Ok some of my readers are concerned that Harry is a little OOC. Well there are many reasons for that.
It's a FanFiction! Of course he's not going to be Canon!Harry if he was then my name would be J.K. Rowling. Which it's NOT!
I like a more mature Harry, and if he seems a little dark don't worry he won't stay that way. He's a good guy, more light gray then anything.
He's Harry Potter right now, not the Doctor, he won't be the Doctor till later, so if anyone thinks that he doesn't act like the Doctor it's because he ISN'T the Doctor yet. He's my version of Harry Potter and when he does turn into the Doctor he'll be MY version of a Doctor. K?
Ok I think that's all. Thank you for all the reviews my wonderful readers, they really brighten my day up!
"For the last time kid tell me how you got in here!"
Harry just gazed at the fuming man with a bored expression plastered on his face.
After he'd been tasered and caught the security guard had locked him inside his small office and called the police station, harry hadn't even had a chance of escape because the guard never took his eyes off of him the entire time.
Harry didn't have to wait long before two officers arrived, you can tell both of them were tired and grumpy from being forced to deal with him this early in the morning. The first thing they did was start to question him, never mind that he'd been shocked and was still experiences its effects. He had been question several on how he had gotten in and why he was here.
Harry didn't say anything, he knew that they wouldn't believe that he had only wanted to sleep here and he would have left in the morning. Harry couldn't really blame them though, if he'd been anyone else he would say the person was lying and had come to steal. Though with the lack of equipment and plans he made a piss poor theft.
They had tried to search him to see if he had stolen anything but he had fought them off until they had stopped in a huff and told him he'd have to be searched at the station.
The bad thing about fighting them off instead of cooperating just made them believe even more that he'd stolen something and after that they had become even more suspicious. Harry didn't try to correct them that he just didn't like to be touched, they weren't going to let him go anytime soon so there was no point in trying to change their options.
And well…he had taken something after all; it wasn't like they were incorrect in thinking that he was technically a theft. The mysterious watch that he had taken from the glass case was tucked deep in his pants pocket next to his wand.
After over an hour of nothing but questions he had half a mind to just blast the officers away and make a run for it but since he wasn't yet at his majority he still couldn't use magic outside of school. At least no magic that wasn't accidental or anything like that, and since deep down inside he didn't really want to harm the officers-they were just doing their jobs-he couldn't use any violent accidental magic on them to escape.
Finally after they had hit the two hour marker they had gotten tired of questioning him there in the night guard's office so they decided quickly among themselves that they'd take him down to the station to continue.
Harry guessed that they thought the change in scenery would break him or something like that.
Ha fat chance. I've been in worse places then a police station and in a lot more worse situations then this, at least this time I'm not facing death in the face. Though this does mean that I'm going to miss the Dursley's when they come, oh well as long as no one finds about this I should be alright. I just got to escape and make it back to the house before anyone notices that I'm missing.
Harry carefully eyed the area and officers.
Though getting out of here's going to prove a challenge.
A small smirk flashed on his face for a second.
It's a good thing then that I excel at those.
Alright…almost there…got it!
Smirking Harry shook off the unlocked handcuffs and let them fall onto the table in front of him. The clanking of chains sounded like bliss to him. At least it did now that they were off of him.
Since he arrived here he'd been stuck inside this room at the station for the better part of a day. It was maddening to have to listen time and time again to the same questions, though they did get a gruffer officer to try to scare it out of him.
Harry had to give the guy credit, the man resembled a bear when mad. But since Harry had seen much-much- worse than the surly man he managed to make the guy leave in under an hour.
Harry was gifted like that.
The only good thing that managed to happen was that the moment they forced a strip search on him-and didn't that just suck- they had been unable to see the watch when they upturned his pockets. It had fallen out along with his wand but it was like…it was like it wasn't there at all-like it didn't exist.
Kind of like the notice-me-not charm, only much, much more powerful.
Harry couldn't figure it out, if it had been in a museum then that meant that someone had been able to see it, but now that he'd touched it, it was like it didn't want anyone else to see it except him.
But that was crazy. That would mean that the watch was somewhat sentient and that was just plain crazy.
Though again…there was Riddle's diary, that had been alive in its own way. If the watch was the same…
Naw.
Harry finally just counted it as luck and that it came from his sometimes greatly timed accidental magic, though even as he tried to convince himself of this something inside of him didn't believe that was the cause of the police officers not noticing the watch.
They did have a few questions about the bruises they found on his body when they had searched him. He hadn't answered them which he had to admit wasn't the smartest thing to do because they of course assumed that he'd been abused and in truth they would be right.
His uncle liked to knock him around whenever he had a bad day at work which was to say almost every day. Most of the time Harry was able to avoid him whenever he was in the mood to smack him but sometimes he wasn't so lucky, so he managed to acquire a few black and blue marks. Most of them were tinted green and purple because his magic was trying to speed up his healing. Which as you can imagine made his Uncle even angrier at him and made him want to beat on him even more.
So it was really a lose-lose situation. And Dumbledore wondered why he didn't want to come back every summer. Damn addle minded color-blind old man.
So once they'd seen the markings on his pale skin they of course had to call in a social worker, the moment that harry had seen the woman he had tried to book it. When that hadn't worked he had resorted back to ignoring them. Hoping that if he ignored them enough they'd leave him alone so he could plan his escape.
But when they finally had given him space to reflect or some nonsense like that he had made the mistake in trying to run again so they had no choice but to resort to cuffing one of his hands to a table in one of the interrogation rooms.
They had tried to be somewhat pleasant about it but Harry had still cursed them out.
Vocally of course, though by this time he wouldn't mind if he could curse them magically as well.
Also when they had previously searched him and had found his wand he had quickly made up a fake story about it being a toy for some popular teen game called Dungeon and Dragons and he really wanted it back.
They had luckily bought it and had given it back to him. Thinking it nothing but a child's toy. He had even managed to fake a few tears in order for them to feel guilty about it enough for them to give it back.
Harry had never been so happy that he lived in Dudley's old second bedroom with all of his old junk. His cousin had a lot of old and broken games lying about. That game called Dungeon and Dragons was only one out of twenty that littered his closet space.
Harry knew that the only reason they had left him alone was because they were deciding what to do with him, they couldn't lock him up because he hadn't stolen anything, he was also a minor. The only thing that they could charge him with was breaking and entering and since they still couldn't find any broken doors or windows even that wouldn't stick.
They'd be forced to let him go…if he'd been a normal person.
They hadn't been able to find out who he was because apparently he didn't have any kind of ID or birth certificate so they couldn't find his family or anyone who knew him. So they had no once to contact which was both good and bad.
Harry knew one thing for certain there was no way that these people were going to take him to an orphanage.
After about ten minutes of being cuffed and being bored out of his mind Harry was to ready to leave and make a run for it to the nearest bus station. The Dursleys were long gone by now.
It had taken him awhile but he had managed to unlock the handcuff cuffed to his wrist by using his wand.
He hadn't used magic-he wasn't that stupid.
No instead he had used the narrow tip of his wand to unlock the mechanism inside of the keyhole.
While any Wizard would have fainted at such an act Harry had enough sense and self respect to use his wand in such a way.
Once Harry had those off the only thing he had left to do was find a way undetected out of here.
Hah easier said than done, this is a station and I doubt that they'd let some kid leave after seeing him leave one of their interrogation rooms. So I'm guessing that the front door is out of the question. So the real question is…where to go from here?
Harry moved around the room towards the door hoping against hope that they'd at least left it unlocked considering they had cuffed him to the table. It wasn't like they knew that he could escape the handcuffs.
"Fuck those god damn turkey humpers!"
To say that Harry was upset to find the door locked would have been an understatement.
Harry almost gave into his urge to bang on the door but restrained himself, while it might make him feel better for all of three seconds it would only alert people to his presence and that was the last thing he wanted right now.
Harry turned around and let his back slid on the door until he was sitting in front of it. Placing his head in his hands he hunched down.
What was he going to do now?
He had to get back to the house before the order knew he was missing. If he had a real choice this morning he would never return back to that small house on Privet Dr.
But since his seventeenth birthday was still a ways off he couldn't leave the Dursley's yet, which he hated more then everything.
He was old enough to defeat the most powerful dark lord in history and fight a dragon and other mythical creatures but he wasn't old enough to make his own decisions for himself.
Sometimes harry couldn't help regret meeting the wizarding world.
Think harry think! I'm locked in this room and there is a chance that I might get shuffled off to some distant orphanage and when the Order finds out that I've gone missing they'll pitch such a fit. Damn I can't let that happen, while I might not care about their feelings in this manner they'll never let me out of their sights after this! I won't have any freedom at all! There has to be some way out of here.
Harry leaned his head and let it bang back on the door behind him hoping that maybe he could bang some kind of great escape plan into his head.
Looking sulkily around the room he lifted his gaze upwards.
For a few seconds the only thing he could do was to just stare uncomprehending at the sight in front of him.
Then a full fledge grin bloomed on his face.
Because right in front of him was the opening for an air duct and since he was so small for his age he would be able to fit right into the narrow air duct to escape.
Ah sweet freedom.
The grin morphed into wide mouth smile.
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You are mesmerized-you will obey-you will bow down-you will be silent because…
The Master is talking now.
;p
Hahaha sorry, it's just that Harry was having a slight Master moment. This is awesome by the way. I like a darker Harry, he's more interesting. I don't mean Evil Harry or anything like that (though I love those too) This Harry is good-he has to be-but I like him to have a bit more cynic side of him then goody-two-shoes golden brain-washed boy.
Ah…I love Master!Harry, which by the way this story in its original plot scheme was going to be a Master!Harry. But I decided I wanted to try a different approach this time.
Maybe next time Master!Harry will get his turn.
So…Review please!