Book One: Under the Hunters Moon

Crescent Moon: Part I

Privet Drive, Surrey:
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Harry Potter was angry.

"Bollocks, fuck, bitch, whore, slut, cunt, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck!!!"

Harry's voice echoed throughout the street of Privet Drive as he stormed down the street red-faced.

Okay, correction, Harry Potter was pissed.

One week, one bloody week was all he had to get through, and he couldn't even do that!

It all began two weeks ago when his uncle stormed into his room and told him with no uncertain terms that his sister Marge (Harry refused to call her aunt in any way, the one he already had was bad enough.) was coming to stay for a week, and if he wanted his bloody form signed for his freak school for freaks like him, that he would mind his manners and not a peek of freakishness from him or else.

What the "or else" was I had no clue, I had left before he could make good on the threat, and the week went fine until tonight.

I had sent Hedwig to Hermione's with a note asking her to watch my owlish friend while Marge was over.

I had put up with all her remarks, and man did she like making those.

It's not like I don't already know how useless and pathetic I am.

I put up with her ugly as sin bulldog that takes a real effort not to punt the damn thing over the fence.

I took it all with a smile just to get that Hogsmeade permission form signed.

But Marge had seemingly saved her best insults and remarks for her last drunken night at my aunt and uncles.

My mom and dad.

She tore into them and repeated all the lies I had grown up with.

Aunt Petunia never makes comments about them nowadays, not even uncle Vernon says anything since Hagrid knocked down the door almost three years ago.

So having all those lies dragged up again, I-I just lost it, Ya know?

It slipped and the next thing I know she started to swell up like a balloon, well a much larger balloon than she already was.

With Dobby dropping the pudding last year, I have no doubt the Ministry is at my Aunt and Uncle's house right now looking for me to snap my wand, or at the very least are on their way.

I have to get out of here, I need to get to the Ally so I can grab some gold and get out of England or something.

I had come to the park down on Wisteria Way, the place Dudley normally bullies kids half his size out of pocket change and sweets.

But he's always been like that, when he and his friends weren't Harry Hunting that is, not that they could ever catch me.

I might be worthless but I'm at least fast enough to escape him.

I drop my trunk by the curb and take a seat on it, rub my eyes and face.