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Young Harry potter at number 4 Privet drive was fed up.
Fed up with what? You may ask kindly , with living here to put it simply. But could you really blame him? Living with the human equivalents of two pigs and giraffe ( or maybe a horse he still hasn't made up his mind about that yet, both seemed pretty accurate) did really suck they stuck him in a cupboard for God's sake! He didn't do anything but nooo he had to stay in this hell-hole.
Hell he wasn't even completely sure he was related to
these people, who claimed to be his uncle, aunt and cousin for all he knew they could have just been completely random actors, terrible, ugly as hell actors ( seriously petunia that dress with those shoes?); at least he could have slept soundly knowing he didn't share his perfect genes with these people. right now he had better things to worry about . He had one simple goal in mind. Getting out of this house and finding the absolute tosser who had stuck him in this hell-hole before kicking him where the sun doesn't shine. His "aunt" never shut up about finding him on the doorstep in the middle of the night and being "forced to take him in." So technically he'd be doing them both a favour. To be honest he would have been better off in the orphanage than this place then he wouldn't have to deal with the most annoying people outside of the teletubbies.
Now despite what his relatives may think of his intelligence, Harry wasn't stupid by any means , he could do things that no one else could like the time where he grew all his hair after his aunt hacked away at it ( which he got revenge for by killing her precious roses) or when he accidentally ended up on the school roof after being chased by his beach ball of a cousin and his friends. The school had the nerve to call him a "delinquent", he had gotten two weeks of detention for that stunt.
So while he knew that while getting out was easy, the difficult part was finding somewhere to stay and being able to get supplies to keep himself alive after all he was only ten (going on eleven in a month or so), not to mention that a random child walking around would be incredibly suspicious.
'Up! Get up! Now!'
Harry jumped a few feet into the air with a start, his heart almost skipping a beat. He had been so deep in thought about getting away he had forgotten that today was one of the worst days of the year aside from christmas that is. ( a shudder ran through his spine at last year's Christmas, he couldn't look at turkey the same again). It was Augustus gloop's sorry Dudley's birthday. 'Well damn there goes my peace and quiet' he quietly muttered bitterly to himself knowing if his aunt petunia heard she'd try to hit him with a steel frying pan ( again).
'Are you up yet?' She demanded angrily apparently her parents hated her so much they forgot to teach her manners (Harry didn't blame them).
'Nearly' said Harry trying to tune out her ungodly pterodactyl screeching by covering his ears like seriously he already had terrible eyesight, she wanted him deaf too?!
'Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday.'
Harry being the mature person he was groaned dramatically, flopping back onto his lumpy, springy mattress half tempted to burn the bloody bacon on purpose either that or shove down her throat so she finally stopped screeching like a banshee.
'What did you say?' His aunt rudely snapped through the door.
'Nothing, nothing...'
Harry got slowly out of bed and rummaging around looking for socks. He found a pair of mismatched socks, one blue and one black. Slipping them over his feet, making sure to put them on as slow as he could because honestly he didn't give a damn especially this early in the morning ( they sure as hell didn't need beauty sleep but he did!) As Harry dragged himself and his feet from his cupboard to the large kitchen down the hall praying that if he couldn't get out of today's "celebrations" could someone up there make Dudley fall face first into his cake? Please? Maybe presents that got stuck in the mail?