Voldemort's strongest weakness
Viopathartic
(Vee-o-path-ar-tek)
Disclaimer: Same old crap
Chapter 2: Leaving "home"
Harry jerked awake. His wristwatch had just sounded off. His eyes adjusted to the dark and finally focused on the time. Midnight. Harry jumped up and realized, his heart soaring…he was of age!
Just to make sure, he pulled out his wand and thought of a non-verbal cleaning charm on Hedwig's cage. The droppings and loose feathers immediately disappeared. Harry waited…for the warning letter from the Ministry or something at least. Nothing.
Harry almost grinned. Almost.
Now with magic, Harry was able to pack his stuff more efficiently. After rechecking the room, he stopped and took a look at his old room. It was probably what he will miss the most. The quiet and isolation that this room had provided. Harry sighed deeply and left his room, purposely clomping down the stairs. Just as predicted, Uncle Vernon's voice yelled from the master bedroom.
"HARRY POTTER!" Harry grimaced and waited in the living room. Aunt Petunia, her loser of a husband, and his fantastically enlarged cousin, Dudley, appeared. His aunt pursed her lips and folded her arms, not even glancing at Harry as she sat herself down on the living chair nearest the fireplace. Uncle Vernon stepped up, pointing a finger at Harry.
"You don't have any right to just make all these noises, waking us all up, you ungrateful boy!" he growled. Up close, his face looked even more grotesque than usual. "After all we've done for you-"
"Oh, just stop with that "ungrateful" shite, Vernon. You haven't done anything but make my life a living hell." Harry said flatly. He stood up tall and looked at his "uncle" square in the eye.
"This is what I've been waiting for all my fuckin' life. The day when I get to leave this dump or my so called home. And now that day is today since I'm of age."
"You're not-" Uncle Vernon retorted . He squinted his eyes and then they widened.
"So y-you're allowed to do m-m-magic?" Dudley stuttered behind his father.
Harry glared at him and simply answered, "Yes, Diddykins."
He turned towards the fireplace and looked at the picture frames horizontally on the shelf. None of them had his picture in it. There was a moment of silence as Harry stared into the fire, roaring and supplying everyone with warmth. Once he thought up what to say, Harry turned to his family and began quietly, "Today as I've said before is the day I will leave here forever. Before I depart, I'd like to thank you for the little, very small speckling amount of hospitality that you have given me all of these years. Even though it was very little."
Harry stared hard at his aunt and then gazed at everyone coldly.
"And I also advise for all of you to move from this home."
"To what?" growled Uncle Vernon, incredulously. Aunt Petunia lost color in her face and her arms slumped to her side.
Harry ignored him and explained, calmly, "When I leave today, my protection that was given by my mother and your sister will be gone. The Death Eaters who are followers of Voldemort, the wizard who killed my parents, will likely come after you too. This was all mentioned before by Professor Dumbledore last summer."
"I want to see that old crackpot instead of you telling me all this rubbish. Where's that bloody fool?" demanded Vernon.
Harry bowed his head down and rubbed his nose, his glasses pressing on his nose. He'll have to replace that soon enough.
"Professor Albus Dumbledore…is dead." Harry's voice cracked. "He was murdered by a wizard named Severus Snape. A person that Dumbledore trusted and also a former Death Eater of Voldemort. He was supposed to be on our side."
There was a moment of silence; Uncle Vernon took in all this new information while his son was simply confused. Aunt Petunia, however, had a thoughtful look plastered on her skinny face.
"Severus Snape of Slytherin?" Uncle Vernon's head whipped around at his wife. He was looking at her in disgust since she was talking to him.
Harry wasn't surprised that she knew this and answered without further ado, "Yes."
"How do you know this rubbish?"demanded Vernon.
"Her sister was a brilliant witch. My mom was bound to have told her all about her school," Harry snapped.
"Now, I was saying before. I highly doubt you will be safe here, once I leave. So move to that summer house you have over Florida. The Death Eaters will never find you there," he finished. With a flick of his wand, all of his belongings hovered over the floors.
"Well, this is goodbye, I guess." Harry stared at them for a moment and then turned, cautiously walking through the front door. He wasn't sure what he had expected there would be. A certain reaction maybe since his protection had worn off, but oddly he felt normal.
The night was immensely dark; nothing could be seen except for the illuminating streetlights, casting shadows on the ground. It reminded Harry of the time he had left the Dursleys in third year after blowing up his aunt. It was just like this. The air was tense, and the breeze was light as feather but brought unwelcome coldness as hard as rock. This was similiar to the night he had seen Sirius for the first time. Now, Harry wished he could have emerged from the bench and greeted Sirius instead of meeting him with his hands clenched around his godfather's throat.
Harry halted, preparing to apparate. He focused his mind on his destination, the Burrow, and put all of his determination to be there around his family--around people who loved him. Finally he turned on the spot, expecting to just fall over like he always did. But when Harry opened his emerald eyes, he found himself looking at tilted structure of the Burrow. He blinked in surprise and walked towards the light, which cast from the front porch, and stood in front of the door. He rapped on the wooden board, and a low and gangly voice answered.
"Hello?" it asked nervously. Harry hesitated a moment.
Was it the right the decision to go here? Should he even be here? He decided.
"It's me. Harry."
