"You've killed Marge!", snarled Uncle Vernon. His face was a deeper shade of purple than Harry had ever seen.

"Now he's done it", said Aunt Petunia. "There's no way we're going to let a murderer stay in our house".

"No, I didn't", said Harry, too stunned to say anything else.

"Of course you did!", barked Uncle Vernon. "How else do you explain Aunt Marge falling down dead like that, and this just so happened to be when she was trying to kill you?".

"I don't know", said Dudley slowly. "Maybe it was magic".

"DON'T SAY THAT WORD OUTSIDE!", growled Vernon, his face growing still more purple. "You want the neighborhood to hear you?".

"Uh...".

"GET THE BLOODY HELL INSIDE!"

Dudley, whose ears grew very pink, turned around and waddled inside, showing the entire neighborhood his enormous backside.

Uncle Vernon shook his head after his son had left. "This on top of being cut out of the fourth movie", he mumbled.

"I know, Vernon", said Aunt Petunia kindly.

"I mean", said Uncle Vernon, "I never even liked Marge, but I'm not sure if I wanted this to happen".

Uncle Vernon then went over to Aunt Marge and examined her body. After a short while, he spoke.

"This is bloody magic", he said. "I can't even find a cut on her skin. No doubt about it, this was the work of one of them".

Harry didn't like where this is going. Uncle Vernon paused before walking over to Harry, looking oddly satisfied.

"I've had to make a very tough choice", said Uncle Vernon. "But sometime's a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. I believe that you killed Aunt Marge, and even though you can argue that you didn't do it, I still know that you did do it, even if you come up with a very good reason to prove me wrong. Therefore, it is in my judgement of the safety of this house, that you never set a toe inside our home again".

He said all of this matter-of-factly, and when he was finished, he slapped Harry on the face.

"I've been wanting to do that ever since you were sent to that school!", he said. "Now GO!".

Harry didn't know what else he could do. He didn't have any of his things with him. He didn't have any food or extra clothes. He didn't even have any money.

And yet, he did as Uncle Vernon told him. He turned around and ran away.

Harry didn't know which way he was going. He only knew this: He was never going back to the Dursleys'. Ever.

Then he had an idea. He would go to the Burrow, his favorite home in the world. He would spend time with the Weasleys, his favorite family in the world. He would be with Ron, his favorite friend in the world. And he would see (drool) Ginny, his favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite girl in the whole gosh darn universe.

Harry was so filled with emotion, that he decided to sing. And as it often happens in fanfictions, he decided to sing a popular pop song. Why? Usually the reason is because the author of the story likes that song. And if the author of the fanfiction is truly evil, as the author of this story is, almost all of the song's lyrics are included for the reader to "Enjoy".

So Harry started singing "Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson, which the author, in this case, has listened to about 4,000 times.

"La, la, la, la, da, da! La, la, la, la, da, da! Da, da, la, da, la, la, la, la, la!", sang Harry Potter, not sure if Kelly Clarkson was singing "La" or "Da".

"Grew up in a small town,

And when the rain would fall down,

I'd just stare out my window.

Dreamed I never could be,

And if I'd end up happy,

I would pray.

Trying not to reach out,

But when I tried to speak out,

Felt like no one could hear me.

Wanted to belong here,

But something felt so wrong here,

So I'd pray,

I could break away".

As Harry ran down the sidewalk, singing more emotionally with each step he took, he streteched out his wings, as though he were flying.

"I'll spread my wings", sang Harry, "And I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes, till I touch the sky. I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change, and break away. Out of the darkness, and into the sun, I won't forget the place I come from--"

CRASH!

Harry fell to the ground. He had been so busy singing and pretending to fly, that he hadn't looked both ways before crossing the street, and had been hit by a car.

Meanwhile, back at the Dursleys', an unknown conversation was taking place.

"So", said Greg the Goblin. "You put the wand in his pocket?".

"Yes", said Bagman happily. "Now he'll be shipped off to Azkaban for the crime".

While this was happening, the Dursleys were cleaning out Harry's room.

"Hey", said Dudley. "Where did these pants come from?".

And so he put them on. They fit perfectly.