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Chapter 2

 On Harry's twelfth birthday, excitement coursed through his veins as he clutched the list for his second-year coursework. Eager to embark on his magical journey, he hatched a daring plan to sneak out at midnight and procure his much-needed books and school supplies. However, a pang of worry struck him as he realized he didn't have his key to Gringotts, the wizarding bank. Dumbledore had taken it for safekeeping, leaving Harry in a predicament.

Harry knew that Dumbledore had taken the key for his own reasons, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the old wizard was trying to control him. Harry had always been suspicious of Dumbledore, and his recent actions only confirmed his doubts.

Harry decided that he couldn't rely on Dumbledore anymore. He had to take matters into his own hands. He had to get his key back and go to Gringotts, no matter what.

Harry spent the rest of the day planning his escape. He knew that the Dursleys would be asleep by midnight, so that would be the perfect time to leave. He packed a small bag with his most essential belongings, including his wand and Hedwig's cage.

At midnight, Harry snuck out of his cupboard and made his way to the front door. He carefully unlocked it and stepped outside into the cool night air. Hedwig hooted softly as she nuzzled her head against Harry's cheek.

"Don't worry, Hedwig," Harry whispered. "We'll be back soon."

Harry and Hedwig walked to the nearest bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. Once they were on board, they took a seat and Harry closed his eyes. He knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep, but he could at least try to relax.

The bus ride was long and uneventful. Harry and Hedwig arrived in Diagon Alley just as the sun was starting to rise. Harry stepped off the bus and took a deep breath of the familiar air. He was home.

Harry and Hedwig made their way to Gringotts. The bank was already open, and there was a long line of customers waiting to get inside. Harry took his place in line and waited patiently.

After a few minutes, it was Harry's turn. He walked up to the goblin at the desk and greeted him in the goblin tongue. The goblin's eyes widened in surprise.

"You speak our language?" the goblin asked.

"Yes," Harry replied. "I've been studying it."

"Why?" the goblin asked suspiciously.

"I need to get into my vault," Harry replied. "I'm Harry Potter."

The goblin's eyes widened again. "Harry Potter?" he repeated. "I'll be right back."

The goblin disappeared into the back room and returned a few minutes later with a different goblin. This goblin was much older and more imposing than the first one.

"Mr. Potter," the goblin said. "I am Griphook, the Gringotts account manager. I'm here to help you with your needs."

"Thank you," Harry said. "I need to get into my vault and get my key."

Griphook nodded. "I'll take you down," he said.

Griphook led Harry and Hedwig into the depths of Gringotts. They traveled through a series of tunnels and corridors until they finally reached Harry's vault. Griphook opened the vault door and Harry stepped inside.

The vault was filled with gold coins, jewels, and other valuables. Harry's eyes widened in amazement. He had never seen so much wealth in his life.

"Go ahead," Griphook said. "Take your key."

Harry picked up the key and slipped it into his pocket. Then he turned to Griphook.

"Thank you," he said. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Griphook nodded. "You're welcome, Mr. Potter. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other customers to attend to."

Harry left the vault and followed Griphook back to the surface. Once they were outside, Harry thanked Griphook again and then he and Hedwig were on their way.

Harry and Hedwig flew back to Privet Drive. Harry snuck back into his cupboard and went to bed. He was exhausted, but he was also happy. He had gotten his key back, and he was now one step closer to his freedom.

Harry was sitting on the kitchen floor, eating a meager breakfast of a quarterpipe of stale bread and a mini bottle of water. The Dursleys were gathered around him, preparing to leave for their vacation.

"Uncle Vernon," Harry said, "I'm not feeling well."

"You're always feeling unwell," Uncle Vernon said dismissively. "Now get your chores done before we leave."

"But I'm really not feeling well this time," Harry insisted. "I'm weak and tired, and my magic is almost gone."

Aunt Petunia sniffed disdainfully. "Your magic is all in your head, and if your magic is gone then thank the heavens" she said. "Now get up and get to work."

Harry sighed. He knew that the Dursleys didn't believe him, but he also knew that he couldn't ignore his symptoms any longer. He had to find help.