Lost and Better Off Not Found

Chapter 2

Harry Potter, 14 years old, resident magical being, was having fun.

A week ago he had been club-hopping, partying as usual for a Sunday night when he noticed he was being followed. By weird people in dresses no less. They looked harmless, but he was still not going to let them anywhere near him, they could be from some sort of cult after his powers.

Oh, he knew about magic. He had known about it since he was little. It was hard not to when things would suddenly start floating around you or somehow ending up somewhere you weren't a second ago. But instead of feeling frightened by his newfound powers, he felt empowered. But he wasn't stupid enough to not know he was the only one with it, and he also knew that he shouldn't flaunt it around unless he wanted to be experimented on. So he had gone around and found some houses with "special" interiors and generally just people using magic like him. They had been most helpful in finding out more information about himself and what he could do, which was almost anything. It also made living out on his own much easier.

When he saw those people following him, Harry decided to see how far they would go; so he led them on a merry chase through London. It surprisingly lasted quite a while, these people were persistent, and so he turned it up a notch and lost them within a few hours.

This was a good thing too since he had school in the morning. He would have to keep an eye out though; they didn't seem like the type to give up that easily.

Turned out he was right because a few days later he spotted them down the street from his school, but he had hidden before that had seen them. And then he saw them again by his work and again by his apartment. They were getting closer and closer and it was making Harry uneasy. But if he had to he would show them who was boss.

But he was having fun with them, the more frustrated they got the funnier it got. Apparently, they were not after him for no reason either; he found out that they knew his name because they would call out to him, so he knew they were after him. But then shit became more serious. Harry saw them doing magic. That meant they were looking for him. It was probably about time that he looked into this other side of the world but he was having so much fun on his own. He hoped they didn't place him in a home or something that would totally suck balls. He was doing just fine on his own, thank you very much. But if they had magic, that meant they had the means to find him. So it was only a matter of time before they caught up to him.

But that didn't mean he couldn't have fun while it lasted.

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Albus Dumbledore accompanied by Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks were hot on the trail of one elusive Harry Potter. In the beginning, it had only been three of them, thinking it wouldn't be that much trouble to round up one teenage boy. How wrong they were.

Not only did Harry know they were looking for him, but he was also purposefully evading them and enjoying it to boot as testified by the wide smile they had seen on his face one of the times they had gotten close enough.

It had been a shock when they had first laid eyes on him. Dumbledore had been expecting the worst, but instead the exact opposite. Harry had grown since the last time he had seen him, but he had been expecting that. He stood at about 5'6, on the skinny side but he was healthy and seemingly happy. But what had surprised them was how he looked. Like his father of course, but his hair was cut short in the back, long in the front covering most of this right eye and more importantly his scar. Light blue streaks of color were in his hair, blending into the ebony tresses. Black kohl lined his vivid green eyes that were not hindered by glasses. He wore tight-fitting black jeans and a black band shirt and it also looked like he had his lip pierced. He hoped he was wrong. It was so completely different from what he had been expecting, he didn't know what to think.