"So hungry… can't stand this.."

These were the words Harry Potter chanted over and over in his head as he laid on his lousy excuse for a bed, underneath the stairs at his aunt and uncles house. It was the fourth summer he had stayed here since he first started school at Hogwarts. He had pleaded and begged Dumbledore to let him stay at Hogwarts for the summer, or at the Weasely's or hell he'd even stay with Professor Snape for the summer if it meant he didn't have to go back to this hell hole.

But the Headmaster had told him what he always had "Harry, I know it's hard, but it's for your protection….you'll understand when the time comes."

"The bastard.."

If only Harry had the courage to tell Dumbledore why he really didn't want to come back, but it made Harry feel weak, and embarrassed. . The Dursely's seemed to hate every fiber of Harry, and they weren't afraid to show it. His uncle beat the living shit out of him every time he lost his temper (Which was apparently a lot) His favorite team lost, he'd had a bad day at work, whatever the reason was, Harry was his favorite stress-reliever. Not only that but apparently "freaks" didn't require food, he couldn't even remember the last time he ate anything decent. He'd only get random leftovers if his aunt snuck them in while his uncle was out, which wasn't often. He guessed she must have felt a little sorry for him, but not enough to do anything else about it. They even took the liberty of throwing out all of his belonging and sticking him back in the cupboard underneath the stairs again, thank god he let Hedwig go when he got off the train, he still worried about her though.

All things considered, Harry Potter was miserable. He couldn't even sleep because every time he managed to close his eyes he saw the same thing over and over, A flash of blinding green light, and Cedric Diggory's handsome features, with an expression of fear and confusion that would be plastered on his face forever..

Yes, Harry Potter, the savior of the world, lay there in the dark, broken and bleeding, not even knowing what time of day it was.

"I have to get out.."

"So fucking hungry… I'm gonna die here if this keeps up.."

He groaned and turned over on his side with tears in his eyes. If the lights were on, one could see a 14 year old boy, covered in dried and fresh blood and bruises, with an expression of utmost defeat in his eyes.

Suddenly those eyes filled with rage. No. With absolute fury...

"How could they do this to me…Every single one of 'em have left me here to die…"

Harry jerked himself into a sitting position and practically fainted with the lightheaded feeling he got from it, but he ignored that. The fury in his eyes turned the innocent looking boy into someone who looked ready to kill. He turned his death glare at the door and all of a sudden there was a bang and it burst into flames. Harry was not anymore than a foot away from it because of the small space, and his baggy t-shirt caught on fire. He frantically patted it out with his hands and practically ripped the shirt off of him. The door was burning so fast, and was practically demolished in a matter of minutes

"God, it's so hot! I'm fucking burning alive in here! I've got to get out!" Harry thought as he was backed against the back wall of his cupboard gasping for breath.

Harry took is bare foot and slammed it against the nearly demolished door. He jumped out into the hallway and stared down at the pile of ashes on the flood. "I did it.. im out" he said in a small voice that was barely audible..

He ignored the small burns on his chest and coughed for a few minutes to clear the smoke out of his lungs. After his head stopped spinning he took in his surroundings. "Dursley's must be gone, or they'd be here by now…."

His mind wasn't working to well, but his body was, and it needed nourishment… his legs took him to the kitchen and yanked open the fridge door and hastily ate and drank what he could. He didn't care what the Dursleys would do to him. He didn't plan on being there when they returned anyway. After he had eaten and drank his fill he walked through the empty house and out into the front yard. It was night time and everything was dark except for the light of the streetlamps. He didn't bother with clothes or shoes, he didn't even bother bandaging any burns or wounds. He only wanted out.

With a stoic expression on his young and battered features, Harry Potter walked out into the night and did not stop.