This is a Bigger World: A Harry Potter fanfic

CHAPTER 5

 Harry hid himself. Joe was not home, and something was coming down the dumpster. Harry snuck himself inside the ceiling panel along with a shoddy blanket, his walkman and a couple of tapes. If the person had to come in and steal something, he would be damned if they took all of the things that they stole. Harry slipped through the ceiling into the dilapidated fire escape, and made his way outside. He started running towards the subway station that Joe told him to go to in case he was in trouble. Harry decided to slide himself closer to a black-haired couple so that nobody would question him. He slipped in Appetite, and skipped the tape to Out Ta Get Me. Harry also tugged his bangs over his scar in a desperate attempt to hide the damned distinct thing. He knew that he had to just keep on running until Joe found him. Harry started to panic. He felt like going back to the Dursleys, but he knew that it would be bad for him, so he kept on moving. He decided to keep on playing more music, with the tape transitioning to Mr. Brownstone. The compulsive nature to return to the Dursleys left almost immediately when he put the tape on full blast. Harry looked around at the station, and was immediately struck with happiness when he saw a gym that he could somewhat hide out in. He walked in and saw that there was speed testing on treadmills for endurance. Harry immediately asked the instructor if he could test him.

"How old are you?" "I'm nine." "Ever been tested before?" "Nope." "Where's your parents?" "Mom is somewhere, but she divorced Dad, so I don't know. Dad's shopping, and told me to test myself to see how fast I am." "Shopping for what?" "He said it's a surprise." The instructor looked at Harry's mess of hair and shoddy sneakers, along with his blanket and walkman, and took him in. "Why the blanket?" "Oh, I'm keeping the rest of my tapes in there." "What ya listening to?" "Guns N' Roses." "Who?" "There pretty new, nobody seems to know them. I bet that they'll go big, their music is awesome!" "Sounds cool kid. Get on the treadmill and start running; I'll track you. Harry immediately rewound his tape and jumped on the treadmill. Harry immediately started to warm up to the pace that was given to him. The trainer looked at Harry with a sense of interest and wonder, and with great expression. Harry knew that the instructor was surprised at his starting speeds, and was prepared to go faster. The speed that the instructor had started him at was hardly the fastest he could go. Harry kicked up his running up a notch, with the instructor looking up again. The numbers climbed up on the treadmill, until it was at twelve, and Harry had finished Appetite. "Hey, can you pass me another tape?" "Sure," the instructor said, "Would you rather hook it up to the speaker system?" "Why not?" The instructor walked over to the large tape player, and popped in a tape at random. Suddenly, the voice of Robert Plant filled the room. The instructor smiled. "Man, it's been a long time since I've heard some Zeppelin. You got a good choice in music kid." Harry just smiled, he was running too hard to answer.

*Meanwhile*

Dumbledore strode into the derelict room, wand raised, his cloak billowing behind him. Casting a Homulum Revilio, he instantly saw that there was nobody in the room, but there were traces of human evidence. There was a dog in the corner that raised his head at him, then dropped back off to sleep. Dumbledore looked around, but the only unusual thing that he found was some candle wax that had dripped off a table. Dumbledore set a tracking charm over the exit, disillusioned himself, and settled down to wait. When he heard movement from the dumpster above him, he readied himself to see a small boy with black hair, green eyes, and a lightning bolt scar, but instead, there was a man with brown eyes and black hair that had working coveralls on, and was carrying a large muggle device in his hand. The man took off a working cap, and unbuttoned half of the buttons on the coveralls. He set the muggle device down, sat down, and started petting the dog. "Ah Duffy, I don't know where he is, I'm hoping that he's alright though." The dog sighed, and wagged his tail. "Yeah boy, I know that he probably went to the station like I told him. He'll be there. I'm sure of it." Dumbledore decided to leave then. If the Boy-Who-Lived was here, he had obviously left the premises, and another squatter had taken his place, possibly with a son. Dumbledore removed his activation charm on the compulsion spell. Harry obviously didn't want to be found, and even though he still would keep his eyes and ears out for any sign of him. He would get him when he went to Hogwarts. Meanwhile, he had to go and find more followers to do his bidding... After all, where would he be without his minions? He also better send the Weasleys some instructions to show up when Harry was going to Hogwarts, they would probably be the best sort of people to induct Harry into their society. The owl for Hogwarts would find Harry, as it found all other students, and he would send a professor after him. Yes, the streets would eat Harry alive, and he would fall prey to Dumbledore's great design.