What is living life as a hero?

Chapter 2 |Grounded once more|

POV: Harry Potter?
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I jolt up. I feel hardness beneath me as bad memories resurface. The familiar feelings of claustrophobia, as well as physical weakness following behind. I hold my hand out, my hand instinctively pulling on a metal chain, turning a dull, flickering light on.

I'm sat up on a few old blankets that I remember once calling my bed, a small shelf with a few miniature knights on it, and the hard wooden floor. I feel how small and malnourished my body is, no wonder I'm so damn short.

Damn, why're you built like a baked bean?

Is that really the best you could've come up with, Chro?

Hey!

You also cant really blame the kid, he's a 5 year old who's been abused and malnourished for most of his life.

Can none of you take a damn joke...

And he's one of the deities? You sure that's not a toddler right there?

Child, you should see dear chronou when he's having one of his temper tantrums. He switches from his heavenly form to a child not much different from you.

Ha! I would love to see that!

Predo, stopppp!

I roll my eyes as I observe my surroundings more. From the lack of noise, as well as the lack of any sort of light shining in, it was around 4 am. I had about an hour and a half or so to escape.

I focused on the door, letting my magic flow. Soon, I hear each lock unlocking themselves, and the door slowly and quietly pushes open. I swiftly run out of the cupboard, and into the kitchen. Before I do anything more, I write a quick note for my Aunt to see. She's really the only one I knew cared, or else she would've turned a complete blind eye to Uncle Vernon and Dudley's abuse.

Dear Aunt Petunia,

I just want to get the point, and say I know I'm a wizard. How, you may ask, let's just say I had a little help from a snake. With this knowledge, I have decided to run away, i don't feel safe here, I can't wait six years 'till I'm eleven to leave. So I shall be going to Diagon alley to find out more about myself. Though I will send you a letter to inform you of where I will reside, I would love for you to visit. I love you, Auntie.

-Harry(ps. I may change my name.)

I set that on the counter as I make my way to the doorway, I snatch some money from Aunt Petunia's purse, I'll be sure to pay her back, though. I leave the house after slipping on the ragged shoes that barely fit me.

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I found myself in front of the Leaky cauldron. I entered the pub and I walked over to the bar keeper, Tom, asking if he could show me the way into Diagon Alley. He tapped the bricks, and there opened a doorway into a busy alley. I immediately made my way towards the goblin bank- Gringotts.

I enter the building that still stuns me to this day. I walk up to the teller and i bow with my torso. "May your gold forever, flow."

The goblin looked stunned at me, but quickly regained his composure, though a small smirk on his lips. "And may your enemies cower at your feet." He states with much intrigue in his voice. "Now, child, what do you need?"

"I need to speak with King Ragnuk." I say, pulling the necklace Mortem gave me out of my oversized shirt, but quickly putting it back in. He looks even more stunned.

"Right this way." He says, leading me away. Soon we arrive at an office, with a golden plate with the name 'Ragnuk' engraved in it. The door is opened and I walk in.