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The condensation on the window partially blocked his view of the street, the rain on the window made the partial view rippled and distorted. The usually bright streetlamps had been to look like over-used torches, the storm dulled even the brightest light and matched his mood.
Sirius, if he was still alive would he have condemned and abandoned him like his so called friends and family, he could even picture his subconcious self saying 'he told him so'. He lightly hit his head on the wall, he hated the fact that he ignored his instincts, honed through a childhood of abuse.
'The giant is too gullible'
'The family is suspiciously loud'
'There are many other empty compartments'
'I dont know enough about the situation at hogwarts to make an informed choice about the houses'
He was just so happy to have a chance of being normal and not a freak, that he ignored all the bad and suspicious feelings he got. Surrounding himself with friends who would stick by him through thick and thin, spending time playing games together and stressing over homework.
The nostalgia had him in the dumps the letter constantly on his mind
Dear Potter,
We have decided that you are a risk to us after nearly getting us killed
at the ministry and the troubles and detentions we had with Umbridge
because of you. You are dangerous and just as the papers say you are
cracked and insane, stay away from us freak. We have also written
letters to everyone from school to warn them about your behaviour and
how you get everyone killed.
The Weasley's, Hermione Granger,
Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood.
He was shocked when he got the letter but he wasnt angry, after the death of his godfather and the possession attempt by Voldemort he was just drained emotionally and apathetic to their accusations, the most he did was to simply scrunch up the letter and through it in the bin.
His life had undergone a major change and he was still numb, his support and everyone he had cared for in the wizarding world had been killed or left him voluntary.
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The springs in his bed creaked and poked into his butt as he sat on the edge of his bed, stroking his loyal owl Hedwig, everyone had left him except her, she was loyal and loved him unconditionally. As if sensing his thoughts he was brought to awarness by a light nibbling on his ear, a low creening noise accompaning the physical ministrations of the owl, an 'I'm here an not going to leave you'; it was both comforting and saddening that the extent of loyalty his owl show is more than anyone else.
Boredom had started to set in by the end of the first week, he had been having nightmares of Voldemorts possession attempts all over again; the feeling of fire bursting through the scar, scorching his veins in a desperate attempt to cover his entire body in this feeling. A chuckle rose in his throat about how love had evicted Voldemort from his body, he was in agonising pain until the tendrils of power had reached his hands and he felt as though the entity was being drawn into his hands like water being sucked up a straw. The thirst was overwhelming when the energy was being absorbed into himself, it was like a cool water on a parched throat, he couldnt get enough. It was only after he was back at private drive did the though of what Dumbledore told him sink in, the energy he had absorbed was from the Dark Lord's soul, that would explain why he fled though, the energy to possess him must have been slowly climbing as it was drained.
The thought was rather amusing to say the least as he sat on his bed staring at his hands, a brief thought of the feeling of power flowing into him gave his palms an itchy feeling and he watched as a small slit appeared, just a small little hole in each palm about as big as his pinky's fingernail. The shock at part of his body being punctured in anyway, was enough for him to lose the concentration of power and watch as it closed over back into an ordinary looking hand. Slightly concerned he looked at Hedwig who was also looking curiously at his hands, hooting slightly in a questioning tone, he answered the question. "I have no idea what just happened"
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His boredom knew no bounds as rather than spending days staring outside, he spent days shifting his hands between their 2 states and looking for other changes infront of a mirror. As he spent days in his room he wrote in a book about what was happening and how he got it to be like that. However the only changes he could make happen where the little pits in his hands and he recently could make what appeared to be heat pits in his cheeks, although that was all he could get them to be, as he could track where Hedwig had been a few minutes earlier, and where he had sat up to 30 minutes earlier, by the temperature on the bed and around the air.
As he was switching his heat pits and hand pits on and off randomly, he felt a rapid temperature increase in the corner of the room. Spinning he caught the sight of a beginning spark turn into a minature inferno throwing light around the darkened room, before changing into Fawkes, a letter held in-between the phoenix's talons.
His interest caught, he held out an arm for Fawkes to land on, as the bird came closer he suddenly swerved and landed on the chair next to desk. Harry was feeling rather unnerved by the whole encounter, and untied the letter quickly to find out why the usually very affectionate bird would act so outside its character.
Dear Harry,
We have just got back your bloodwork test after the events at the ministry
we felt that a full scan of your medical history would be wise. The results
were rather strange at first as they indicated that a % of your blood was
unknown. However further testing has lifted the lid on the mystery and
it has been revealed that you arn't a wizard. The test on your parentage
has shown that your mother and father is James and Lily Potter nee evans
but, you also show up as having one creature parent equal to that of your
parentage to the Potters. Incase the ministry finds out and we have done
nothing, you are hereby expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry on grounds of being a dark creature. Any items of the school are
to be returned when we turn up to your residence to snap your wand.
You are advised to stay at your residence, as fleeing will likely cause any
charges to be laid against you for resisting arrest.
Albus Dumbledore,
Headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief Warlock and Grand Mugwump.
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Harry was in such a panic that they would arrest him that he missed Fawkes leave with a sad expression, his thoughts whirled from 'what am I?' to 'what am I going to do now?' and this is Sirius' imprisonment all over again.
He callapsed onto the bed as the hysteria started to fade, allowing him to think things through and write out a list of what needs to be done and his priorities, after spending around 5 minutes writing up a list and brainstorming ideas he had
1. Gather up my wand, invisibility cloak, photo album and any money
2. Leave the house and get to Gringotts bank
3. Find someplace to lay low, perhaps flee England.
4. Find out what was in that test or get another test done.
After he had written out the list on a sheet of parchment, he quickly gathered up his items and anything else of importance he didnt want to leave behind, like the sheet about his abilities. He was about to open the door and leave, when a screech alerted him to the fact that he didnt know what to do about Hedwig. Quickly turning to her, he explained he didnt know where he was going, but he would be going in disguise and that she should fly to a forest away from Hogwarts where she would be safe and he would call for her when it was safe to do so. She quickly nibbled his fingers as he stroked her feathers and lept out the window to freedom. Harry was not so lucky and would need to take a door.
Creeping down the hallway, he heard the television going on loudly downstairs, and the brief glow from the lounge room through the darkened hallway. Hearing a cough, he side stepped into a little aclove above the stairs and waited in the shadows to see if anything was coming, relieved that nothing was there he sped down the stairs as quickly and carefully as he dared. Coming to the kitchen he hid before the doorway, after checking it was clear he walked across to the back door and stepped out, smiling thinking that he would be home free soon, he forgot to check his surroundings and bumped into the smelly Mundungus Fletcher, waking him with a start. Frightened he turned to run away before he was grabbed by the arm and held at wand point by Mundungus, his new instincts reacted and his training paid off as he hand instantly switched into its energy feeding form as he grabbed, the startled drunk around the chest and started to drink. Overcome by the pleasure of feeding purposely for the first time he didnt pay any attention to the wizard until the pleasure ran out. Coming to again he looked around to see why he stopped, at the sight of a mummified and drained Mundungus Fletcher partially hidden under a invisiblility cloak, he throw up over the corpse and was sick at what his pleasure seeking had caused. Stumbling away to the street with a major headache and vomit still in his mouth he, stuck out his wand and called the knight bus.
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