I do not own anything of Harry Potter but wished I did.

Harry was looking out side his bars of his room at the Dursleys once again. He was livid at Snape for what he did. After all he could have gotten help faster or at least found some way to acknowledge it but no Snape yet again cut him down.

He could not believe the greasy git was his father. Make no mistake he had always known, he remembered his childhood with his parents. He really did not understand how James had gotten involved but he did not really care.

He blamed Dumbledore actually. After all what had happened this past year with the potion remedial lessons and not talking to Harry almost the entire year, he had stopped trusting him. He realized that he was expected to kill a person and no matter how vile that person was he could not see that happening.

He was also angry at the Order because of what happened at the train station they were treating him worst than ever. He was covered with bruises and he had not forgotten what happened the first night he got back. His aunt had been gone and Uncle decided to teach Harry how he was better than him. He was stripped and tied down to the bed face in the pillow. He was told it would hurt worst if he fought back.

Interrupting his musing, his uncle banged on the door "Get up and fix breakfast freak". He sighs and moves toward the door to be thrown against the wall by his cousin because his uncle thought he needed to be taught another lesson about being quicker. Slowly getting up he went downstairs and his Aunt pushed into his hands the pan and he got to work. The food done he sets it down on the table and then waits by the door."You better not be expecting anything from us you no good thing" yells his Aunt. He shakes his head and slowly waits for them to finish and then cleans up.

Thrown a list of things to do, his uncle warns him what will happen if Harry does not complete them. "You don't want the special punishment do you?"Harry quickly shakes his head and says "no".

He thankfully finished and then quickly looked in the kitchen to see if there was any food that was around that would not be missed and got a few things to eat but not enough to really fill him up. He was just happy that they decided to leave for the day or it would have been the third day without food.

He then went to take a shower and then back into his prison cell, the name he dubbed his room. He was tired of remaining here and did not understand why his father hated him so. He had already decided not to forgive the man unless he truly did not know but still he remembers those nights when he was still very young and seeing his mom and dad play with him.

He did not know what was worst staying here or running away. His uncle had decided he was still bad and used the special punishment again. He was in so much pain. He did not have any of his things since his Uncle burned them and Hedwig was still at Hogwarts because he was afraid to take her back their after what happened last year. His uncle had tried to kill her and told him in no uncertain terms "If that owl comes back it will be dead". He knew it was a promise so he said "fine".

He decided he would wait till tomorrow when they went out for the company dinner that he would leave. He knew that he needed to leave before his birthday because of the glamour on him would start disappearing at least he thought so. He was actually very smart and knew about the wizarding world since he was little. He actually took his owls 3rd year and took his newts this past year. He had to know the right people to do this, but he was almost sorted into Slytherin.

He knew that he would have to leave quietly and not let anyone know he was gone till it was too late. He had a feeling that Dumbledore would be highly mad at him and would use a spell that would force him to stay in his relatives home if he found out. He had received no mail this year and because Hedwig was still at Hogwarts did not know anything that was happening. He did not know what he was going to do after he left but knew that he could not stay here. He was not letting his uncle touch him again if he could help it.

He was told what to do once again and cleaned the living room and the kitchen. Because of last nights beating he had to stay inside. Since no one was around he used a little magic to help him. He realized when he was a first year that wandless magic was not detectable to the ministry. He was locked up in his room for the night as his loving family left for the dinner. After a few minutes he slowly said "Alohomora" and silently walked out of the house.