The Blame and Angst of Harry Potter

Chapter One-Leaving

It was a stormy day in Privet Drive. That in itself is unusual. For one thing, Privet Drive is scarcely ever stormy , especially in the summer. For another, just a few moments ago, it was rather sunny. However, the one house that's occupants really hated abnormality, seemed to not care at the moment.

Oblivious to the sudden change in the weather, there was a heated discussion among the residents of Number 4, Privet Drive.

"I'm telling you, I had nothing to do with it!" Harry tried to explain for the umpteenth time. For some reason, the Dursleys thought that he had killed Cedric Diggory. They had tried to be nice to Harry, in fear that they would be his next victims if they angered him. But it was too much for the cruel Dursleys. A mere week after Harry came back, his aunt and uncle, Petunia and Vernon Dursley, had burst.

"No, I'm telling you to get out of this house!" Uncle Vernon raged.

"Fine," countered Harry, his voice cold as ice, "but if Lord Voldemort comes here, ready to kill you, don't come crying to me, expecting me to fix it all better for you!"

Dudley, Harry's cousin, sat whimpering in a corner, not used to being threatened or ignored, but no one paid him any attention.

"I dong't know who the hell this Lord Voldy-thing is, but he's supposed to be dead, according to you and your freaky... people. So unless you can prove otherwise, GOOD BYE!"

Ugh! Harry thought. They don't listen, do they? He'd explained what he saw in the graveyard last year at least a million times; how Cedric had been murdered, how Voldemort had risen, how he had fought him... but they wouldn't believe him!

"If you guys didn't listen to me the first six times, well, I'm not going to waste my breath."

With that, he stormed out of the room, up the stairs, and into Dudley's second bedroom, which he had occupied for nearly three years. He repacked everything that he had taken out of his trunk over the past week, which wasn't very much, took Hedwig in her cage, and stalked back down the stairs.

He could hear the Dursleys conversing in hushed tones in the kitchen. Probably wondering whether or not they should call the police, he thought bitterly. Chuckling under his breath, he opened the front door. After he stepped outside, he made sure to slam the door, as to let the Durleys know that he had left.

Standing in the cold rain, Harry couldn't help but notice that the rain mimicked his feelings and attitude at the moment. He started walking, too worried about where he was going to go to really mind the rain. After a few minutes, he reached the alleyway where he had, even though he hadn't known it at the time, first met his godfather, Sirius Black, two years ago.

Remembering this, and all that he had done shortly after, Harry knew that at least one of his problems was solved. He knew what he was going to do.

Flinging out his wand hand, Harry knew where to go.