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He was standing in front of the sink again. This time wasn't any different from the twelve previous times. He stared emptily at the blood in the sink, crimson red against the stark white marble. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror and was met with a ghost like image. His messy black curls stood in sharp contrast to his deathly pale complexion. His once vivid green eyes, stared back at him, completely devoid of life and lustreless. He wiped away the trickle of blood that ran down his chin and splashed water over his face.
He walked out of the bathroom and looked at his dark room. The Dursleys were gone and the house was blissfully quiet. Harry fell back on the bed and closed his eyes. He was dying. He knew it. But he wasn't upset about it. He would finally be with Sirius again. Harry closed his eyes and clutched the covers as he remembered Sirius. Fresh tears welled up in his eyes and he cried. He still had to avenge Sirius. He had vowed to avenge him.
Harry felt the pain in his stomach. He deserved it. Harry heard the tapping on his window. Hedwig was back. Harry got up to his feet steadily and unlatched the window. Hedwig swooped in and sat on his shoulder. Harry stroked her feathers gently and she affectionately nibbled on a lock of his hair.
He placed her on the ledge and walked down to the kitchen. He never really had an appetite these days but he knew he had to eat. Harry fixed himself a sandwich and began eating it. The sound of footsteps outside, forced Harry to place his sandwich down. He pulled out his wand and cautiously backed away. A sudden explosion knocked him down to the floor as glass rained over him.
Harry looked up but he couldn't see anything because of the smoke. He fired a spell blindly and felt it hit its mark. Shouts and cries echoed through the house. Harry crawled under the kitchen counter for cover as curses were fired in his direction. Harry knew that it was the death eaters but the question that puzzled him was how they had managed to get in the house. He didn't have the strength to deal with this. His gaze landed on the back door that led to the backyard. Could he reach it?
Harry crawled towards it. The footsteps and voices were in the living room. Harry pulled open the door and crawled out as he felt curses whiz pass him and shatter objects around him. Harry got up to his feet and ran. He jumped over the picket fence and ran like he had never run before. He would not get caught. He would not die at Voldemort's hands.
Harry raised his wand arm and hoped that the knight bus would appear. A loud bang announced the appearance of the huge triple decker bus. Stan Shunpike was about to step down when Harry stopped him and rushed past him inside the bus,
"Drive. Just drive."
The bangs that followed compelled Ernie to drive. The knight bus shot forward and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Stan grabbed him from the collar and spoke,
"What is the meaning of this?"
Harry pushed him away and spoke,
"I was attacked by death eaters."
Stan stepped back. Harry sat down on the edge of a single bed and spoke again,
"I really don't have any money to pay you."
"I suppose you want to go to the leaky cauldron?"
Harry nodded his head. He would have to go to Gringotts first to get some money. Harry felt his heart beating out of his chest. He had left Hedwig in the room. He hoped that the Death Eaters hadn't harmed her. The other thing he was worried about was his belongings. His invisibility cloak and the Marauders Map were his most prized possessions and he didn't want them to be anywhere near Voldemort.
Harry coughed and held his hand up to his mouth. The ministry must be tracking him. He had fired several spells at the Dursley's place. Harry looked down at his wand. How could he get the trace removed from it? He really didn't want anyone to follow him. Harry closed his eyes. He just wanted to kill Bellatrix Lestrange and then he wanted to spend his remaining days in peace.
Harry's thought process was interested as Stan announced Leaky Cauldron. Harry got up to his feet and stepped out of the bus,
"I'll make it up to you, Stan."
Stan chuckled and patted him on the shoulder,
"Stay safe, Potter."
The knight bus shot into the night with a bang. Harry stepped into the leaky cauldron and felt every single eye trained on him. Harry stepped into the back and tapped the bricks with his wand to reveal the entrance to Diagon Alley. He walked on the cobblestone street and rushed towards Gringotts.
Half an hour later, Harry stepped out of Gringotts with a pouch full of galleons. He could spend as extravagantly as he wanted now. There was no future to plan for. Harry purchased a rucksack and a couple of pairs of jeans and shirts. He made his way back to the leaky cauldron.
He had just entered when he was completely surrounded by Aurors. A man walked towards him with a slight limp. He looked rather like an old lion with grey streaks in his mane of tawny hair and bushy eyebrows. He had keen yellowish eyes and wore wire-rimmed spectacles. The Aurors backed away from Harry,
"I'm Rufus Scrimgeour, the new Minister of Magic."
Harry looked at him and stepped back,
"I must be very important if you have come to visit me personally."
Scrimgeour smiled warmly and spoke,
"You're the chosen one, Mr. Potter."
Harry laughed bitterly,
"The chosen one… "
Scrimgeour rested his hand on Harry's shoulder,
"We should sit and talk, Harry."
Harry was about to pull away when Scrimgeour slowly whispered in his ear,
"If you do not wish to put on trial for the use of underage magic and breaching the statue of secrecy then you shall behave, Mr. Potter."
Harry grew still as he was steered up the stairs and into a room.