stuff like this? he asked himself.

Harry, you're not the only one that has to deal with this sort of thing.

Harry suddenly sat up and looked around the room, but no one was there. Hadn't Hermione just spoken? He could've sworn he'd heard her voice.

He looked around once more, suddenly unnerved. How could he have heard her voice if she was miles away? Other than the telephone, there was no possible way. He finally came to the conclusion that he had been imagining it and, content with that, fell drowsily into a deep sleep.