Story ideas+/ don't read please

Harry

BOO crossover
Ch1

The boy sat in his cupboard holding his breath, he was waiting for his "family" to go to sleep, then when they fell sleep he would sneak out and leave. He has had enough there.

The abuse, the torture, the pain he suffered there on a daily basis. The boy had to leave, his uncle had tried to do something yesterday, but his wife came home before it could happen. He still remembered the feeling of his uncle's grubby hands on him and shuddered. He was only 8, but he had already thought of suicide. The freedom it must bring... the joy...

He grimaced as his arm was jostled. It was broken earlier today, so it should be healed by that time tomorrow. When he heard the loud sounds of snoring drifting down the stairs, he quickly got his only other shirt and opened the cupboard door, wincing when it squeaked. His left foot inched out and he quickly and nimbly ran out limping as he did so, because his knee had been damaged, aka shattered, a year ago, and they hadn't bothered to fix it.

He tossed a glance at the stairs and hurried to the kitchen wincing as the dries blood on the back of his shirt pulled on the still fresh wounds. Opening the door to the pantry he grabbed the rest of the bread left, (which was only 1/5 of a loaf) shut the pantry door, and hurried towards the back door.

He risked a glance at the stairs again before unlocking the door and sneaking through it. He locked the knob before closing the door, making sure it was locked from the inside.

Then he ran (cough, cough, limped) hard and as far as he could before his energy ran out and he couldn't go any further. He stopped a minute to take a breath holding his shirt and the bread close to chest. He was actually doing it! The boy gave a joyous laugh that soon died out as he realized what he did. He ran away! How was he going to live now that he ran?

Then he remembered the trip the people who he used to call family, went on last year. To New Yorks, Long Island Sound. Where they went camping and brought back tons of pictures to gloat in his face. He remembered the woods and the pictures of the hustling and bustling New York City.

The boy realized he would need money. So, with Long Island on his mind he spun around to "harvest" some money from his uncle's wallet, when he disappeared with a pop.

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I know its short, but if you noticed, I never put his name because he doesn't know it. So this is a Harry Potter fanfic crossover.

Hope it's okay, any spelling mistakes just point them out and I'll fix it. I'll try to start getting the words up to 1,000 per chapter. BTW he is 8 years old as of right now and the next chapter.

WORD COUNT~
521
So you wanna play with magic....
boy you should know what you're fighting for...

Ch2

Thoughts
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When he reappeared he took a shuddering breath and shook his head. Looking around in bewilderment, the boy took a step before promptly falling. What just happened?

Where was he? He looked around again, why was he in a forest? He thought for a second before understanding hit him. This was like the time he chased by his cousin and disappeared only to reappear a few blocks away. He after all WAS a freak...

He looked at the greenery around him almost dreamily. At least he was something, even if that something was a freak. The boy watched as a bird with a crest of red flew to a branch off to his side. The bird sang happily before jumping off the branch and flying away.