No One Will Notice You're Gone

No One Will Notice You're Gone

By: Black Faith

Chapter 1 ~ Warp

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Privet Drive. Privet Drive. Oh, the dreaded place of which I have to visit in the summer. Ignored by the locals because I'm a 'delinquent' child, neglected by the Dursleys because of their hatred towards my kind. Out of life I seem to have received the raw deal.

I have no family (or at least what I could call family) to turn to if in need - no; I lost the last of my family in the Department of Mysteries. If only I wouldn't have listened to that vision. Sirius would be alive. I should've never listened to that wretched elf! If only Kreacher would've never existed. Sirius could still be alive and I wouldn't have had to hear about the prophecy...

I know I should listen to what Hermione told me in her last letter but I can't help but think about the would'ves, should'ves, and could'ves.

Hermione wrote me: Would've, could've, should've but didn't. All things happen for a reason, weather good or bad, you just have to accept it and stop regretting. Call it destiny - though you may say that destiny is a sadistic bastard - it's destiny. Sirius was a good man and he wouldn't want you moping around about his death. He would want you to live your life and move on, Harry, not sulk in the shadows grieving.

Harry sighed and sat up feeling the warm sunlight streak across his back. He stretched and looked up and down the Guelder River. It was his favourite thinking spot that he had just recently discovered about a month ago.

The area was the most secluded for miles and it wasn't that far from the Dursleys - only a fifteen-minute walk.

Large bushes and trees grew along the river's shore coming into a small clearing where the bespectacled boy sat hidden from Little Whinging by a thick patch of bushes and trees.

On the other side of the river there was a large field of wheat across a barbed wire fence. Harry figured that this place was the outskirt of town that Dudley talked about partying with his friends at when his parents weren't around.

Harry looked round. Really, there was no place to party unless they used this small clearing - though it would barely be able to fit three men laying side to side in it - how could it fit him and his friends. Yet, it could be possible that they had gatherings up or down the river, he didn't explore the area much but there had to be other clearings that the one of which he call his 'thinking spot'.

Harry heard a faint high pitched giggle and immediately bolted up, pulling out his wand. He stood on the tips of his toes and peered over a tall thick bush. He was sure that it came from behind him.

The raven haired adolescent sighed, double checking to make sure that he didn't miss anything and that everything was in the right place - he did walk through the wooded area about everyday and knew it pretty well.

The rustling of long uncut grass shot through the airy silence and Harry looked in the direction the sound came from. It was coming from the thicket just a few feet away.

Harry approached it slowly keeping a lookout for anyone coming up behind him. He pulled back a few branches and his eyes widened. His stomach retched unpleasantly upon seeing Piers Polkiss snogging the blonde girl that lived on Mongolia Crescent.

He instantly reeled back, releasing the branches he pulled out of the way with a snap. He heard two simulations: "Ow!"

"Blast that hurt, God damn it!" Harry almost laughed as he heard Piers' voice and quickly made way toward Little Whinging.

He didn't really feel like having a squabble with Piers at the moment and thanked the heavens that Piers wasn't smart enough to see what caused the accident but Harry didn't stick around to see if he would.

Chances are slim that he'll (as in Piers) actually think a person would be the cause of the small head injury that he and his girlfriend (or flavour of the week) had received.

Harry stepped over the small shrubs and onto Lewisia Ally. It was sundown anyway and Aunt Petunia would have his hide if he weren't home before Dudley, though knowing him he'll be out all night having 'tea and the Andersons'. You would think that she would know better than to let her son go to tea for six hours and for some odd reason he would be a little tipsy when he got home.

Now, where have they been if they were gone from six o'clock till midnight on a Friday? The answer's obvious but Harry didn't want to ruin the fun of listening to the 'scolding of Dudley' when they found out that he wasn't just going out of tea.

Imagining what Aunt Petunia would say to that was priceless, though knowing the Dursleys they wouldn't mind Dudley drinking, smoking, partying, and God knows what. They would most likely say that it builds character or something just as stupid...

Harry looked up at the deep blue sky watching the small barn owl fly across it with grace. Oh, how much he wished he could take his Firebolt out for a spin and join the owl and its freedom. He couldn't wait to be back at Hogwarts with his friends and Quidditch and magic.

He wanted to be with his friends the most over everything. He just needed someone to talk to other than Dudley... Although Harry would always get in trouble somehow when they ever talked so he didn't really like to converse with Dudley.

Harry walked up the sidewalk of Privet Drive - the baleful place of which he had to stay in the summer. The streetlamps were just starting to like and Harry could see that Dudley was still at the Andersons, who lived at number ten. Though his bike was parked there he could clearly see no one was home.

He looked up at the dusky sky with narrowed eyes. He felt someone watching him, but when he looked all around he saw now one - that didn't mean anything, they could be invisible. Harry started to walk faster toward number four; if he made it there he was safe.

Quickly he pulled his wand out of his pocket at a dead sprint, he looked all around trying to stay alert as he sprinted toward number four. He ran up the walk and paused to catch his breath when he reached the door, finally feeling safe.

Harry looked around still seeing that Privet Drive was calm and vacant - nothing was out of place. He looked up at the sky again and jumped as he saw a shadow pass across the moon - but wait, that could be an owl or a bird...

Harry nodded and sighed to himself as he turned the handle and walked through the door. He could hear his Aunt and Uncle out in the backyard with Aunt Petunia's friend Yvonne. If Yvonne only knew what her daughter was doing with Piers Polkiss right now...

Harry grinned to himself and made his way up the stairs to his small bedroom. He even had to admit that his room was a bit messy - though he had just cleaned Hedwigs cage - so he would say it just needs some tidying.

Books were scattered across the floor with a few articles of clothing and parchment. He took a seat on his unmade bed - successfully sitting on The Guide Elementary and Personal Defence that the Ministry sent out to every witch and wizard at the beginning of July. He tossed it aside - the book didn't teach anything that he didn't know.

Harry looked out his window and up at the sky. He had and eerie feeling that the figure that flew across the moon wasn't a bird but he was just being a bit paranoid. Better to be weary than not, but paranoid was a bit severe.

Harry tucked his wand into his pocket and laid back onto his unmade bed - actually it was more comfy unmade than it was made because of the padding in the blanket. He sighed and rolled his neck, settling himself in. He couldn't believe how sleepy he was getting but the night before he only had a few hours of sleep because of a nightmare that he had.

Harry yawned and closed his eyes he didn't want to think of anything before he slept, just his cosy bed and clear thoughts to promote happy dreams. He sighed in relaxation and fell asleep with a small grin on his face...

"Hello, Harry."

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