Chapter 2
The sky was still dark when Harry woke up. He pulled out his sweat covered sheets and jumped off his bed. This was the day. This will be a new beginning – Harry thought. He packed all of his belongings in his trunk before closing it, keeping only his invisibility coat with him. He shot one last glance at his alarm clock : 3 am. It was time to leave, as the Dursleys were most likely asleep.
Suddenly a tapping noise halted him midtrack. A brown barn owl was trying to enter through the window. Harry opened it before catching the letter, and recognised the Gringott's seal before tearing the envellope open.
Dear Mr Potter,
We are pleased to announce that, according to Lord Black's will, you are now Lord of the Black line as well as the Potter's line. This involves the fact that the Black family vaults, assets and real estates are thereby your posession.
For further discussions, please specify a date and time for a meeting,
Best Regards,
Ragnok
Manager of the Black Vaults
Harry shutted his eyes, smiling slightly. Oh yes, it was both painful and yet great news. His heart clutched as he thought of Sirius…but no. He must leave his past behind. This, indeed will be useful. Harry decided that he will reply later when he will get out of this house (and he didn't want to open his trunk just to get a quill). He wore his invisibility cloak and walked out of the house, trying to make as few noises as possible. He spotted Mundungus Fletcher, drowsy and hiding behind the bushes. Harry grinned before he went past the wards protecting the Dursley's property.
He was now a free man.
Harry walked on the silent alley. He didn't want to summon the Knight Bus, knowing that he would be spotted. He walked for a while before feeling raindrops falling on his hand…Just GREAT – Harry thought, darkly. The small rain turned into a stormy shower, thunder growling through the air. Harry was dramped, his wet hair falling on his face. His visibility was reduced ; his surroundings was blurry. He walked for what seemed to be hours under the heavy rain and went across a park. He hided under a tree, shivering.
The air around him started to freeze – it felt like a cold knife cutting straight to his bones. The nearby roundabout creaked, grimmly complementing the atmosphere…
And Harry saw them. Dementors. Dozens of cloaked figures wandered around the park. Harry kicked his trunk open, frenetically looking for his wand.
"No….where is it? Damn…..fuck! No!" Harry mumbled, fear taking over him. He realised that he had left his wand at the Dursley's cursed his own stupidity.
It was already too late as the dementors circled him. The screaming sounds of his mother echoed through his soul as a black bony hand stretched out to reach his face.
And Harry felt it. HE felt his life essence leaving his body slowly. A void slowly filled parts of his mind as his soul started to leave his body.
No….no….His soul must remain. Harry struggled. No. NOOOOOOOOOO! He inwardly screamed. He breathed in, trying to gain back the part of his soul that already left his body.
And he knew no more.