Interrupted: Chapter 1

Author's Note: This story starts during the summer of Harry's 2nd year and while Harry might seem at times a little OOC, this is because he has just been through a traumatic experience at school only to be returned back home to abusive relatives. All the mistakes in this story are mine as I have no beta and if you spot something just absolutely ridiculous please message me and tell me. This is not my first story as I stated in my profile that I've written fanfics before, but this is however my first solo project and my first ever HP fic, so any constructive criticism would be highly appreciated.

Thoughts

Goblin Speech

'Parseltongue'

"Speech"

Chapter 1- An Introduction to the Disturbed

Harry Potter was an extraordinary boy, and had been so since the day of his birth; however, he hadn't known this until recent events revealed to him just how extraordinary he really was. On his eleventh birthday Harry had discovered he was a wizard, a wand-waving, potion brewing, broom flying, wizard. Now, at the age of twelve however he felt that the wonder he'd felt at first learning of his magical heritage was waning. Sitting on a small bed in the smallest bedroom of his Aunt's house he couldn't help but feel cheated.

Do this and do that they say, save them. How am I supposed to save anyone when I can't even stop myself from being beat by my muggle relatives? Harry was angry, angrier than he had ever been in his life. First I'm their savior the "Boy who Lived", then I'm the Heir of Slytherin, and now I'm the savior again. After having been shunned by all those in the school, even his friends, Harry had shrunk into himself. Being neglected all his life he had seen Hogwarts as his chance to start over, but now he knew he had been wrong. He would never find the relief he had been looking for in the Wizarding World. He now realized that the only thing worse than being ignored by everyone, was to have everyone always looking at you. Finding out he had inherited a so-called dark power hadn't set right with Harry; however, it did prove useful when it helped him save the lives of pretty much everyone in the entire school. He had fought for them when all they had done was show him scorn. Fighting a basilisk was harder than having to face a demon possessed defense teacher, and he had done it alone. He had come out of the Chamber of Secrets triumphant, but jaded.

How am I going to survive school if every year things like that happen? What was the point of my parents dying and me living if I'm just gonna kneel over in the middle of the school year in the Great Hall. More importantly what was the point of me going to school to learn magic if I can't use it to defend myself. Ever since his relatives had picked him up from the station he had been subjected to random acts of violence, name-calling, and neglect. Now while this wasn't all that unusual for Harry, he had finally gotten fed up with the overall disdain his relatives had shown him all his life and that is how he found himself in his current predicament.

I have to get out of here, and I have to get out of here tonight. After spending two weeks locked away from his "family", only being allowed out of his room to do chores and use the bathroom twice a day, he had accepted the fact that staying in the magical world wouldn't save him from the abuse and neglect he had been subjected to in the muggle world. With that in mind Harry started to plan his escape. He had only been to Diagon Alley twice, but he knew that the only money that he had was there in the Gringotts bank. His only chance at survival was to get to the bank and get enough money to live off of for a while until he found someone to take him in. The time he had spent in school had helped Harry to see the proverbial light; he could not let his parents' sacrifice go to waste by letting himself live a sub-par life that was always in danger. Having spent the past three days planning for this, Harry had managed to steal enough money from the piggy bank in the kitchen that Uncle Vernon used for "emergencies" to get him to London by bus and also get him something to eat. Hedwig had been sent to stay with the Weasleys for a week, because by that time Harry was sure he'd have an idea on where he was going. Now all that was left to do was to wait for his relatives to go to sleep so he could make his breakout attempt.

1:45, wakey, wakey time. I've got a 15 minute window to get my stuff and get out of here, and then who knows. Harry jumped out of bed at a lightning speed. Already dressed he pulled out an old backpack that he'd used in grade school that had previously belonged to Dudley. Fat whale is never grateful for anything. Harry stuffed the cash, his wand, invisibility cloak, the marauders' map and photo album of his parents into it, along with the only jacket he had. He had decided early on to leave behind all his school supplies. Books are so heavy they'd only weigh me down, and besides it's not like I'm going to use them anymore anyway. He opened the window to his bedroom and slowly slipped out into the crisp night air. It was mid-June and while the days in Surrey were unbearable as of late, the nights were cool. Slowly scaling down the side of the house with his lithe fingers finding grips in the bricks, he found that he liked the night time. The darkness suited him. Having lived his whole life before Hogwarts being ignored, he found solace in the dark that shadowed him and let him go unseen, under the radar. When his feet finally hit the ground, he felt the ground give way underneath his old ratty sneakers. He had landed in a patch of daisies that his aunt had planted. Daisies, the flowers of loyal love. As if Petunia could ever be loyal to anyone, she doesn't love me and I'm her family, if that doesn't say disloyal I don't know what does. Feeling a little vindictive Harry dug his feet deep into the earth beneath him trying to uproot some of his Aunt's precious flowers. Feeling satisfied with his revenge though it was admittedly a little childish and passive Harry took his first steps away from Number 4 Privet Drive, and his first steps to freedom.

Standing in the middle of the street he looked around the street at the houses that surrounded him on all sides. Every house looked the same to him, the cliché white picket fences, rose gardens, and blue shutters. Harry felt disgusted; these people so wrapped up in their own lives that they had willingly left him to be a victim under the Dursleys' harsh reign. Taking a deep breath, he felt his lungs expand as he attempted to clear his head and calm down. He realized with both joy and regret that this would, if all went well, be the last time he ever saw Privet Drive again. He felt joy at the liberation and hope he felt, and regret that he had never known the love of the family that rested obliviously inside the house that stood behind him. Harry looked up at the night sky and saw the stars shining in the night before finally letting his head fall to look at the concrete river that flowed in front of him. Now he had to sink or swim on his own. Hiking his pack up higher on his shoulder he steeled himself and began the walk toward the nearest bus stop.