Harry's POV

I ran out of the house as fast as I could. I couldn't stay at that hellhole anymore. My Uncle had just tried to carve me again, but my magic reacted. If I was still there when he woke up… I shook my head not wanting to finish the thought of my death at my Uncle's hands.

It was the first week of summer holidays, and shit hit the fan on the first day. I was still only 15, at least until July 31st, but I was going to Gringotts right this second and going to stop this in its tracks. Something Dumbledore never did.

I ran so fast, apparently I apparated without even trying. I gasped as I looked around and saw that I had popped myself right into the center of the bank.

"Mr. Potter," one of the goblins said walking up to me, "We were not expecting you today."

"I have to talk to my vault manager. I would like to be emancipated for reasons of abuse," I said. The goblin's eyes widened for a second before he nodded his head and made his way to get my vault manager.

I was then taken to his office where the goblin who took care of my vaults did a full physical. After they saw all the evidence that I was actually abused, they helped me fill out the emancipation paperwork, and find a house with enough protections that even Dumbledore couldn't get through it.

I was going to be staying in Potter Manor. The house that my father was raised in. It was about 2 hours away from London in this area called Wiltshire. It was a nice, quiet village where minute magic wouldn't be noticed. Stonehenge was there so it was considered one of the most magical places in the world.

I smiled looking up at the huge place. I had a home of my own where no one could hurt me. Not Voldemort, not Dumbledore, not anyone.

Lily's POV

I gasped as I caught a look in the bedroom that would be mine for the entire summer. "Uncle Tom!" I cried, "It's awesome!"

It had black walls, a black Victorian desk, matching chair, a black Victorian bed with dark grey silk sheets, white pillow cases, and a black comforter. It was amazing in every since of the word.

I smiled as I ran to the bed and jumped in it. Back in Japan I only had a futon and a desk in my room, now I had this gigantic room with a king sized bed and silk sheets. It made me kind of wish I didn't have to go home, but I knew I would miss my mother too much.

The next week was amazing! Uncle Lucius had bought Draco and me Firebolts, and we were currently flying them all around the backyard. Suddenly though, we saw a flint of silver head towards the house. It was a patronus! I zoomed quickly towards the house with Draco by my side. We made it inside just as the patronus had found my father.

"Severus!" my mother's voice called through the German Shepard, her patronus, "I don't know how, but Dumbledore found me! He sent some of his men to get me!" There was an explosion through the patronus, "Please Arthur! We've been friends for years!"

"I'm sorry Liz," I heard Arthur Weasely say as my mother's patronus ran off. There was one last scream that will ring through my head forever.

My father was red with rage, but Draco and Uncle Lucius were looking at me. I was standing stock still, still looking at the spot that my mother's patronus was.

"Lily?" Father asked, but as soon as his voice broke my daze, I ran. I ran from the manor and out into the world.

"LILY!" I heard the four voices of my father, Draco, Uncle Lucius, and Uncle Tom as I ran passed the gate. I ran as far as I could. I couldn't stop myself no matter what I tried. Was my mom dead or just captured? If there's one thing I learned about Dumbledore, he doesn't keep his hostages for long.