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Running Away
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
6,107
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight. I made no profit from the making of this story. Though it would be nice to have more money. Oh well guess you can't have everything.
Getting the Hell Out of Here
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight. If I did I wouldn’t be writing this and living on a far away island paradise. With hot guys surrounding me.
It was brought to my attention by sparx that Mrs. Weasley is the matriarch of the Weasley family and Arthur is the patriarch.
Thank you for all the reviews I love all the feedback and so sorry this took so long but my mother wants me to study math more because I’m failing. So anyway on to the story:
“Speech”
::Parsletoung::
Thoughts
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Harry was sitting by the window thinking about how he was going to convince his uncle to take him to London. He really had no idea how he was going to so it. Then he remembered his uncle hated him. So all I have to do is tell him he’ll never see me again. Which he won’t. After this he was never coming back. Dumbledore be damned. His birthday was soon and he would be seventeen then so all he had to do until then was lie low. Now how to get out of here. He thought.
“Boy, get down here.” He heard his uncle called from down the stairs.
“Coming uncle Vernon.” He called back hurrying down the stairs. What does he want now? He wondered.
“Now listen, we’re; that is you aunt, cousin and I are going into London to get some things for Dudley’s school uniform. They have new requirements. I want you to stay here and touch nothing and stay away from the windows!” Great now I’ll be stuck here all alone…wait a minute’ got it!
“Uncle Vernon if you take me to London with you…” But he was cut off by Vernon saying,
“And why would I take you to London?”
“Because you’ll never see me again.” He said. At that his uncle’s eyes brightened in hope.
“You have five minutes. Hurry up!” He snapped. Harry rushed up the stairs to get his things. Looking around at the place that had been his prison for he last five summers he felt an odd type of freedom come over him as he realized he’d never have to come back again. Ever. He thought with a smile.
“Boy, come on we’re leaving. Now!” Vernon roared.
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“Now, get out we’re here.” And with that his ‘family’ drove away. With a sigh he looked around to realize h wasn’t that far from the leaky cauldron. In fact it was just sown the street. Ironic how that worked out. He thought. Dragging his trunk behind him he walked into the leaky cauldron and asked Tom the barman for a room.
“Here you go.” He said as he opened the door to room eleven and handed the key to Harry.
“Thanks.” Was all the reply he gave. As Tom left him to settle in he looked around. It wasn’t that different from the room he’d stayed in summer before third year. There was a bed in the center of the room pressed to the wall and across that was a desk with a rickety chair. The colors were washed out, some kind of light green/yellow? Perhaps. Oh well it’ll do. Not like I have any choice. Looking around again he spotted a dresser with a mirror.
“Wow where did you get such horrible clothes?” asked a voice coming from the mirror making Harry jump a mile high.
“W-wh-what?” He stammered in shock. Surely that mirror did not just talk? He thought incredulously.
“Yeah hon, it’s the mirror. You know the thing that shows you your reflection?” Said mirror said sarcastically.
“You can talk?” Harry asked not believing his ears.
“Yes Mr. Obvious. Now back to those clothes. Where did they come from? The dumpster?” Mirror asked.
“N-n-o. They were my cousins.” He said somewhat timidly.
“What is he the size of a whale?” Mirror inquired.
Snorting Harry walked over to the mirror and said, “Yeah. Though he may become bigger than a blue whale at the rate he’s going.”
“Listen hon you need to go shopping for clothes that fit. Desperately.” Looking at his reflection he agreed. And while I’m at it I can do something about these glasses.
“I’ll go tomorrow. I’m too tired right now. But you’ll have to help me pick a look. Both muggle and wizard.” He informed. “I have no fashion sense.”
“Obviously.” Mirror said with a snort. If mirrors could snort. “Get some sleep. You’ll need it.”
With that Harry climbed into the bed noting that he and Mirror had been talking for a while as it was now dark. Not bother to change he crawled under the cover and was instantly asleep.
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The next morning Harry woke up bright and early. "Uggggggggg." He groaned.
“Rise and shine.” Sang a voice from across the room. Whose voice is that? He wondered. Then he remembered, I’m not at the Dursley’s anymore.
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A/N: okay I know I said he would get out of there and meet Edward in this chapter but that would be too long and my hands are starting to cramp. It is 2:22 in the am so I am going to bed. I promise the next updated will be sooner.
~Phoenix Serpent
It was brought to my attention by sparx that Mrs. Weasley is the matriarch of the Weasley family and Arthur is the patriarch.
Thank you for all the reviews I love all the feedback and so sorry this took so long but my mother wants me to study math more because I’m failing. So anyway on to the story:
“Speech”
::Parsletoung::
Thoughts
_________________________________________________
Harry was sitting by the window thinking about how he was going to convince his uncle to take him to London. He really had no idea how he was going to so it. Then he remembered his uncle hated him. So all I have to do is tell him he’ll never see me again. Which he won’t. After this he was never coming back. Dumbledore be damned. His birthday was soon and he would be seventeen then so all he had to do until then was lie low. Now how to get out of here. He thought.
“Boy, get down here.” He heard his uncle called from down the stairs.
“Coming uncle Vernon.” He called back hurrying down the stairs. What does he want now? He wondered.
“Now listen, we’re; that is you aunt, cousin and I are going into London to get some things for Dudley’s school uniform. They have new requirements. I want you to stay here and touch nothing and stay away from the windows!” Great now I’ll be stuck here all alone…wait a minute’ got it!
“Uncle Vernon if you take me to London with you…” But he was cut off by Vernon saying,
“And why would I take you to London?”
“Because you’ll never see me again.” He said. At that his uncle’s eyes brightened in hope.
“You have five minutes. Hurry up!” He snapped. Harry rushed up the stairs to get his things. Looking around at the place that had been his prison for he last five summers he felt an odd type of freedom come over him as he realized he’d never have to come back again. Ever. He thought with a smile.
“Boy, come on we’re leaving. Now!” Vernon roared.
_________________________________________________
“Now, get out we’re here.” And with that his ‘family’ drove away. With a sigh he looked around to realize h wasn’t that far from the leaky cauldron. In fact it was just sown the street. Ironic how that worked out. He thought. Dragging his trunk behind him he walked into the leaky cauldron and asked Tom the barman for a room.
“Here you go.” He said as he opened the door to room eleven and handed the key to Harry.
“Thanks.” Was all the reply he gave. As Tom left him to settle in he looked around. It wasn’t that different from the room he’d stayed in summer before third year. There was a bed in the center of the room pressed to the wall and across that was a desk with a rickety chair. The colors were washed out, some kind of light green/yellow? Perhaps. Oh well it’ll do. Not like I have any choice. Looking around again he spotted a dresser with a mirror.
“Wow where did you get such horrible clothes?” asked a voice coming from the mirror making Harry jump a mile high.
“W-wh-what?” He stammered in shock. Surely that mirror did not just talk? He thought incredulously.
“Yeah hon, it’s the mirror. You know the thing that shows you your reflection?” Said mirror said sarcastically.
“You can talk?” Harry asked not believing his ears.
“Yes Mr. Obvious. Now back to those clothes. Where did they come from? The dumpster?” Mirror asked.
“N-n-o. They were my cousins.” He said somewhat timidly.
“What is he the size of a whale?” Mirror inquired.
Snorting Harry walked over to the mirror and said, “Yeah. Though he may become bigger than a blue whale at the rate he’s going.”
“Listen hon you need to go shopping for clothes that fit. Desperately.” Looking at his reflection he agreed. And while I’m at it I can do something about these glasses.
“I’ll go tomorrow. I’m too tired right now. But you’ll have to help me pick a look. Both muggle and wizard.” He informed. “I have no fashion sense.”
“Obviously.” Mirror said with a snort. If mirrors could snort. “Get some sleep. You’ll need it.”
With that Harry climbed into the bed noting that he and Mirror had been talking for a while as it was now dark. Not bother to change he crawled under the cover and was instantly asleep.
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The next morning Harry woke up bright and early. "Uggggggggg." He groaned.
“Rise and shine.” Sang a voice from across the room. Whose voice is that? He wondered. Then he remembered, I’m not at the Dursley’s anymore.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
A/N: okay I know I said he would get out of there and meet Edward in this chapter but that would be too long and my hands are starting to cramp. It is 2:22 in the am so I am going to bed. I promise the next updated will be sooner.
~Phoenix Serpent