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A/N: This is my first fan fiction so be nice. Constructive criticism only! Hope you all like it. Will be AU when the sixth book comes out. R&R.
Ch.1 The Decision and Taking Action
The night was beautiful with no clouds to block the sparkling stars. Privet Drive was silent at this hour with all of its occupants asleep, except one. Harry Potter, of number four, was sitting at the window with tears silently streaming down his cheeks and staring up at the stars as if begging for answers.
'Why ?' he pleaded with the sky.'Why him? Why did he have to go? I need him. I can't do this without him. How am I suppose to do this alone?'
'You don't have to do it alone. You have your friends and the order to...' He cut the voice off. He hated that voice! That was the voice that made him act like Dumbledore's 'Golden Boy', and that was something he was sick of being.
'Yeah, I can tell they want to help, that's why I'm stuck in this bloody prison again instead of being trained.' The fist voice retorted.
'Who said you can't do it alone? You can train yourself to fight. How else will you do it? Dumbledore isn't going to help and no one else would dare to defy his orders and help you. If you don't like the situation then do something about it.' This came from yet another of the voices in Harry's head, but this one Harry liked much better.
'How am I suppose to train myself if I can't do magic? Tell Dumbledore that if he doesn't get permission to do magic that I'll turn his sherbet lemons into earwax flavored jelly beans.' he thought sarcastically.
'Well, that's an idea!' the third voice laughed.
'No, there has to be some way around it and as for Dumbledore, he can go to hell for all I care!' he decided, 'First thing first, who would know how to get around the ministry's rules? Dumbledore would and Sirius, maybe Hermione, but none of them are any help. Who else would need to know a way around it and would tell me?' Harry went through a list of people in his head until he finally came to the perfect people, the Weasley twins.
'They would have to know.' Harry thought as he remembered all the pranks they pulled in previous summers. 'They had to use magic for at least half of those.'
Harry walked over to his desk and jotted down a note to his favorite troublemakers. He tied the note to Hedwig's leg and watched as she flew out the window and out of sight. He collapsed back into his chair with a sigh. This was going to take some planning.
'How am I going to get the money to pay for the books? How am I going to get the books? There aren't any magical book stores in Little Whinging. For some reason, I just don't think that the guards will let me walk out the door and catch the Knight Bus to Diagon Alley. Once I can use magic I could wait for Mundungus to be on guard duty and use my cloak to slip past him.'
'That's a grand idea,' the 'Golden Boy' voice sarcastically informed him,'Go and get yourself spotted in Diagon Alley!' Harry hated when that voice was right and, unfortunately, this was one of those times. He would be spotted in an instant and then his whole plan would be down the drain.
'They wouldn't recognize you if you were properly disguised. A simple hair color potion and some of those muggle contacts that change your eye color should work. Your hair covers up your scar so that won't be a problem.' the third voice suggested.
'This is going to be fun.' Harry grinned at the thought.
When Harry woke up the next morning he felt better than he had in a while. After changing into some jogging pants and a t-shirt he did some stretches and then silently made his way down the stairs. He had decided that he should take up running as part of his training. it would not only help him with his speed but it also gave him a chance to clear his head. Once outside he started jogging andit didn't take long for him to hear footsteps on the sidewalk behind him.
He glanced behind him to see Kingsley jogging up beside him. Harry continued jogging towards what he knew to be a more deserted area. He had figured that they would have some problem with him jogging and he didn't think it would be pretty.
'Best for muggles not to see,' he thought.
"Harry, you've got to go back to your house." Kingsley said from beside him.
"Why?" Harry asked with faked curiosity.
"Dumbledore doesn't want you out of your house."
"Why?'
"Because your safe there." Kingsley said, getting slightly annoyed. Harry stopped when he heard this. They had reached the place he had been heading just in time.
"No, I'm safe as long as I'm inside the wards which covers most of this little town. I'm just as safe out here as I am inside that house. Dumbledore just thinks that if he lets me outside that I'll find trouble. All I want is to go jogging."
"Look Harry, Dumbledore ordered that we aren't to let you out of that house."
"Sounds like a personal problem to me." Harry replied while turning around and continuing with his jog.
"Don't make me force you to go back." Harry just grinned and continued jogging. "Fine. Stupefy!" Harry ducked and barely missed the stunner. In the time it took Kingsley to blink Harry had whipped around and had his wand pointed at Kingsley's chest.
"I'm just trying to follow orders." Kimgsley told him, trying to defend his actions.
"Your orders were to stun me?" Harry asked while trying to keep his anger under control.
"If you resisted." he admitted.
"I have news for you, I don't care about your bloody orders. You can tell Dumbledore that if he doesn't back off, whether or not I'm inside the wards will be the least of his worries. Now, You can follow along if you must, but if you shoot one more spell at me I will not have a problem taking my anger out on you." The look in Harry's eyes promised that he could back up his threats. For the first time, Kingsley was given a reason to be scared of Harry.
'Maybe it would be best if I let him finish his jog and then inform Dumbledore.' Harry turned and continued jogging with Kingsley following quietly behind him.