thank-you for all the reviews! they're weren't many of them, but there were plenty enough for me to continue with this story. sorry about the long delay, as well :: i've been writing offline lately, and i'll skip around from story to story. i've got three that are already up that i've been working on, and one new one that just kind of popped into my head, another idea for a story that i might incororate into one my stories already going. and now, onto my wonderful reviewers ::
tragiclullaby428 -- yeah, i probably should change the rating, huh? i'll do that right now :D
emikae -- i used to, don't anymore. hope that this new chapter lives up to your expectations. although, when i say i don't anymore, it's not like the thought isn't there anymore. i still want, still know the methods with which i'd use, but i just don't do the physical part. it's mental as much as physical, though. and now i'll shut up because i'm getting all deep and stuff :D
KatSuyA -- and here's your update! i know, that was a pretty mean place to leave off, huh? hope you enjoy :D
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He was cold. Cold, and Hungry. Harry Potter wrapped his arms around himself, shivering in the cool night air. He'd left Privet Drive only two hours before, and already he was beginning to have second thoughts.
He'd figured out early on that the Knight Bus was out of the questions; he'd certaintly be recognised there, after the last time he'd ridden and the Minister of Magic himself had come to collect him at the Leaky Couldron.
So now, here he was, with a backpack slung over his houlder near to bursting, filled iwth all of his thi ngs that would fit. He'd left most of his school books behind -- he could always buy more, and they'd only take up prescious space that could be beter used for other things -- like his photo album of his family, and his quidditch set -- both far more important than old schoolbooks that he probably wouldn't even need in the upcomming school year.
Hedwig he'd sent on to the Burrow with his Firebolt -- it wouldn't fit into his backpack and he certaintly wasn't leaving THAT behind.
There would be questions when Hedwig arrived there, Harry knew. And, most likely, people would star tlooking for him almost immediately.
But they wouldn't find him. He wouldn't allow them to.
Harry had decided this late last night -- or was it eraly this morning? - As longa s no people were around him, then they weren't place in danger.
Voldermort knew who his friends were, knew who was the most important to him. And he knew how to strike the deepest, how to inflict the most pain.
Voldermort had already explained, on more than one occassion, that simply killing Harry's loved ones would serve no purpose. He had to be there, to see it, personally, and not just through some kind of dream-vision.
So as long as nobody he cared about was near him, Voldermort wouldn't hur them.
For the summer, atleast, he was on his own.
Harry sighed softly, leaning his head back against the cool brick building behind him.
It was only now beginning to get light, but he'd already made it -- on foot -- into downtown Surrey. Far better than he'd originally expected, considering the distance between Numer 4 Privet Drive and his current location.
Digging the back of his skull into the brick building he was currrently leaning against, Harry sighed again before finially pushing himself into a standing position, repositioning the backpack on his shoulder and quickly walking down the deserted sidewalk, careful to keep an eye out for any Police Officers patrolling the area.
If they found him, it would be as good as handing Uncle Vernon written permission to beat him into a bloody pulp ........ and asking Dudley to help him.
Careful to keep one eye out for the plice at all times, Harry quickly made his way down the street, heading for where he knew the bus station was approximately located. He didn't know it's exact location, just the general location and direction.
Harry knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he was being irrational. He knew that all he was actually doing was making people worry about him deedlessly. With some logical part of his brain, he knew all of this.
However, he just couldn't seem to grasp hold of the reality of that thought. It was like a fleeting though, transforming into a formless clould of smoke wheneve rhe came too close or tried to grasp it.
So he kept walking, determidly placing one foot in front of the other. This, atleast, he had control over. He had so few choices lately, so few things that he could control.
The bus station was, unsurprisingly, packed when Harry arrived. It was now going on twoard 6:00; a time when most people were heading off to work. And by the looks of things, quite a few of them were just now getting OFF work.
Sighing softly, Harry slumped back against a large stone pillar, leaning his head back against the cold surface.
What would Ron say, if he knew just what Harry was planning Hell, it wasn't even PLANNING anymore - he was doing it. He was running away from home.
It was an odd thought, one that he'd never contemplated up until tonight. No matter how bad things got with the Dursley's, t he thought of actually up and leaving had never actually crossed Harry's mind.
Mentally shrugging to clear his head of such thoughts, Harry rose to his feet, sumbling a little as he walked to the edge of the walkway. He certaintly didn't want to haveto wait until the next bus came by, simply because there was no more room.
tragiclullaby428 -- yeah, i probably should change the rating, huh? i'll do that right now :D
emikae -- i used to, don't anymore. hope that this new chapter lives up to your expectations. although, when i say i don't anymore, it's not like the thought isn't there anymore. i still want, still know the methods with which i'd use, but i just don't do the physical part. it's mental as much as physical, though. and now i'll shut up because i'm getting all deep and stuff :D
KatSuyA -- and here's your update! i know, that was a pretty mean place to leave off, huh? hope you enjoy :D
-------- -------- -------- -------- -------- -------- -------- --------
He was cold. Cold, and Hungry. Harry Potter wrapped his arms around himself, shivering in the cool night air. He'd left Privet Drive only two hours before, and already he was beginning to have second thoughts.
He'd figured out early on that the Knight Bus was out of the questions; he'd certaintly be recognised there, after the last time he'd ridden and the Minister of Magic himself had come to collect him at the Leaky Couldron.
So now, here he was, with a backpack slung over his houlder near to bursting, filled iwth all of his thi ngs that would fit. He'd left most of his school books behind -- he could always buy more, and they'd only take up prescious space that could be beter used for other things -- like his photo album of his family, and his quidditch set -- both far more important than old schoolbooks that he probably wouldn't even need in the upcomming school year.
Hedwig he'd sent on to the Burrow with his Firebolt -- it wouldn't fit into his backpack and he certaintly wasn't leaving THAT behind.
There would be questions when Hedwig arrived there, Harry knew. And, most likely, people would star tlooking for him almost immediately.
But they wouldn't find him. He wouldn't allow them to.
Harry had decided this late last night -- or was it eraly this morning? - As longa s no people were around him, then they weren't place in danger.
Voldermort knew who his friends were, knew who was the most important to him. And he knew how to strike the deepest, how to inflict the most pain.
Voldermort had already explained, on more than one occassion, that simply killing Harry's loved ones would serve no purpose. He had to be there, to see it, personally, and not just through some kind of dream-vision.
So as long as nobody he cared about was near him, Voldermort wouldn't hur them.
For the summer, atleast, he was on his own.
Harry sighed softly, leaning his head back against the cool brick building behind him.
It was only now beginning to get light, but he'd already made it -- on foot -- into downtown Surrey. Far better than he'd originally expected, considering the distance between Numer 4 Privet Drive and his current location.
Digging the back of his skull into the brick building he was currrently leaning against, Harry sighed again before finially pushing himself into a standing position, repositioning the backpack on his shoulder and quickly walking down the deserted sidewalk, careful to keep an eye out for any Police Officers patrolling the area.
If they found him, it would be as good as handing Uncle Vernon written permission to beat him into a bloody pulp ........ and asking Dudley to help him.
Careful to keep one eye out for the plice at all times, Harry quickly made his way down the street, heading for where he knew the bus station was approximately located. He didn't know it's exact location, just the general location and direction.
Harry knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he was being irrational. He knew that all he was actually doing was making people worry about him deedlessly. With some logical part of his brain, he knew all of this.
However, he just couldn't seem to grasp hold of the reality of that thought. It was like a fleeting though, transforming into a formless clould of smoke wheneve rhe came too close or tried to grasp it.
So he kept walking, determidly placing one foot in front of the other. This, atleast, he had control over. He had so few choices lately, so few things that he could control.
The bus station was, unsurprisingly, packed when Harry arrived. It was now going on twoard 6:00; a time when most people were heading off to work. And by the looks of things, quite a few of them were just now getting OFF work.
Sighing softly, Harry slumped back against a large stone pillar, leaning his head back against the cold surface.
What would Ron say, if he knew just what Harry was planning Hell, it wasn't even PLANNING anymore - he was doing it. He was running away from home.
It was an odd thought, one that he'd never contemplated up until tonight. No matter how bad things got with the Dursley's, t he thought of actually up and leaving had never actually crossed Harry's mind.
Mentally shrugging to clear his head of such thoughts, Harry rose to his feet, sumbling a little as he walked to the edge of the walkway. He certaintly didn't want to haveto wait until the next bus came by, simply because there was no more room.