Harry Potter and the beginning of the end

The attic of number 4 Privat drive, was dusty and hadn't been used in 10 years. Dudley and his gang of thugs were searching for Harry, Harry himself had gone into hiding. Not that he was scared of them, no, he was just to tired, he'd spent the whole morning training and teaching himself new moves. SInce he'd come home had been training himself hard. Teaching himself to fight.
Throwing himself onto an old couch that seemed to been up there for decades. he closed his eyes, hoping to get some sleep, sleep that haven't been coming to him easily of late. listening to dudley stomp around downstairs, like mini earthquakes, he groaned knowing he wasn't going to get any of the sleep he wanted. Sitting up he looked around the attic. in an attic that han't been touched in a decade you're bound to find something intresting.
Getting up he walked around the attic trying to decide were to start first. Stopping in the furthest, most darkest corner of the attic he spotted a trunk. He was about to move on when something caught his eye. Looking closer, he found himself looking at the Hogwarts crestent.