Excaliber has been discovered, by Muggle archaeologists. Morgana Pendragon has caused the Once and Future King to rise. Merlin has been called to help a boy named Harry Potter defeat a wizard who is harming the world. And the Great Dragon is used fo...
"It's summer holidays," They say; "There's more time to write," They say. Yeah, right.
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It had been almost a week since the Malfoy's had visited and Harry was beginning to lose hope that they Dudley had been able to tell him. The rain had gone, and Harry had been contemplating sending a letter to the Malfoys when his Uncle burst into the room.
"Useless, ungrateful, damned brat!" Vernon shouted, slamming the door against the wall. His face was a nasty shade of purple, and his eyes were bulging out, "We gave you leeway with freakishness, but you've gone too far with Antinous,"
Harry scrambled back from the door as quickly as he could. When his back hit the desk, he slowly stood and placed his hand on the table. Harry was looking for his wand, carefully moving school papers aside as he went so not to as draw attention.
"The only place you belong now is in the deepest pits of Hell," Vernon's words were accentuated by the spit that landed on Harry's face, "You repay us like this after we took you in from the kindness of our hearts?"
"Repay you?! I can't help it!" Harry argued back.
"We took care of you when we could have shipped you off,"
"You locked me in a cupboard until I was 11!"
Vernon's moustache twitched and the next thing Harry knew, he was sprawled across the floor. Vernon was on top of him, and Harry had his wand pointed at the bridge of his Uncle's bleeding nose.
"Go ahead," He taunted. His eyes looked at the tip of the wand, "I can't wait to be able to tell them all that you attacked me in my own home. Can't wait till I see them drag you out of here in chains!"
Harry looked Vernon in the eyes and said, "Flipendo," shooting him off Harry and across the room. When he landed, Harry ignored the heavy thud. He watched Vernon wheeze as he tried to lift himself up, casting, "Stupefy," as he himself stood.
Harry looked at Vernon and felt a primitive urge sweep him. To hurt, to take revenge. He lifted his wand once again and stalked towards his Uncle. He stepped on his hand as he crouched down. As he spoke, he dragged his hand along Vernon's face.
"I should kill you right here," He hissed, "But I won't. The ministry will come, and if they see you killed, they'll look for me. But they won't look for me, will they? Because when they come I'll be long gone and you'll tell them that I've been staying at a friend's. Unless you need more convincing?"
His magic flared, agreeing as Vernon passed out from fright. Harry tsked as he did so. He went to revive him but was hindered by Dudley's voice, "Harry?" He stood in the doorway and looked frantically between his passed-out father and Harry, "What's going on?"
Harry stood up, shaking his head to clear it. The urge to hurt Vernon didn't go away, but it was no longer his main priority. He looked under his bed and shuffled a few things around. He then pulled out a large backpack. He opened the draws and started to stuff some of his clothes into it.
"I need to leave," He said as he packed a few books. Next, he took a pouch of galleons and some food for Hedwig. He then closed the bag and placed it down. He let Hedwig out of her cage and handed it to Dudley, "If Malfoy comes back, give this to him and tell him to send me a letter,"
"How will he know where you are?" Dudley asked.
"He won't need to," Said Harry as he swung the bag onto his shoulder, "If they ask, I'm spending a few days at Antinous',"
"That didn't answer my question!" Dudley was becoming frantic.
"I have to leave, Duds. Your dad'll be fine, but the Ministry will be after me for underage magic," Harry said as he walked out the door, "They'll want to snap my wand! I can't let that happen. For it to work, I need them to think I wasn't here; That I wasn't able to do this,"
Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs Dudley grabbed Harry's wrist, "Will you come back?"
"I really don't know," Harry said, as he turned around, "It really depends,"
The two looked at each other. Dudley then pulled Harry in for a hug, "I'll miss you,"
It was at this point that an eagle swooped through the doorway and dropped what it was holding. As it flew back out, the door closed due to the wind (read: magic) and the letter activated. Plum lips emerged from the envelope and started talking.
"Dear Mr Potter, the Ministry has received intelligence that at two twenty-three this afternoon, the Knockback Jinx and Stunning Spell were both performed at 4 Privet Drive, Surrey. The origin of the spells is unknown, but due to the location of casting, we are required to treat this as a violation of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery. Due to this, you are, until informed otherwise, suspended from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,"
The letter didn't stop, but Harry's thought that his heart did. In his emotional state, he tried to grab it, not wanting to hear the rest. He, however, was unable to catch it as it darted around, evading him as it finished speaking.
"Aurors will come tomorrow to investigate. Their findings will be used at your trial, held on the twenty-second. It is to determine your involvement. The verdict will decide whether or not you continue to learn magic. If found guilty your wand will be snapped. Hoping you are well, Mafalda Hopkirk."
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The envelope fell to the ground but Harry, lost in his thoughts as he was, didn't notice. Hogwarts was his home! If they took that away from him, where else would he have to go?
"Harry?" Dudley asked. His hand was raised in the air as if he wanted to touch Harry but was not sure what reaction he would get.
"I'm alright," Harry said, relaxing as he repeated the phrase, "I just-I just need to leave. Dudley, I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be coming back before the trial,"
"Alright," He said, hand finally resting on the smaller teen's shoulder, "Promise that you'll try to keep in touch?"
"I promise," He said, smiling. Harry turned and once again opened the door, as he left he closed it behind him. He took a deep breath and looked at Dudley who watched Harry through the Window. He walked away from Privet Drive and out of his view.
From that moment, the Harry Potter that the Wizarding world knew, no longer existed.
