DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HARRY POTTER SERIES, NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WISH TO!!

Note: I was curious when I learned that J.K. Rowling might write another Harry Potter book, so I had to do some research. For those who are unaware as of now, J.K. Rowling is writing another book, but it's suppose to be an Encyclopedia of all the items/spells/ and other things mentioned in the Harry Potter books. Not quite what I expected, but it'll do for me.

A/N: Please note that if this sounds like someone elses story, it's a mere coincidence. I have read a couple on here, but nothing exactly like I'm about to write! Thanks!

Chapter 1: Run Away...and Don't Look Back

A small boy jerked awake in a room where he'd been sleeping his whole, and rather crummy one at that, life. His large emerald eyes soaked in his dusty surrounding, but was satisfied to see that they were the same as the night before. He sighed in relief. Dudley often liked to sneak down and play awful tricks on him, often getting the skinny boy in more trouble than he could afford.

The small boy slid out of his bed, which wasn't a bed at all. It was a second-hand matress from Dudley's earlier years. It still stunk, nearly a year after the small boy had gotten it because Dudley had failed to master 'Potty Training' as The small boy's Aunt and Uncle called it.

Knowing it was now or never, the boy placed his small hand on the handle, taking a deep breath before pushing it open. He was surprised that it opened at all, considering that he could remember quite clearly how his Uncle Vernon had locked it in a fit of rage. He hadn't meant to appear on the roof of his school. He hadn't known how to get up there at all. He'd just been trying to get away from Dudley and his Gang.

"What are you doing, Harry!?" Harry jumped as he saw his Uncle Vernon standing at the base of the stairs, looked slightly dazed. Harry winced, knowing the fact that he'd woken his very temperamental uncle up would only make everything much, much worse for him in the end.

"I- I-" The seven year old boy stuttered, looking quite scared as his Uncle took a menacing step towards him. "I'm s-sorry. I was-" He scanned his mind for an excuse--any escuse, but all he came up with was a, "I was just thirsty Uncle Vernon. Honestly, I'm sorry."

"YOU IDIOT!" Harry winced again, wishing he could take himself away from this situation. "You made all that bloody racket to get a drink!"

"Vernon?" A soft voice came from upstairs somewhere. "Is there something the matter? What's all that shouting. A beautiful person such as myself needs her beauty sleep."

Harry watched as his uncle moved towards him again, his face red with rage. Uncle Vernon didn't bother to answer his wife's question. Both he and Harry knew that it was most likely that she was asleep already. "How did you open the cupboard door. I locked it, I certainly did. No one wants a freak running around this house."

Harry gulped. He was accustomed to be calling a freak, but he didn't care to tell his Uncle Vernon that he told it to. "I don't know. It just was unlocked when I woke up." I didn't do anything to it!"

Uncle Vernon shook his head, not accepting the answer. "You bloody liar. I told you not to contaminate our house with your filthy lies, and yet you still defy my orders! You got the door open yourself, understand." The look on his uncles face told Harry that 'no' wasn't a answer choice. Harry nodded quickly. "Good." He said softly. "Now get out."

"What?"

"You heard me." said the enraged uncle.

Harry watched, stunned at the turn of events. He waited for Vernon to change his mind...to say that they still needed their personal slave. "Uncle-"

Vernon's face turned an even darker shade of red, so dark now that it was almost a purple color. "I'm not your uncle anymore. Get out of my house!"

Harry took a step back, still watching his uncle, confused. "Please-"

"I said, get out! Run away! Go lay in a alley and die! I don't care! None of us care! You're a freak! They were freaks! You're whole bloody family were all freaks! Now, get out and never come back! We don't care anymore and to be frank with you, I hope to never see that face of yours ehelp me out a bit, sver again! That ugly scar neither!"

With his uncles last few words burned into his mind, Harry ran out the door as fast as his seven year old legs could take him. All night the words echoed...and he didn't get one bit of sleep. Though he didn't know it, he was Harry Potter, savior of the Wizarding world, and at that time no one would find him. Not for a long, long time.

With those simple words that Uncle Vernon spoke, the Savior, Harry James Potter disappeared. And there was no one who ever was able to find him...for no one even knew the helpless seven years old was missing.

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Before you start asking, yes I know this is a short first chapter, but in my mind it's just the prolouge, so it's allowed to be short...I think... Anyway, it's a little too short for even my liking. so I'm going to try to make all the next parts at least 2000 words or more, thank you.

Okay, I know this isn't the place to be asking this, but I don't exactly know how else to so here it goes; I'd like a beta reader to help me out a bit, but the problem is...I don't know who, so if you're a Beta Reader and is interested can you please review? I'm not recieving messages, so reviews would be a lot nicer. Thanks to anyone who cares!!

She's going to murder me for this, but I dedicate my story to my bestest(not a words, I know. Sheesh) friend in the entire world, Sierra Sierra (her penname of course. If I put her real name on here, I wouldn't be getting back to this story...ever. If you get what I mean.) Blah blah...check out her story...blah blah...

Go Sierra Sierra!!