"Normal"
"Writing"
"Thoughts"
"Dreams"
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"Her spirit follows me till this day, my dear's golden locks turned dull and damp, just like her persona that sorrowful night. Maybe one day shall meet again, but I know that she's not where I belong. Maybe I shall tie the noose and hope for the best, but my belief in a lord slowly fades away by the twinkling second. Ah, but your beauty will never be surpassed, and no matter how many ropes are suffocating me, I will always let off."

Harry shut the novel, today was horrible and he didn't know what exactly was going to happen to him, after all, he was only ten and a half years old! But according to his "family", he was nothing.
His piggy cousin was recently clasped in a glass cage with a snake, which was supposedly his doing. But screw them, Harry was going to run away, he didn't give a flying fuck at this point. "Why should I bother?" Harry dug through the small bag that he usually kept for school, maybe he could find a bobby pin and runoff, perhaps steal some money and food, but then Harry would be off to the library.

A world where all problems could be resolved because there was no such thing as "fixed". Henceforth, he found a matchbox of bobby pins in his sock drawer and clasped a bunch unto his hair for safe-keeping before stuffing his bag with hand-me-downs and some books which he "borrowed".

Finally unlocking the cupboard door with a bobby pin, Harry tip-toed out into the living room grounds to the kitchen. Sometimes if he was starving, Harry would sneak out at night and steal some cans of food if it could go unnoticeable, but now that he was never going back, he emptied the cabinets till his bag could no longer fit anything else.

After that, he took off to the front door, after seizing his hands on any manual money or gift cards that lay around the house.

And Harry cleared out like an escaped bird.
He was free.

2 YEARS LATER:
It was the following day at Hogwarts when Albus Dumbledore received the most dreadful news yet. The headmaster was just having his tea, (and way too many confectionaries) when all of the sudden, a harsh knock could be heard at the other end of the office doors.

Mrs Mcgonagal furiously marched into the room, she then glared eye-to-eye at the headmaster before yelling. "ALBUS, IT'S BEEN TWO BLOODY YEARS AND YET THERE ARE ZERO CLUES TO THE BOY'S DISAPPEARANCE, AND NOW THE MINISTY DEMANDS ANSWERS, BUT-
"Oh, how Minerva could rant for decades.."

For the rest of the lecture, poor Minnie began to tear up about how Lily and Jame's son is likely dead.

It's been two godamn years since The-Boy-Who-Lived went missing, and the world was demanding answers about the light's saviour. He simply notified the Ministry that Harry was too nervous and is being home-schooled, but now that they wished to catch a glimpse of Harry Potter and interview the boy. things shortly took off downhill for the Hogwarts headmaster.

At first, he thought the boy was just mad at his family for some riotous reason and ran away, but he never expected him to leave for this long. Albus had the Order search for the boy, but many gave up after a few months of searching.

And just like that, Albus Dumbledore was screwed. But like any true Griffindor, he wasn't willing to give up that easily.

If some 12/13-year-old kid could manage to get away from Dumbledore's plans, then how could he be called the greatest wizard to ever live??!?

A/N! Hello, lovely reader(s), hope u liked this chapter! I decided to stay around 640 words per update, but will likely update more than usually presumed!（＾∇＾）
Have a nice day/afternoon/night!❤️