Going Wild
Going Wild
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EN-US'>Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, not me but hey, girls
can dream, right?
EN-US'>Author’s note: I’m an absolute beginner writing fanfictions, so please
be kind to me. Any comments and also critique are welcome.
don’t be surprised if this turns out to be one.
EN-US'>By the way, English isn’t my first or even second language, so please
excuse any mistakes I make. ;-)
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EN-US'>Summary: After defeating the Dark Lord in his 5th year, life
didn’t exactly become easier for Harry. Now in the summer before the 7th
year begins, we’ll see how he managed to relieve his frustrations.
(possible)
EN-US'>It was the beginning of the last summer holidays before he turned
seventeen. Harry lay on his bed in Privet Drive and listened to the Dursleys
getting ready for sleep. After defeating Voldemort in his fifth year, they had
come to a sort of silent understanding of ignoring each other as much as
possible. Of course this didn’t excuse Harry from his chores that awaited him
each and every summer but at least he was allowed three full meals a day and
Dudley finally stopped harassing him all the time.
EN-US'>So while Harry waited, he pondered the happenings of the last two years.
EN-US'>Two years ago he and his friends had followed Sirius into the Department
of Mysteries in order to get some ominous prophecy. Sirius died while trying to
defend Harry from the Death Eaters who were also interested in the prophecy. In
a big showdown Harry somehow managed to defeat Voldemort by pushing him behind
the Veil. Later he found out that not even the Horcruxes could manage to
retrieve You-Know-Who’s soul, therefore all danger was averted.
EN-US'>After an even greater fall-out with Dumbledore who still was trying to
keep back some information, Harry found out many things that he later on would
wish he never found out.
EN-US'>Among others, Dumbledore in a fit of anger confessed that he had been
paying the Weasley’s and Granger’s a lot of money in order to keep them with
Harry even after they got hurt. To add insult to injury, Harry furthermore got
to know that nearly his whole life had been staged. From his first meeting with
the Weasleys on King’s Cross Station to retrieving the Philosopher’s Stone, everything
had been carefully planned and executed by old Dumbles.
EN-US'>As if this wasn’t enough, our hero also found out that the headmaster
had covered his expenses with Harry’s money, a fact he should bitterly regret
later because said owner of the money got so furious after receiving the truth
that he did everything in his power to make the life of his tormentors
unbearable.
EN-US'>Deciding that he mulled long enough over the past for one evening, Harry
perked up his ears just to make sure that the Dursleys finally were asleep.
EN-US'>Then he jumped up from the bed and changed his clothes. Instead of
wearing Dudley’s old and shabby sweater and tattered jeans, he now sported
baggy black trousers with silver chains and a tight fitting emerald green
t-shirt. Over it he wore a tight black leather jacket. His broken glasses were
long gone because he got an eye-correcting charm after his 5th year
and just two days ago, he went and got a new and stylish haircut. His silky
black hair was sexily tousled with a few green highlights. To finish his
outfit, Harry wore stylish black sneakers with a green lightning on them.
EN-US'>After making sure that Dumbledore really kept his word this time and no
member of the Order of the Phoenix was watching the house, Harry opened the
window and climbed out. He had realized very soon that it was nearly impossible
using magic to escape from his “prison” but using muggle means to get out was actually
quite easy and an ingenious idea considering that wizards often believed them
to be inferior and never thought of such a way to leave the house.
EN-US'>Harry had used this way of getting out all summer long before his 6th
year at Hogwarts started. Therefore he was very proficient in avoiding racket.
After five minutes he had climbed over the roof to the drip rail behind the
house and was sliding down. Then he made his way through the backyard, over the
fence and through the gardens of three different neighbors before he emerged on
a main road remotely distant from his relative’s house.
EN-US'>There he took out his mobile phone and pressed speed dial, when someone
answered the phone he only said “I’m out.”
Not even ten minutes later a black Mercedes drove up and Harry got in.
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EN-US'>To be continued…
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EN-US'>Author’s note: So what do you think? I’m still a bit ashamed to upload
this but I really wanted to write a fanfiction instead of only reading them. Right
now I only have a vague idea on how to continue; if many people decide against
it, it might not even become SLASH. Please
review and tell me what you want!!!