Hope everyone had a good holiday!

Sorry, it's been soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long!

But here it is!

Sorry it's kind of short too.

Sorry sorry sorry!

Chapter 5!

The lights of the headlights flashed on, flooding the inside of the garage with light, as the humming motor of the car echoed off the walls. Harry put the car in reverse and began to back slowly out of the garage. He slowly steered his way off the end of the driveway, and onto the deserted street.

Harry slowly drove his way up Private Drive, trying his best to go as straight as he could. The street was dark and empty, with only the street lights shimmering in the dark. There were no lights on in the windows of any of the houses and everyone seemed to be fast asleep. No one was out on the roads so Harry took his time, trying his best to stay awake and to concentrate.

Harry had no idea where he would drive to. He had no money, no clothes, and he wasn't in any good shape either, as he was covered, still, in dry blood and bruises. He didn't know where Hermione lived… or Ron. But then again, he didn't really even want to go to either of there houses, or anybody from the wizarding world for that matter. What would they say if they saw him like this? Harry didn't want them to see him beaten to death. He didn't want them to know. He'd kept this from them for so long…he couldn't tell them now. It would be humiliating. Grimmauld Place was also, therefore, out of the question. Everybody would freak out.

Harry drove on, still not knowing where he was going. All he knew was that he was going to get as far away from the Dursleys house as possible. 'I could just find a bush to sleep in or something,' thought Harry, 'like a Hobo.' But this thought made Harry uneasy too. 'Voldemort.' Thought Harry. 'Voldemort could find me. Even now, he could get me. I'm so weak. It would be so easy to—'This was Harry's biggest fear at the moment. Harry had finally been able to escape the wrath of the Dursleys, but what if Voldemort DID find him. Even now, in this car, he could find Harry so vulnerable, and as easy to kill and to torture as ever. 'Just try not to think about that.' Harry told himself.

As Harry drove further and was began to feel more comfortable at the wheel. He still went extra slow but was now more relaxed. 'I guess ANYWHERE is better than the Dursleys.' He thought.

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Harry had been driving for about two hours and was now on a twisted, dark road in the woods and he had no idea where he was or, still, where he was going. It had been a very quiet drive. The silence and the darkness of the night were starting to get to Harry and his eyes became very heavy and made them hard to keep open. He was very exhausted and the the soft humming of the car motor beneath him zoned out all his thoughts now, and put his mind in peace.

A couple of times Harry had caught himself, drifting off, but then he jerked himself back awake. He knew he should pull over and just take a nap in his car but there was no where to pull over. 'As soon as I get out of these woods, I will find a place to stop. There is no one on the road anyway. I'll be okay.'

The woods seemed to be never ending. And the road began to twist more than ever. Harry began to drift off once again, and before he ever knew what was happening, he heard a loud SMASH and felt the car jerk forward with a crunch! The next thing Harry knew, he was flying straight through the front windshield, through the night air, and landing with a Smack on the cold hard pavement.

Harry had fallen asleep and slammed straight into a hug oak tree which had been just off the side of the road. Harry lay on the road in unconsciousness next to the ruins of his Aunt Petunia's car. The road was sprinkled with lost car parts yet deserted with cars. Nobody was around to find him. He was all alone.

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Harry woke up to the sounds of sirens, radios and voices all around him. What had happened? Where was he? Harry forced his eyes open so he could find out but was blinded by a bright white light. So bright it made it hard to see the things surrounding him. As his eyes began to adjust to the light, Harry could see he was lying in a very small room with medical equipment and computers stacked up the walls. People were packed in with him in the small room. Harry felt the ground moving below him which made him realize where he must be. 'I must be in an ambulance.' He thought. 'Those must be doctors.' He knew he must be on his way to the Hospital; he could be saved there!

Harry relaxed knowing that he was in fairly good hands… even if they were muggles.