Revised, re-written, better and readable now.

Harry Potter sat at a table outside a pizza place in an older part of town. He was alone, as most people avoided him if they could help it.The way he'd looked at each person in turn as they passedset others staring in the opposite direction, quick to avert they're eyes. Harry studied his appearance in the pizza shop's window,he wasn't anything spectial to look at though he did seem to stickout in a crowd due to his off outfits.His hair was same as always, unruly, jet black and everywhere at once. His green eyes were dull and bored, he wore a black t-shirt with a picture of a raven standing on the dead body of some guy laying in the middle of a highway with the words 'ROAD KILL' printed on it. He also wore a pare of blackjeans andon his feet were a pare of half calfdocs.

Harry turned from his reflection and back to the busy street beyond the refuge of his littletable, slowly getting back into his dull activity of despising everyone who passed. Two girls sat down at his table.

"Hi!" one of them said grinning at him, Harry just stared.

"Hope you don't mind us joining you."the other chimed grinning stupidly at him.It wasn't a question as the two had already started into there vegetarian pizza's, chattingand shooting random questions at Harry, who ignored half of them or just gave a weird answer.

"So where do you live?" the blond one giggled. "Flirt..." Harry thought but answered best he could,

"In fairy land." he sounded serious. The girls exchanged raised eye brows of amusement.

"Oh? Is it nice there?" more giggles.

"Hmm, the bees here in reality just don't skip like they do back home." he said wistfully, still sounding completely serious.

"I see." they're grins faded slightly as they watched Harry stare off into space.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Can't remember." the girls soon became freaked out or tired of his weirdness and left, hurrying off up the street. He could here them as they went.

"He's gorgeous, but I think he forgot his meds today."

"Yeah, or he's hadto many." Harry could hear nervouse giggling but were soon out of earshot.

Did I mention that as much as most people liked to avoid Harry, Harry liked to avoid people?

Someone from inside the shop had obviously seen what had just happened out here at Harry's table since the store manager came out and told Harry that unless he was going to buy something to go away, he was scaring off the customers. Harry, with a roll of his eyes, stood taking his long black coat from the seat beside him, it being to hot to ware it slung it off his arm and headed away to bother more people with his mere presence.

He stopped at abus stop, slouched down on a bench and waited. His watch read six p.m, the bus will pass in fifteen minutes. Five minutes later a woman with a baby held in her arms, waited at the bus stop to. She eyed Harry pulling her baby closer to her chest, maternal instinct kicking in. Harry turned from her in disgust, feeling even more annoyed now.

Prosecuted and hated.

The two ways people treated him. Like he was a freak strait from hell. Out to steal their children, and scare away they're customers. He didn't blame them. He stood as he saw the bus coming up the street to his left. It pulled up noisily and the doors swung open, a few people at the other end exited as Harry stepped up the stairs dropping some change into the box next to the driver and left for the back of the bus. The only people on it were Harry, the woman and her baby and an old man a few seats in front of Harry's.

A couple of stops later the baby started crying loudly, this didn't improve Harry's irate mood. The mother suddenly looked up at Harry who glared coldly back. She went pale and looked away, busying herself in quieting the baby down. The woman got off at the next stop, Harry watched her stand at the bus stop. Harry mused as to why she was just standing there before he realized that she would rather wait for the bus to do its rounds again rather be on it with Harry. He thought momentarily about getting off and waiting with her just for kicks, but instead he sat further down in his seat, his head rested on the window. He looked at the displays in the store windows that the bus past thinking about what he was going to do tonight. Maybe he'll ditch the Dursley's and go to sleep in a park.

Harry got off at the end of Wisteria walk and made his way to Privit drive. He found the house empty when he got home. He went into the kitchen to get a drink of water and found a note pinned to the fridge.

Harry,
went out to dinner.
make your self a sandwich.
Uncle Vernon

Not feeling hungry, Harry went to seek refuge from the world in his room. He closed his bedroom door behind him and dropped down onto his bed and didn't move for ten minutes. He soon mustered up enough energy to sit up. He took his boots off and kicked them aside, he pushed his jacket to the floor, not caring about the mess he made, a couple more additions to it wouldn't make a difference considering most of the floor wasn't visible beneath his dirty clothing, various school things, and CD cases and other various items.

His hair fell away from his ears so you could now see that they werepiercing lined. He had eight on each ear, two on this eyebrow and one through his lip. He did them all himself. He had gotten a piercing licence last year and did it part time at a body art shop downtown. He could do tattoos to, and gave him self one at the base of his wrist, a simple black Celtic knot.

Harry dragged himself over to his desk and opened his history of magic texts but stared blankly at the page not reallyin the right mindto do homework, instead he closed the book and pulled out a blank piece of paper and a mechanical pencil and started to sketch more designs that he could put up in the window display of the body art shop for the tattoos. Soon a butterfly took berth from Harry's pencil as he worked. He heard car doors slam out side, announcing the return of his relatives. It was well into the night when he finally set down his pencil and climbed into bed for another sleepless night.

Ok the revision begins...I was starting to hate this story hence the lack of updating so im re-writing it. Chapter 1 seems a bit more pleasing now.

Nikki