2 wrongs don't make a right (hiatus)

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

"Get up boy!" I heard the fat pig yell from somewhere upstairs.

I crawled out of my 'room' otherwise known as a cupboard and started on breakfast.

This was the normal daily routine for me but it would all change. I secretly got my Hogwarts letter and I am all packed up.

I knew when I was little I was different, in many ways. I never felt joy like the other kids.

I was never scared when Dudley tried to beat me up. I wasn't sad when my glasses got stomped on.

I was just, there.

I also knew I was no regular person. I could do things no one else could. If I focused really hard on a pen it would float for just a second.

I heard my aunt one night talking to a strange voice about accidental magic. That's when I put the pieces together.

I was a wizard.

I soon picked up all the books I could in the local library (which wasn't many) about witches and wizards.

I learned that there are many prestigious schools for wizards and witches. The most notable being Hogwarts.

Hogwarts letters were sent to kids at age 11 before the school year started.

At the time I was 10. I just had to wait one more year until I could get out of this hell hole.

And that's what I did. Day by day I would remind myself that it would get better soon. And the day has finally come.

Aunt, uncle, and Dudley all went out to the zoo. It was the perfect time for my escape. I grabbed anything I could and walked outside.

In the book I read about a magic bus. I wasn't sure how to get it to show up but after a while it just did on its own.

"Hello young man! Where can I take you?" The cheerful bus driver asked.

"Diagon ally." I said blandly taking the first open seat.

"Right away. You better hold on tight!"

The bus doors closed and in a flash we were in a large market place with people all around. (Yes I know you can't get to diagon ally in the knights bus. I don't really care)

I stepped off the bus not bothering to thank or tip the driver. Not that I had money anyways.

Speaking of money, there should be a bank nearby.

I looked left and right clearly lost.

"Do you need help?" Asked a voice.

I looked up at the woman. She had bright red hair and freckles dotting her face.

"My name is Molly dear. What's yours?" She asked.

"Harry." I answered.

She smiled kindly even after my dry answer.

"Well Harry, what are you doing here all alone?" She questioned.

"Getting my things for Hogwarts." I replied finally spotting the bank.

Before she could ask anymore annoying questions I speed walked to the bank.

When I entered there were small creatures called goblins. I walked up to one without a person at it.

The small creature looked at me skeptically.

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter. I need to get into my vault." I stated.

"Do you have the key?" It asked.

I shook my head no.

"With no way of identification we are not allowed to let you into a vault." It said.

I sighed.

"Okay, what can I do?" I questioned.

"We could do blood work." It suggested.

I nodded and held out my palm. He pulled out a small dagger from under the counter and made a shallow cut on my palm.

I was unfazed as I watch blood drip out of my hand. The goblin took out a piece of paper and pressed my bleeding palm to it.

The paper glowed green so I assumed that was good.

"Follow me Mr. Potter." The goblin said jumping down from its seat. I followed it to the back where we got in a mine cart.

After one crazy long ride we arrive at my vault.

"It's all yours, feel free to take as much or as little as you want."

I nodded to him and hopped out of the cart. I opened the vault and found a LOT of coins. I grabbed a brown cloth bag with a label on it.

"Never ending bag." I read.

Perfect. I stuffed the bag with so much gold so I would never have to come back to this place in my life.

I decided to look around a little more before I left and I found a diary. It's my fathers.

"Dear Harry, if you are reading this it means you have come of age. You must be aware by now that you are different. We are what you call a yandere. Meaning we will kill for love. It is my last wish that you find the person you love. Do not lose them." I whispered out loud to myself.

"How helpful father." I scoffed throwing the diary over my shoulder.

Does he think I'm stupid, of course I know what I am by now. He is just insulting my intelligence at this point.

Though it is interesting to learn that he was a yandere. Maybe the diary wasn't all useless.

I walked out of the vault and closed the door. I hopped back into the cart and rode it back to the front.

I thanked the goblin then I was on my way.

A/N: That's right bitches, I'm back and better then ever. It's summer time which means I have nothing better to do with my life. So I hope you enjoy this book. Bye my lovelies