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Chapter 5

Harry looked around his basically, empty room. There was his old bed, his wardrobe and dresser, and his desk, and the bare walls; there was no evidence that a boy had ever lived there. Everything else was either shrunk in his trunk or in his hands. He didn't really want to leave the Dursleys house, but wanted to ditch the Dursleys themselves. He had, unfortunately, grown up in this house, but he had to move on. No more terrorizing the Dusleys, no more trying to avoid danger, no more carefree days by the lake, no more struggling through homework…now he was grown up, and had to find the last fie remaining pieces of Voldemort's soul. Harry then turned and opened the door. He dragged his trunk out the door, and looked into the room for one last time. Feeling a bit depressed, anxious, and nervous, and a little empty inside, he closed the door.

Harry walked down the stairs with his trunk banging down behind him. He saw the Dursleys in the kitchen. Aunt Petunia was on the phone, probably calling the specialist that had removed Dudley's first tail. He was standing by the fridge while Uncle Vernon was at the table, face in hands. Harry left his trunk by the door, and walked over to them. When they saw him, they each had their own reactions. Uncle Vernon sprang up from his chair; fists curled up, ready to beat Harry to a bloody bulb. Aunt Petunia hung up the phone, and looked at her husband with fearful eyes. Dudley ran to the table and knelt down, trying to hide, while looking through the chair legs.

"I just wanted to let you know," said Harry, taking out his wand, "That I'm leaving now."

Uncle Vernon stopped his charging, and looked at Harry with excited, piggy eyes.

"You mean," he said anxiously, looking at Harry's trunk, "You're not coming back?"

"Nope, so I'm saying good-bye, Uncle Vernon," and Harry held out his hand. His uncle looked at it as if to see if it was contaminated with un-natural germs. He didn't see anything wrong, so he shook his hand and quickly let go. Harry turned away from his uncle, and walked over to Aunt Petunia.

"Good-bye Aunt Petunia," he said, holding out his hand again. She at him fearfully and shook his hand limply. Harry then turned to Dudley, who was still behind the table. Harry took out his wand, and with a swish, the tail was gone. He also repaired the little hole in his trousers.

"See you Dudley," was all he said, and he walked out of the kitchen. He walked through the living room, and grasped the handle of his trunk. Harry bowed, low and sarcastically. He then shouted, "Good riddance!" and spun in place with his trunk. He disappeared with a Crack! and all turned black.

Harry then saw colors appear again, and he was standing on the sidewalk in front of where Number 12, Grimmauld Place should be. There was a figure wrapped in old, tattered clothes, sitting curled up on the doorstep of Number 11; it looked like a homeless person. Harry wondered who it was, and if they were a Death Eater in disguise. Nope; it was Lupin who was in disguise. He lifted his head to look down to his left to find Harry with his trunk. Lupin, with his brown hair greyer now, looked tired, but healthy enough as he got up and gathered the extra clothes while looking around the empty street to see if anyone was looking. He didn't see anyone, so he walked down the steps and to the left. He then took out his wand and pointed it at Harry.

"I need to know if you are really Harry Potter," he said, "What was Sirius Black's nickname and why?"

"It was Padfoot, because his animagi form is a dog," said Harry. Lupin then lowered his wand and patted Harry on the back. In-between Numbers 11 and 13, Number 12 slowly pushed the others out of the way. Harry then felt slightly sick when he saw the serpentine doorknob; this was Sirius's house, a place Harry didn't want to go into. Lupin squeezed his shoulder when he saw Harry's eyes mist over, and led him up the stairs. Harry saw the silver know coming closer, and the eyes of the snake looked at Harry, which made him even more uncomfortable. He then lifted his wand, and tapped it four times. The metallic, heavy chain sound reached Harry's ears when it was being unbolted. The door then creaked open.

Harry found the hallway, but without the dusty, musty, vacant smell. Harry felt glad at not having to smell that; it hurt just looking at the fixed wallpaper and repaired carpet; it would have hurt more to have smelled that too. Harry, pulling his trunk, and Lupin walked along the picture-filled hallway and he saw the chandler above looked cleaner. There was the velvet curtain that covered Mrs. Black's portrait; apparently, they couldn't get it, or the others, down. Harry levitated his trunk in front of him while he and Lupin up the stairs, whose banisters were recently polished. Harry saw that the shrunken heads were taken down, thankful, as he walked to his old room. Harry lowered his trunk slowly to the ground and looked at his door.

Lupin whispered to Harry on the empty landing, "In ten minutes, I'll be back to get you three." He then opened the door, and Harry walked in with his trunk. He stopped inside and the door closed behind him. Harry saw the dark room with lit candles on a dresser, the wardrobe in the corner, and the two familiar beds with two familiar people sitting on them, looking up at Harry.

"Hi guys," said Harry with a smile spreading onto his face.