The Fortune Teller.

By TimeTraveller-1900.

Sometimes, it was easy to know what the future held.

The first time he found out about the magical world and got away with it without his memory being obliviated, was when he was over 7 years old. While he was at Mrs Figg's place while the Dursleys were gone after dropping him off with the mad cat-loving old woman, the Dursleys would be having fun; truth be told, he didn't know for sure where they were going, he just knew they would be gone for a little over 3 weeks.

That was more than enough time to get away from them.

For months, Harry had been making his plans to escape from the Dursleys. He had suffered from a truly nasty beating a few months ago, and he had decided he'd had more than enough of the Dursleys, and the way they treated him.

For as long as he could remember, Harry Potter had lived with the Dursleys. He didn't remember his biological parents before they'd been killed in a car crash, how his parents were drunks, but he didn't have any trouble recalling the way the Dursleys humiliated him at every opportunity.

One of the worst moments was when the Dursleys allowed him to go to school (Harry considered himself blessed, because he loved to learn, and he had been truly scared he would spend the rest of his childhood stuck in that damn cupboard under the stairs, being given the bare minimum to eat and drink, but no), and the teachers had to tell him his name!

He hated them for that.

But as time passed, the Dursley's physical abuse only increased, and it was getting worse the older he was getting. They always needed the smallest excuse to beat him. Thanks to Dudley getting him into trouble a few months ago, the Dursleys had beat him badly while his bitch of an aunt watched with a hideous smirk on her face.

And so, in his cupboard, Harry came to a realisation. If he stayed in the Dursley's so-called care for much longer, then he would be lucky to see the age of 20. So he made plans to escape, but he had a problem. The Dursleys locked their house until it was so secure even a bank robber would have trouble getting out. He had to be cleverer than they were. He could escape on the school run, maybe even pretend he was inside and then sneak out…but someone might spot him, and they might take him back, and even worse they would alert the Dursleys.

And so, Harry Potter, aged 7 years old, made plans to run away from the Dursleys. And good luck smiled on him when the Dursleys announced they'd be going on holiday - he didn't know where he hadn't paid any attention to it; he only knew they wouldn't take him. They never did. And he was right. Harry spent weeks planning his escape, knowing when they dropped him off at Mrs Figg's place, the old woman would be very lax with her security. The woman usually left a window open to let her cats use the sizeable garden go out and use the place as a toilet, so he could probably do the same thing. He had seen it during one of his last visits, and he'd had the sneaking fantasy of using the same trick to get away from the Dursleys, but he'd been too small at the time to pull it off.

Now he was going to do it.

And yet there were moments he would ask himself why he had stayed and stuck with the Dursleys for so long.

Little did he know, he would find out…and it would change his life forever.

-8-

Harry stared at the letters in disbelief. He had gone through Mrs Figg's drawers, hoping to find some money. He had been stealing from the Dursleys, and from other houses in the neighbourhood for a long time - as far as he was concerned, they deserved it because they took his own childhood from him - but he had wanted to add to his supply in the hopes of making himself self-sufficient for a short time until he got on his feet.

But instead, he had found a number of letters between Mrs Figg and some guy called Albus Dumbledore, and as he went through them, and saw a collection of moving pictures, Harry came to understand the truth.

Magic was real.

The was a world of magic, hidden from the ordinary (muggle, it was called) world.

Harry Potter was a wizard.

His parents were wizards.

They were murdered by an evil wizard, and his followers were still out there.

A wizard had left him with the Dursleys. And the same wizard was responsible for him having his memories erased whenever he tried to escape, and was then sent back to the Dursleys none the wiser.

The more he read from the letters between Figg and this Dumbledore bastard, Harry came to the realisation he couldn't leave Number 4 Privet Drive. He would have to stay. Apparently, Dumbledore had put wards up around the Dursley's house to keep him safe from the evil wizard's followers, but they didn't keep him safe from the Dursleys. There was no doubt in Harry's head that if Dumbledore had merely wanted to keep him safe, then he would have made sure the Dursleys treated him well, but the fact they didn't and the wizards did nothing, and they wiped his memories showed they wanted the abuse to happen.

One thing he did notice, was Dumbledore constantly talking about a place called 'Hogwarts.' And he would be attending there soon, he began thinking it was a school of magic. Harry put the letters away. He was going to keep them on him, they might come in handy at some point. Time and time again, Harry went over the letters he'd stolen. His hatred for Dumbledore grew, and he became determined to become a great wizard, and he would put the man in his place.

One day he would be going to Hogwarts, Harry reflected before the Dursleys picked him up when they remembered him, and he would get revenge on Albus Dumbledore, and whoever was in his way.

Nothing was going to stop him.

Nothing.

The End.