Chapter 3:
Harry walked back to the infirmary and sure enough madam Pomfrey screamed at him for walking around the castle in the middle of the night. After that delightful event Harry was forced to go through several of the healers rigorous status charms and wait as still as a statue for her to diagnose his condition.
After giving him the all clear, accompanied with a lot of shouting, Harry was allowed to leave the medical wing. His trunk and all his belongings were brought to him by the time he was ready to leave.
After a quick check up to make sure everything was there Harry said goodbye to the healer and quickly left the castle walking towards Hagrid's hut. He was told to meet the gentle giant there, who would then bring him to the Dursley's for the summer.
As Harry dragged his heavy trunk along he groaned. The early mornings might have been pleasant but it was still the beginning of summer and that meant everything was hot. The sun beat down on Harry as he dragged his heavy trunk down the castle towards Hagrid's hut.
He groaned, 'I'm a wizard, a freaking wand waving wizard. I should be able to easily carry this thing with a light weight charm but nooo, that wasn't taught until fourth year. Why is it that all the good charms aren't taught till later?'
Harry groaned as he stopped and dropped the trunk, he couldn't drag it anymore. He promptly sat down on it and sighed wiping the sweat from his head. He was already tired, he really needed to improve on his strength.
'If only I could carry this thing with a spell or…..idiot. I am an idiot, a complete and utter tool. Infact I don't deserve to live,' Harry sighed as he got up and took out his wand. He honestly didn't know what he didn't think of this before.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Harry flicked and swished his wand and aimed it at his trunk. He slowly brought it up and trailed it along as he walked down the beaten path, now with less to worry about.
But just then Harry realized something. He was right now alone, absolutely nobody was looking at him. So maybe this would be the perfect time for him to try out his newly discovered telekinetic abilities.
Harry immediately canceled the levitation charm he had on his trunk dropping it hard on the ground. He put away his wand and extended both of his arms out. He focused and sent out a burst of his telekinetic powers.
The psychic ability quickly surrounded itself around Harry's trunk. The boy could feel every inch of his wooden luggage. He slowly pushed everything away giving the trunk his undivided attention. He then began to lift it up.
At first nothing happened, it barely shock. It was like carrying it with his own hands, only now it was ten times more difficult. But Harry didn't give up. The next time he pulled the very corners of the trunk slowly lifted itself up before stopping.
Harry started to pant, 'what am I missing? Is it just too big for me? Why can't I move it? Maybe I should try something easier first, like a book or two.'
Harry groaned, he didn't like failure, but in the end the facts were staring him in the face. He wasn't strong enough, yet. So Harry swallowed his pride and quickly reapplied his levitation charm carrying the trunk with his magic as he walked towards Hagrid's.
He quickly reached the wooden hut and knocked on the door. He heard barking from the inside, probably Fang, and a voice call out, "be right there!"
Harry waited patiently and soon the door swung open revealing Hagrid dressed up in a heavy overcoat carrying what looked like the same umbrella he used to give Dudley a pig's tail.
"Hello Hagrid," Harry smiled as he hugged the half-giant.
"Hello Harry!" the gentle man chuckled as he hugged him back, "'haven't seen ya in awhile!"
"I know, I've been madam Pomfrey's prisoner for some time," Harry chuckled, "I'm glad to see you got out."
"Aye, Dumbledore sent for me the moment you and Ginny Weasley came out of the wretched place. Why if it wasn't for you I would still be stuck in Azkaban, and believe me I don't want that," Hagrid's accent was rough, but Harry was used to it.
"Well I'm glad you're out, so, you ready to go?" Harry asked.
"Almost," Hagrid petted Fang and then closed the door locking it behind him with a large iron key he pulled out of one of the several pockets his coat had.
"So how are we going to London Hagrid?" Harry asked as he followed the half-giant towards the back of his little hut. There he noticed was a small garage that was surprisingly hard to miss. Harry always assumed Hagrid used it to store manure of other farming tools, but the moment Hagrid opened the doors Harry realised it didn't contain simple gardening tools but a shining motorcycle.
"Thought you might enjoy a little ride to Hogsmeade," Hagrid grinned as he took the bike out, "'haven't been able to use this beauty in ages, figured it needed to go out for a spin."
Hagrid sat on the bike and the vehicle visible bent down thanks to the man's incredible weight. He clicked a button on one handle and kicked the bike's ignition causing it to roar to life.
Harry grinned from ear to ear at the sound. It was an amazing sound to hear, Harry couldn't help a feeling of nostalgia wash over him, it was like he had heard this wound before, but he couldn't figure out where.
"This is amazing Hagrid," Harry said as he dropped his trunk in the bikes side car, "where did you get this?"
"Oh, I got it from...well...I can't seem to remember," Hagrid gave a nervous chuckle rubbing his beard.
"Really? You can't remember who gave you a flying motorcycle?" Harry through a questioning look at Hagrid who immediately started to sweat.
"Well it was a long time ago-and well, people weren't really, ah, how do I say this-"
"-Hagrid you didn't steal this did you?" Harry asked.
"What?! NO! It was a gift?"
"And who gave it?"
"I...I can't remember," the man replied and immediately a guilty look came over his face. Harry however wasn't satisfied. Hagrid was hiding something from him, and every time the tall man did something like that it always ended bad for Harry. For example the giant three headed dog Hagrid so lovingly called 'Fluffy'.
"Hagrid, who gave you that bike," Harry asked, except this time he didn't pay attention to Hagrid's lame excuse, something about winning it in a bet. Instead Harry was focused on trying to read Hagrid's thought's by focusing on the man's head.
[I can't tell him the truth, I just can't. I know I'll say I won it in a bet, like with Norbert. There, that should be good enough. It has to be good enough, I can never tell him that Sirius gave the bike to me. Harry must never know about that man.]
Harry's eyes widened in horror, "Hagrid," the half-giant's rambling were cut short, "who is Sirius?"
The giant man's eyes went wide in horror, "how do you know that name?!"
Harry blinked, 'oh shit! I acted without thinking again!' Harry cursed himself, he had been so concerned with finding out who this Sirus person was that he never bothered to think of the consequences of his actions.
'Okay enough, you can scold yourself later, now I need an excuse, and quickly,' Hagrid was slowly starting to get suspicion. Using his newly improved thinking speed Harry quickly came up with an excuse, or at least the best he could make up.
"I-I….I don't know," Harry said putting on his best poker face as he looked down with a fake look of confusion.
"You don't know?"
"Yeah, the name just...well it just popped into my head," Harry didn't lie, he didn't hear the name in his head.
"Really? Just like that?" Hagrid asked.
[How could that have happened? That's impossible. Unless, did he remember Sirius from his childhood?]
Harry smiled, 'got ya.'
"I remember something when I was smaller," Harry began, "I think it was from when I was younger."
"Really?" Hagrid asked in amazement.
[By Magic, he really does remember Sirius Black!]
Harry sighed, 'Hagrid, you have a big heart, but God your stupidly gullible.'
"I think I remember his full name," Harry continued, "Black, Sirius Black."
"Harry…." Hagrid sighed, he switched off the motorcycle and put the side stand on, "what I'm about to tell you must never be repeated understood? And I mean never. I swore to Dumbledore I would never mention the man to you but since you already know..."
"I promise Hagrid, I swear I won't' tell anyone," Harry promised eager to find out this seemingly important mystery that Dumbledore himself didn't want him to know.
"Sirius Black is, was, a very good friend of your parents," Hagrid looked heartbroken as he continued, "he did a few bad things and now….now he's in Azkaban."
"What did he do Hagrid?"
"Nothing you need to know about Harry, please drop it."
[He killed so many people, so many. He's a monster, Harry must never find out that he is his Godfather, it would break the boy.]
"What," Harry said as he gasped in surprise. He had a godfather, he had someone who was supposed to take care of him. But in true Potter luck fashion that person also was somehow a serial killer locked up in the biggest prison in the world.
"I said you don't need to know Harry," Hagrid put a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder, "he's not worth the time you would spend wondering about him."
"R-right," Harry nodded. He might have said that, but this wasn't over by a long shot. Something was going on here, another mystery being kept away from him.
He could find out what it was from Hagrid, just keep bombarding him with question and then read his mind, but he had already stepped over the line. He acted reckless by mentioning Sirius's name. He needed to be careful, for now his questions would have to wait.
"Okay, yeah, I'll stop it," Harry nodded as he quickly smiled, "now, where exactly am I supposed to sit?"
Hagrid smiled as he turned the bike on again, "climb behind me, and hold on tight."
"I don't' think I can fit there Hagrid," Harry said looking at the space behind the giant man.
"Oh come now, I'm sure you can manage," Hagrid scooted forward. Harry had to squeeze in but he did manage to sit in a comfortable position, "you ready?"
Harry gripped the man's coat, "ready."
"Then let's go!" Hagrid grinned as he flooded the engine causing the bike to burst forward slowly flying higher and higher into the air.
The wind blew past Harry's face as he grinned. This was it, the feeling of flying. He missed this. The worst part of being bedridden was the fact that he no longer could got out and fly. But now, not that excitement had returned.
Harry threw his hands up and screamed his lungs up, "WOAHH!"
"Careful Harry!" Hagrid yelled over his shoulder, "this isn't a broom you know!"
"Sorry Hagrid!" Harry replied as he grabbed Hagrid's coat again smiling at the way the wind roared past his ears.
They traveled over the forbidden forest, looking down Harry swore he saw a herd of unicorn traveling across the dense forest floors. Soon they past the castle limits traveling towards the small town of Hogsmeade that was located just a few short meters away from the school.
Looking at it from the sky Harry could tell there wasn't much to do in the town. There were a few buildings here and there. Sure it was a magical town and all that, but it wasn't all that impressive.
Hagrid slowly brought them down just outside the town called 'The Three Broomsticks inn'. The bike landed with a little bit of trouble, guess Hagrid wasn't that used to landing the thing as he was flying it.
He quickly parked the bike and grabbed Harry's trunk out of the sidecar, "well, come on."
"Wait aren't we going to London on this?" Harry asked in confusion as he got off the bie following Hagrid to what looked like a dirt road. It was near the edge of the small town and it didn't look like it was well used.
"What? Are you crazy? Just five minutes on that thing give me a back ache, can you imagine five hours?! No, we'll be taking the Knight bus Harry."
"What's that?"
"A bus."
Harry rolled his eyes, "I know that, I meant what's special about."
"Hm, nothing special, it's just that only wizards can summon it," Hagrid stood at the side of the road, "raise your wand up Harry."
Harry was curious but did what was asked. He took out his wand and raised it high in the sky, "what exactly am I supposed to be-"
CABOOM!
A blur of blue and purple came speeding down the dirt road stopping right in front of Hagrid and Harry. The wind drawback from the bus's speed tossed Harry on his ass, Hagrid on the other hand remained perfectly still.
"Woah," Harry said as he looked at the bus. It was a double decker paint blue. I looked like an older model, but it was well maintained.
Soon the bus conductor came out and greeted Hagrid and Harry. The game's keeper of Hogwarts quickly payed the bus fare and got on to the bus. Harry quickly followed and the inside was even more amazing.
It seemed someone might have charmed the inside as it looked like a general hall more than a the interior of a bus. There were beds all around, some occupied, others were not. In the front were a couple of seats while the top was filled with beds.
"Come on Harry, you might want to sit down for this," Hagrid motioned to the seat next to his.
Harry quickly did what as asked and the moment his but touch the seat the bus lurched forward slamming Harry into the cushions with the force of a rocket.
Harry then spent the rest of the trip being treated as a rag doll as the constant movement of the bus caused him to literally bounce off the walls. There must have been a charm or something that made them soft because that's what it felt like.
Soon however that nightmare was over and Harry finally got off at Diagon Alley right in front of Gringotts.
Harry almost puked when he got off the buss, he went to a corner and dry heaved. Hagrid however just moved like nothing was wrong carrying Harry's trunk with one hand.
"I hate that thing," Harry groaned as his finally started to return to normal.
"You'll get used to it," Hagrid assured him as he began walking into the alley, "now come on, we need to get you home."
Harry nodded and followed Hagrid. The beauty of the alley was distracting but Harry managed to stay on task. Soon they reached and exited through the other side of the Leaky Cauldron entering muggle London.
From there it was just a short tube ride towards Surely and soon Harry found himself once again in front of number 4 Privet drive.
Harry sighed, "I so don't want to go there again Hagrid. Those people are awful."
"Do you want me to talk to them Harry?" Hagrid asked in a hurt tone [I really don't want to leave Harry with those people. Lily would be so ashamed of her sister.]
Harry shook his head, "no Hagrid, thanks. I'll manage. Plus if you do threaten them the only thing that will accomplish is getting me into trouble the moment you leave. I'll think of something, I'm sure."
Hagrid nodded sadly, "right, well if you sure."
Harry turned to Hagrid, he wrapped his arms around the man, "thank you Hagrid."
Hagrid dropped the trunk and hugged Harry back, "take care Harry, I'll see you next year."
Harry nodded and the two parted ways. Harry took his trunk and slowly dragged it down the Dursley's driveway. He reached the front door and sighe, 'here goes everything.'
Harry knocked on the door and waited. Soon the white door was thrown open revealing Harry's uncle Vernon. The fat walrus growled at him, "I heard you got thrown into the hospital."
"Yes uncle Vernon," Harry replied.
"Why? Did you bully someone who shouldn't have been bullied?"
"In a way yes," Harry chuckled. Vernon's face took on a confused look at Harry's joke. He had never heard the boy laugh so carelessly before, it was almost an alien sound to be coming out of him.
"Yes well….go put that trunk in the closet and then go up to you room. And remember, no funny business."
Harry nodded, "yeah got it," he walked passed the man towards the closet.
"Don't take that attitude with me boy," Vernon hissed, "I will not have you treat me like you do your kind."
"Yup, got it," Harry opened the closet and put the trunk in.
"Boy!"
"Man!" Harry snapped back.
"What has gotten into you?!"
"Me? What has gotten into me? Well nothing much, just some snake venom, and some delicious pumpkin juice, why, did I become a little fat?"
Vernon growled, "I don't know what inspired this change in attitude boy but that ends now!"
"Or what? You'll beat me?" Harry chuckled, "please, you don't' have the balls, in fact," Harry threw open the closet and grabbed his trunk, "I just realised I have a lot of summer homework, I'll be taking this up with me."
"No you will not!" Vernon yelled, by now both Dudley and Petunia heard the ruckus and had come out from the kitchen to see what was going on.
"Oh yeah? And how are you going to stop me?" Harry asked as he moved towards the stairs.
"You will not be practising your freakiness in my house boy!" Vernon shouted as he stepped in front of Harry's path.
"Move," Harry growled.
"Put the trunk back in your closet and go to your room!"
"I said move Dursley!" Harry raised his voice causing Vernon and the rest to pause. Harry had never raised his voice. Never. He had been to afraid, but not any more. He refused to be treated like this any more.
"You know what, fuck this," Harry snapped, he reached out with his mind and felt his mental powers connect with Vernon's body. It was heavy, but Harry had no intention lifting it. Instead he pushed Vernon to the side slamming him into the wall.
"DAD!" Dudley cried out as he went to his father's side helping the man get back to his feet.
[Why is he acting like this!]
Harry turned to Petunia, it was her voice he heard. He looked right at her with his green eyes, with Lily's eyes. "I hate you. I hate all of you. I don't know if you care, but there, I needed to say that."
Harry quickly went up the stairs dragging his trunk behind him. He reached his room and slammed the door behind him locking it.
Harry tossed the trunk to one side as he sat down on the bed.
"ARGH!" Harry cried out in anger. He grabbed a toy car, one of the many broken toy's Dudley threw aways, and slammed it into the wall.
Tears flew down from Harry's eyes, he didn't like being this angry, he didn't want to hate people. But the Dursley's they were special. They always made him angry and the always made him sad. He didn't understand it, he just couldn't understand them.
Harry cried as he hung his head down, he couldn't take it any more, he just couldn't. He wanted to leave, but he didn't know where he could go. Ron's? No, no he couldn't do that to his friend.
He didn't have family, the only one he did have was in Azkaban. Harry slowly let the anger take over, he let the rage win. And slowly all the toys in his room started to slowly float up.
Through tear stained cheeks Harry looked at the floating objects. He didn't even realise he was doing it. But sure enough all the broken toys in the room were floating in the air circling him slowly.
Harry reached out and tired to feel how he was doing this. Before he had difficulty in lifting his a simple book, but now all the objects in the room were floating.
'Maybe it has to do with the weight, or maybe….' Harry looked at his shaking arms. They were shaking from the anger, from the grief. 'So maybe that's the key. The angry I get, the stronger my powers become.'
So slowly Harry started letting go. He calmed himself down and suddenly all the object in the room came down.
Harry sighed, at least this little pity session was useful. He now understood a little bit more about his powers.
'Maybe I can leave, rent a room in the Leaky Cauldron, spend my summer there,' Harry wondered. The plan was great, only thing was that would be difficult would be the cash, but Harry had enough to pay for a few month's of boarding.
Just as Harry started to form a plan on how he escaped a knock came on the door. Harry reached out to listen to the thoughts of the person behind the door.
[Maybe he will listen to me. Maybe I can convince him to stay. He needs to stay, he's Lily's boy.]
Harry growled, "go away Petunia!"
"Harry James Potter come out here right this instant!" Petunia screamed.
"Go fuck yourself!" Harry screamed right back.
"Why I never, I should wash you mouth with soap for such language! We raised you better then that young man!"
"Yeah, trapping a child under a closet is really a strong moral lesson! Thanks for that!" Harry was fuming, slowly more and more objects started to float in the air again. Harry tried her best, but he couldn't stop them.
"We may have made our mistakes but we still deserve to be treated with respect!"
"Wow, you're admitting that you made a mistake?! Will wonders never cease?!"
"That's it, I'm opening this door now!"
Harry heard keys jingling on the other side of the door. He couldn't let Petunia see what was going on inside his room. He ran to the door just as Petunia unlocked it and slammed it shut.
"HARRY!" She bagned on the door, "let me through!"
"No!"
"Potter you will let me through!"
"What part of no don't you get?!" Harry yelled as his anger peaked. He pushed out with his mind and pushed the door close. But the force was to much as Harry accidentally pushed Petunia away as well.
"Harry…., fine. Stay there for all I care. Until you open this door you will not receive a morsel of food from us, do you understand?!"
"Yeah, got it. So basically it's going to be a repeat of what you did after Dudley's birthday, right?"
Harry didn't get a reply. Instead he heard Petunia slowly walk back down to the kitchen. Harry took a deep breath and let it out. He slowly got his anger in check causing all the toys in his room to fall back hit, hitting the wooden floor hard.
Harry locked the door once more and went back to his bed. He sighed, he may have acted cool, but he was already hungry. He needed food, now. He opened his trunk and went through it finding nothing he could actually eat.
Harry groaned as he looked outside, it seems that the Dursley's didn't bother putting bars on his windows this summer. Harry walked up to the window and tried to open it for some fresh air, but the moment he tried pushing the window open he found it to be nailed shut.
'Great, just great. If the hunger doesn't kill me the poor ventilation will,' Harry groaned as he looked to the afternoon blue sky. He was tired of this place already, he needed to leave, now. He tried the window again but it remained locked.
'If only I could use my wand. One bombarda and this thing will be reduced to pieces,' Harry sighed, once again a problem in his life could be easily solved with magic.
Suddenly a thought came into Harry's head. He looked at his hands, 'maybe I can break it using my telekinesis?'
Harry didn't know, but he had to try. After all the concept was the same right? If he could pull it to him he should be able to push it away from him.
He had to careful, Harry couldn't afford to make noise while opening it, if the Dursley's heard it they would find it broken and replace it with something Harry might not be able to break out out.
He put both arms on the window's lock and pushed with his mind. The wooden structures felt solid, at first nothing happened, but then the wood started to bend. The glass cracked as Harry slowly pushed it back using his mind.
Slowly the window was pushed back and the metal lock snapped with a loud crack. Harry winced at the noise, but hopefully it wasn't loud enough to be heard downstairs. If Harry had any luck right now the Dursley's were in the livingroom watching the telly or something.
Harry pushed the newly unlocked windows open. It wasn't exactly the cleanest job, but it was done and that's all that matters. Harry looked down from the window, it was a straight 20 foot drop to the ground, something Harry was sure he couldn't make.
'Damn if only I could lift myself like an object, then I could just float down to the ground,' Harry sighed before suddenly a lightbulb went on in his head, 'wait a minute….'
Harry had never tried it out before, but maybe then again there was no reason not to try. He couldn't just jump out, no, he needed to practise first. So Harry stepped away from the window and stood in the center of the room.
He looked at his feet and slowly he pushed his mental powers out of his head and down towards his own body. It was an odd feeling, Harry could now feel every inch on his body, it was like he was coated with a second skin of sorts.
Slowly the feeling of Harry's weight went away from the soles of his feet. He moved higher and higher until he longer touched the ground. His body was felt light, he couldn't feel his weight at all. But for his mind, well that was a different matter.
Harry was barely holding up his own body, it felt like he was going to lose control any second. But Harry was determined, he needed to know his limits. So Harry kept himself afloat as he focused on maintaining his 'flight'.
Soon sweat started to form on his brow, the strain was getting to him. His breath became passed, soon Harry had to drop himself, his brain couldn't take the stress. So the moment Harry reached the 30 second mark he dropped himself causing him to land on the floor with a bang.
Harry sat on the bed panting, 'it may not be much, but it's still awesome. And I mean shit….I can fly.'
Harry grinned, he waited for his mind to recover from the strain he was feeling before going up to the window and standing at the edge. It was a big drop down.
He then looked back, he had almost forgotten about his trunk. Problem was Harry couldn't lift the thing, even when he was angry that was the one object in the room that stayed on the ground.
'Maybe I can take only what I need, leave the junk behind,' Harry thought to himself as he quickly searched the room for a bag. Soon he found one of Dudley's old duffle bags, it was black and covered with dust, but Harry didn't mind.
He threw open his trunk and quickly began to fill the duffle bag with all his stuff. He first packed his potions brewing set, don't want to leave that behind. He also packed his books and any other magical item that was in his possession.
Luckily the bag was big enough, but by the time Harry got to packing his school stationery it was full. He literally couldn't put any items more inside it. Harry would be forced to leave behind all his old clothes along with his old robes. But it didn't matter, he could always just buy some new ones.
With that done Harry quickly levitated the duffle bag and guided it out through the window and gently put it on the ground. Once the bag was on the Earth Harry stepped up to the edge of the window and got himself ready to climb out.
He would only have one shot at this, and one mistake and he was dead, but then again he was Harry Potter, dangerous situations were just a Tuesday for him.
Harry jumped up onto the window sill and folded his knees. He looked down and gulped at the height difference, 'here goes nothing.'
Harry pushed forward and into the air, for a single moment he was falling, but the very next second he found himself floating in the air. Harry grinned as he saw his shadow fall on the grass below.
Slowly and carefully Harry brought himself to the ground making sure to not move to fast else he might get hurt on the landing. He touched the ground gently and bent down, don't want the Dursley's spotting him through the window or something.
Harry grabbed the duffle bag and ran out the back gate towards the front curb. He was finally free of his wretched family, the taste of freedom had never tasted more sweeter.
Harry quickly walked to the curb and pulled out his wand hailing for the Knight bus. He only had to wait for a minute before the blue and purple blur appeared on his street.
The bus stopped with a gust of wind, luckily Harry was prepared for it this time as he didn't fall on his back.
"Hello, welcome to the Knight bus-" the conductor began.
"-Yeah yeah I got it," Harry quickly cut him off, "I need to get to the Leaky Cauldron, also," Harry pulled out a gallon, "can I get a mug of hot chocolate?"
So now things star to get interesting. Harry ran away, the plot will really start to pick up from this point forward. Next Chapter of APR- Harry get's a job a get's a new friend!
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