He had hoped that his aunt and uncle, the Dursleys, would leave him alone now that they knew he was a wizard, but he was wrong. As soon as he entered the house, his uncle Vernon grabbed his trunk and dragged it to the living room.

"What do you think you're doing, boy?" Vernon snarled, opening the trunk and spilling its contents on the floor. "You're not taking this rubbish to that freak school of yours!"

Harry felt a surge of anger and fear. He ran to his trunk and tried to gather his things, but Vernon was faster. He picked up Harry's wand, a long piece of wood with a phoenix feather core, and snapped it in half.

"NO!" Harry shouted, feeling a pain in his chest. "That's mine! Give it back!"

Vernon threw the broken wand on the floor and reached for Harry's books, which had titles like A History of Magic, Magical Theory, and The Standard Book of Spells. He tore them apart, scattering the pages everywhere.

"You don't need these either, boy," Vernon said, his face red with rage. "You're not going to learn any of that nonsense. You're going to stay here and be normal, like us."

Harry felt tears sting his eyes. He had been so happy to find out he was a wizard, to have a place where he belonged, where he had friends. And now his uncle was destroying everything he had.

He grabbed a pair of scissors from his trunk and lunged at Vernon, trying to stab him in the leg.

"Get off me, you little freak!" Vernon shouted, kicking Harry away. He reached for a frying pan that was lying on the coffee table and swung it at Harry's head.

Harry dodged the first blow, but the second one hit him hard. He felt a sharp pain in his skull and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Vernon looked at Harry's limp body and smirked. He had taught him a lesson. He had beaten the magic out of him.

He dragged Harry to the cupboard under the stairs and locked him inside, like he'd done many times in the past. He threw the rest of Harry's things in the bin, let the owl free , threw the empty trunk in the cupboard and without bothering to see if it hit Harry, he went back to the living room.

He turned on the TV and sat on the sofa, feeling satisfied.

-x-

Harry woke up the next day with Harry Potter woke up the next day with a throbbing headache and a bruise on his forehead. His bed was caked with yet another layer of blood. He opened his eyes and saw the dark and dusty cupboard under the stairs, where he had lived for most of his life.

He remembered what had happened the day before, how his uncle Vernon had broken his wand, ripped his books, and hit him with a frying pan. He felt a surge of anger and sadness. He had lost everything he had ever wanted before he had the chance to enjoy it.

He looked at his trunk, which was still in the cupboard with him. He saw the letter that the owl had delivered to Hagrid, lying on top of it. He reached for it and opened it.

It read:

Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry felt a flicker of hope. Maybe there was still a chance for him to go to Hogwarts. Maybe he could get another wand, another set of books, another ticket for the train.

He looked at the list of books and equipment. He saw that he needed a lot of things, including a cauldron, a telescope, and a pet. He wondered how much they would cost.

He remembered that Hagrid had taken him to Gringotts, the wizarding bank, where he had to meet Griphook. He had to get to London somehow.

-x-

He got up and put on his clothes, which were too big and too old for him. He packed his trunk with the few things he had left, including the letter from Hogwarts and the broken pieces of his wand.

He waited until he heard his aunt Petunia leave the house to go shopping. He knew that his uncle Vernon was at work and his cousin Dudley was at school. He quickly went up stairs and showered and changed into new clothes which he realized were ones that Dudley had never worn.

He than dragged himself to the front door to let Asmodeus in and opened it and outside he saw a letter, a letter from the animal control department. He opened it and saw his worst fear. Asmodeus had been found. Harry had told him to slither around the lawn till night when Harry would come and get him. That of course never happened as Harry was unconscious.

"He was seen" said Harry to himself, someone must have called in the animal controllers. but Harry didn't Have time to mourn, He had to get to London.

Harry decided that he could steal some money from Vernon! He couldn't let Vernon and his cruelty crush his dreams.

He knew he had to be quick. He sneaked upstairs, searching for any money he could find. He felt a good as he rummaged through Vernon's drawers and found a small stash of cash hidden away. He hesitated for a moment, thinking about the consequences, but he knew he had to do it, and it wasn't like they had hesitated whenever Petunia hit him with a frying pan when he was 6 or when Vernon whipped him when he said he had a dream about flying bikes at 8 years old. So now why should he hesitate.

Then, Harry left the house for the last time never to return again.

He ran until he reached the bus stop. He boarded the first bus that came along. He paid with some coins he had stolen from Vernon's wallet. He sat in the back seat and hid behind his trunk.

He hoped that no one would notice him. He hoped that no one would stop him.

-x-

"hey hello" "what" asked a startled Harry

"You are here, London Market" said the conductor "oh yes thank you"

As Harry exited the bus he looked around to see if he remembered any of these shops so he could trace his path he took with Hagrid.

" Ah, Jolly's Sweets, so the pub should be a Kilo Meter down the road" thought Harry

-x-

It took Harry close to 15 mins to get to Diagon alley which was as busy as last time.

So Harry walked to Gringotts and asked to see Griphook. As he was waiting for Griphook he realized that he was free. free from Petunia's pan, and Vernon's Belt. He felt more alive than ever, then suddenly a voice interrupted his thoughts "Mr. Potter" he looked up and saw Griphook.

Review Pls. I'm still sick so cliffhanger