The Oceans Call | HP FF

Chapter 5

Harry sat alone in the basement working on his escape it's been several weeks since he found out that he was a wizard, 5 to be more specific. He succeeded to control a bit of this magic, it wasn't anything spectacular but he managed to move small object, unlock and lock his door and create a shapeless light source, now and he thought about it the light kind of look like a jellyfish... Harry spend the rest of the night sleeping to regain some energy. The next thing he knew was that he was woken up by a loud noise that was caused by Vernon Dursley. He was in a unsettling light mood. „Boy! Dudley your Aunt and I are going on a trip just so you know you should save your water and food. We'll be gone for the next week and don't even think about escaping!
Vernon threw a loaf of dry bread and two bottles of water on the floor, turned on his heels, walked out the door and locked it with a „click”
Harry couldn't believe his luck! The Dursleys would leave for a whole week. That was enough time to get at least half way through England. He waited for about an hour after he heard the dursleys drive off when he unlock the door and walked up the stairs into the kitchen.
Harry had grabbed an old bag in the hallway he now filled up with food, water and some cash from Vernons jacket pocket. After he had enough to survive for a while he went to Dudley's room and took the smallest clothes and belts he could find. Now prepared, he stood in front of the main door, as he opened it quietly a late summer Breeze gently welcome him back to the outside world. Harry had taken the first bus to London he could find it was relatively easy for him to live in the streets, he didn't want to spend his money because he'll needed in the winter, that was his best solution. Life with the Dursleys was worse than anything else in the world.

Two months later

Harry walked down a street on the English coast he was on his way to the supermarket to buy a bit of canned food and restock on on vitamin pills magnesium and band-aids the boy had a little hut in the woods, close to the small town he relocated to. London was too dangerous. Harry had decided to travel to the ocean, he always wanted to see it since he found out about it when he was four.
Some strange feeling crawled up his back and he sped up. He passed a dark alley way as a cold, thin, dirty hand was put over his mouth. He got pulled into the gap between the houses and  embraced by a complete Darkness, pressed against the body of a stranger. The boy could feel a thin man, he smelled like sweat, blood and urine. The man slowly moved his hands into Harrys pockets and under his shirt, all over his body. Seemingly looking for something. Then he reached into the smaller ones pants into the secret pocket Harry, has stiched onto the inside. That was the place he hid his wallet. A muffled protest left his mouth „Mo! Mof-... 'ere-” (no not there) But it was too late, the stranger grabbed his money, pushed the boy way and ran into the darkness. Harry slowly got up and brushed off most of the dirt from his clothes.
He was in trouble.
He had all his money with him, it was too dangerous to hide it somewhere, someone could have watched or founded by coincidence. So he carried it in a secret pocket close to his body. Now he had to think of something to survive the rest of Autumn and winter, without having to do things he didn't want to...

Almost two months later

It was dark he ran, his chaser just three steps behind left, right, left, left, over the street, around the corner... Harry couldn't tell how long the man has been chasing him 15 minutes an hour? All the boy could tell was that, the winter air was freezing in his lungs, his exhausted and tired body couldn't take much longer. It's been around 1-month and 3 weeks since he got robbed. He had managed to control his magic even better, but it was exhausting and he needed to drink a lot of water before and after he used it. He couldn't hear the steps anymore so he sneaked around the next corner and sunk on the floor next to a garbage container. His lungs were burning with pain. He gasped for breath, his legs got numb and his mind was filled with a mist of dizziness. Harry stole some money to buy food, but he had discovered that the guy he stole from was a police officer with some strange hypersensitivity so he ran after the boy. Harry looked around trying to identify the place he was at, it was a small alleyway that leads straight to the harbour, if you walked around the corner to the other side of the container. The boy pushed himself up and carefully walked around the edge. The sun was setting above the sea with sailboats lying in the waving water. At that moment Harry collapsed fell like a wet bag of sand to the ground, curling up in an embryo position...