A/N: Wow that was quick oh well.
Seven years later.
Harry Potter lay squished into the cupboard under the stairs, 'I should be here birthday' he thought dejectedly. He had walked into number 4 privet drive and was shoved into his cupboard by his uncle.
The spider population in the cupboard had grown greatly since last being shoved in the cupboard. Though early he could have sworn he saw a garden rat missing a toe, but now he new it was just a house rat. He had been home for a week and he had grown extremely thin.
Harry now though of the wizarding world with all the mishaps that had been happening lately, the Ministry had raised the wizarding age to eighteen the same as the muggle world. He cursed under his breath.
He heard a knock at the door, and the kitchen door open. Harry wished he wasn't locked in the cupboard. "What do you want?" Uncle Vernon's gruff voice was heard, and Aunt Petunia scream as a loud thump hit the floor. 'What the?' thought, "Where is the boy?" Harry's heart stopped it was Mr. Malfoy. There was another loud thump. 'Dudley most likely.'
Green light filtered through the vent that let Harry breath. "Wormtail! Where is the boy?" Nott said. 'Crud there is more?' Harry thought. "In there." Said the shaky voice of Peter. "Well what are you lazy fools waiting for get him." Now this voice was new, it was cold like it hadn't ever laughed, and female.
The door opened and to Harry's horror to reveal a hallway filled with Deatheaters, Macnair stepped forwards and tried to grab Harry, but Harry kicked the Deatheater hard. "Wow! I see why father thinks you nothing but a bunch of idiots." It was the female voice again. A figure stepped forward, like the rest of the Deatheaters dressed in black, but only a black cloth over her face.
The Deatheater was by the looks Harry's age, using her wand she began a spell Harry became suddenly stiff and now could move. He was stuff in what smelled like a dog kennel. He heard the front door close, and a girlish shout, "Morsmordre!" Popping filled Harry's ears, "Crud" he whispered, wait 'The spell didn't stop me from talking.' He quickly remembered how to apparate, he felt a small tug at his navel and was off.
The smell of wet grass filled his nose, looking up he saw the one place he could call home the Borrow. He walked up to the kitchen door and knocked, "I only know you to well Harry." Came the hiss of Voldemort, pushing Harry inside the whole Weasley family was tied up. "Now Harry and I must be off." Voldemort's cold high voice laughed and with that they were off.