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Post 10. Chapter 2: Going Away (continued)


No. He was overreacting. He would have been informed ages ago if something was wrong. Right?
Of course he would, besides Ron and Hermione didn’t say anything about it, and Lupin he was being - well not exactly normal - but who is normal this days anyways? Besides Lupin hadn’t exactly been acting himself since…since it happened…
Harry shook his head violently. He mustn’t think about that!
Harry took a deep breath and left his room to go get breakfast.

Once he was downstairs he entered the kitchen and sat down on one of the wooden chairs decorated with a flower seat cushion. He looked at his plate of food - grapefruit - and almost groaned. He had the urge to say “Is that all?” but he didn’t think his aunt and uncle would appreciate that.
Harry had been living with his porky uncle, giraffe aunt, and baby whale of a cousin ever since his parents had died. They hadn’t exactly been any support really. For the first years of his life, before he turned 11, he had been force to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs, be bullied, been practically shunted down by everyone because of the Durlseys. They hadn’t even told him he was a wizard, instead they tried to squash the magic out of them. But HA that didn’t work, and after today he would no longer be living with this dreadful creatures.
“Mum, I want more!” Dudley’s booming voice filled the air. That was Harry’s cousin for you, can’t even find the comparison right? Yeah well imagine trying to compare his Aunt Petunia with his mother Lily.
“Duddikims I’m cutting more don’t you worry dear!” Aunt Petunia said from behind the counter. As always, she spoiled Dudley.
“But I want some now!” Dudley roared, “And look! Potter hasn’t even touched his plate!” he complained.
Harry looked up from the table. They were NOT going to take his food! He was hungry!
“Harry, give Dudley your food until you get another piece.” Uncle Vernon said not looking up from the Newspaper. Probably looking at some food advertising, seeing as this was not the kind of food he liked.
The reason they even ate so little was because a few years back Dudley had achieved something not many people actually do: become wider than he was tall. So, his nurse from the school had send a diet for Dudley to follow landing them all in this situation.
Not that he followed it at all. Actually the Weasleys, Hermione, and Lupin send Harry a parcel of food every week. Looking down at his watch he saw it was
“No dear” Aunt Petunia said, scandalized, “We don’t know if that boy has done anything to that food yet! We don’t want to get our Duddikims sick! Besides, I’ve already cut some pieces, here you go dear”
Dudley’s mouthed watered as his mom gave him about 10 grapefruits.
Harry rolled his eyes. He was used to this already. The whole talking-about-him-like-if-he-wasn’t-even-there thing.
The meal was silent, well OK so Dudley had about 5 more plates before Harry left, and he could have sworn that Dudley asked for more when he was closing his bedroom door.
Harry rolled his eyes again. Looking at his watch, Harry saw it was 10:15. He started packing, yes I know it was about 2 hours before they picked him up, but if you looked at the mess in his room you would agree that he probably should have started packing already.
Harry picked up a sock and started looking for the other pair until he remembered; he was 17!
In the magical world, when someone turned 17 they were of age, so they could do magic outside of school.
Harry smiled and started packing his belongings, playing around and trying out new ways of packing.
By the times he was finished it was 11.
‘Just one more hour!’ He thought.
Harry sighed, and dared to go downstairs. He just remembered he hadn’t told the Dursleys that this was - thank god - the last time they were probably going to see each other.
Harry made his way downstairs, slowly made I add, and found the Dursleys in the living room watching T.V.. Actually, let me refresh that, his aunt and uncle were in the living room watching T.V., Dudley had found that the walk between the kitchen to the living room was way to far, and had decided to stay in the kitchen pigging out and watching the kitchen television.
“Um…Uncle Vernon?” Harry asked from the doorway.
Grunt.
Harry supposed this meant he was listening, so he continued, “Yes well I’m seventeen now, so that means that after I leave you’ll never see me anymore.”
Grunt.
“So anyways, the day I leave is today, as in, my birthday, so yeah, they are picking me up at 12, that’s in about half an hour.
His aunt and uncle turned his way, Harry even heard the scrapping of a chair, meaning Dudley was listening.
“So is this it then?” Uncle Vernon asked.
“Yeah” Harry said.
“You won’t be around here anymore?” Uncle Vernon asked, hardly being able to keep the excitement from his voice.
“Nope” Harry said calmly.
“Good then” Uncle Vernon said, returning his gaze to the T.V..
“Well go upstairs while you wait, mind you I don’t want you to mess up this house! When they arrive I’ll show then what a real home is suppose to look like! And they better not come through the fire again.” Aunt Petunia warned.
“Will do” Harry said lazily.
At this he went back upstairs. 11:21. Just a few more minutes of waiting and he was out of here forever!

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Post 11. Chapter 2: Going Away.


Harry tapped his foot impatiently. His temper had never been the best anyways. What was taking them so long? Why? Why must they take so long! 11:23. Never mind about the long thing. Why must the clock go so slow then!
Wait a minute! He was 17 - something that for some odd reason he had to keep reminding himself - so why doesn’t just apparate?
Oh yeah, cause he’s not allowed…You would think that being an adult and all he could do whatever he wanted right? Wrong. He was as tied as a 5-year-old in a bank. Why you ask? Oh no reason really, only that the most dangerous, powerful, and evil wizard wanted him dead. That’s all really. He had been forbidden to do practically anything without telling someone of the Order - the people protecting him and going against Voldemort - first. Something in which his friend Ron had quickly said “Does that mean he has to tell you when he’s going to the bathroom?” That of course was meant as a joke, it turns out that while they were outdoors with him the answer was “Yes.”
So you can see why he hadn’t thought about just leaving by himself at first.
So instead of tapping his foot, Harry decided it as best to entertain himself. Ok now the question was, exactly how did he do that?
One thing you have to know about having fun is that, when you are looking for something to do time passes, slowly, but it does go by. And when you finally find that happy moment in which you are laughing, it goes away quickly.
So after about fifteen minutes of wondering around aimlessly, Harry finally decided to read the book Ron gave him, and just as he was about to reach the good part, the doorbell rang.
Quick as a flash, Harry had stuffed the book in his trunk and had bolted downstairs only to find the most happiest sight all summer.
Remus Lupin, Tonks, and Mad Eye Moody (no that was not his real name), were at his actual door ready to take him away from this bloody place!
Harry hopped down the stairs and landed right at the foot of them, staring straight at his saviors’ faces.
“Wotcher Harry” greeted Tonks. Tonks was a fairly young woman, she was a pureblood witch, and a Metamorphmagus - which means she could change her appearance at will. Today she had her hair long, straight, and brown, and her eyes grayish-bluish. Actually she looked very pretty, and Harry had a good guess why she looked pretty, and it wasn’t only her looks, but her wardrobe as well. She was wearing muggle clothing, and by looking at it you would have thought she was the most popular girl at school.
Harry nodded at her.
“Alright Potter?” Mad Eye Moody bowed his hat. Moody had graying white hair, and was fairly old; with scratches all around his face like if a blind man had carved him out of wood and cut out a big chunk of his nose. He was an auror, or well had been anyways. An auror was a dark wizard catcher. And half the cells in Azkaban - the wizard prison - were filled because of him. ‘Were’, as in past sense, because there had been so many breakouts that there was hardly any prisoners left. Moody had a wooden leg and, a ‘special eye’. This eye was metallic blue, the right opposite of his left brown eye, and it could see through anything. From the back of his head to the other side of the door.
“I’m alright” Harry shrugged.
Harry looked at Lupin. With his tired expression, sandy hair and light brown eyes. He had shabby clothe as usual, but in a way he looked…different. Almost as though he had been having a good time, a really good time. Harry glanced at Lupin, then at Tonks, then back at Lupin. He almost laughed out loud but Lupin had given him a short nod, indicating that he wanted to know if he was alright.
Harry nodded back.
“Well Potter, I expect you to be well and packed?” Moody asked.
“Yes,” Harry answered turning to look at him, “It’s all upstairs in my room.”
“I’ll go get it!” Tonks jumped enthusiastic, “I’ve been there before!”
And without another word she bolted upstairs and out of sight.
“Well I’ll go talk to your aunt and uncle, excuse me.” Moody walked passed them to his scared family members.
“Hey Lupin, about that letter you send me -” Harry started, just remembering about it.
“Oh I hope I didn’t make you worry?” Lupin asked, his voice a bit amused.
“Oh not at all” Harry smiled.
“Ok then” now he really sounded amused, “It’s nothing I just need to talk to you about something serious. Nothing bad.” He added as Harry was about to open his mouth.
Harry heard clattering and turned around to see Tonks running down the stairs trying to catch his trunk, in the meantime trying not to drop Hedwig’s cage. Harry grinned as he saw his owl looking as though she might want to peck Tonks to death for this.
Lupin laughed and took out the wand, stopping the trunk and minimizing it. He bend down, picked it up and stuffed it in his pocket.
“Thanks” Tonks said. Did she said that in a flirting voice? Because it really sounded like it. Harry shook his head, impossible.
Harry turned to look at Lupin and saw he was blushing!
Well, something is seriously going on now.
“Ok we are ready to go, Lupin take Harry’s trunk, Tonks take Hedwig and the cage, Harry I know you can apparate but you haven’t gotten your license yet and knowing you, you’ll end up getting yourself lost, so just hang on to me and we’ll side along apparate.”
Everyone nodded, showing they understood.
First Tonks left, Hedwig giving one final hoot, well screech actually.
After went Lupin, giving a small good-bye to the Dursleys.
“Alright Potter lets go.” Moody grunted.
“Good-bye” Harry gave a small wave to the Dursleys who, in fear of Moody’s eye, waved bye to him sarcastically.
“Pack all your room did you?” Uncle Vernon asked. Not as rude as usual Harry noted.
“Yep” Harry smiled.
“An this is the last time we’ll be seeing any of you…w - wizards” Aunt Petunia asked, spitting out that last word as though it was a deadly curse.
“Aha” Harry grinned.
Everyone looked at Dudley.
“Bye!” He squeaked, clutching his bottom and running out of the room.
Harry raised is eyebrows in pure amusement.
“Alright then” Moody grunted, who, unlike Harry, was not amused but rather disgusted. “Lets get out of here Potter.
Harry took a deep breath. He absolutely hated apparation.
“Ok hold on”
Harry clutched Moody’s arm, doing a quick mind check, making sure he hadn’t forgotten anything.
‘Broom, wand, books…’ Ok he had everything.
Moody snapped his fingers and Harry felt a familiar quizzing sensation, like he was being pulled back. He couldn’t breath, his lungs seemed to be pressed together.
Then it stopped.
Harry gasped for breath and realized he was no longer standing in the Dursleys living room, but in an old, gloomy house…

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