Author: Batsutousai PM
Abandoned on the streets of London, 16 year old Harry Potter must find a way to survive. What's the Boy Who Lived to do? –Harry/Voldemort, OOC, AU, postOotP, nonHBP compliant– BEING REDONE!Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Humor - Harry P. & Tom R. Jr. - Chapters: 48 - Words: 265,689 - Reviews: 3,239 - Favs: 3,474 - Follows: 635 - Updated: 07-03-05 - Published: 08-27-04 - Status: Complete - id: 2032067
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Beta: magickmaker17(and me for the added bits)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.). This also has mentions of child abuse. Perhaps a bit mild… NOT HBP COMPLIANT!
Disclaim Her: -runs around the basement with her bug spray can- If I owned Harry Potter, do you think I'd be doing this myself? -glares- Don't you DARE answer that!
A/N: This would be the first chapter of Abandon, rewritten. I'm going kinda slow - writing this at the same time as other fics and I'm currently sharing a computer with my mum and sis.
All original A/Ns will remain, with any luck, so you'll know what crack I was on when I was originally writing the chapter. If you want the original copy of any chapter, let me know - I've got them saved around here somewhere... -sweatdrop-
I've added a bit of a back-story to this chapter, so you get a bit of an idea of what's actually going on. Mayhap. XD
Original A/N: Bare with the odd writing style, please? I'm doing this from Harry's point of view, but it's third person, kinda like the books themselves. It's gonna be weird, but it SHOULD get better. I'm just far too tired right now….
One - Skip the Beginning of the Story...
Harry Potter sat in his bedroom at Number Four Privet Drive quietly. He was staring out the window at the backyard.
Harry's cousin, Dudley Dursley, and his best mate, Piers Polkiss, were running back and forth over a sprinkler in the yard - trying to keep cool in the summer heat. Harry mentally cursed them for their lack of worry - he could never relax like that, not with Voldemort on the loose.
Indeed, Voldemort always seemed to be at the top of Harry's list of worries. It didn't help that he hadn't a thing to do and no one from the Order of the Phoenix had been in contact with him since his school, Hogwarts, had let out for the summer almost a week ago. Previous to the last summer, that wouldn't have been a surprise, but last year he was given some training by the Order to help him in the war against Voldemort. Without the training, Harry felt that he might just have gone insane. He hoped that wouldn't happen this summer.
Not even the Daily Prophet - the main paper of the Wizarding world - could hold Harry's attention anymore. The articles in it were filled with Voldemort's deeds - attacks on both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds filled every page - but the Muggle newspaper and, in fact, the news on the TV were both much the same. It was all things he'd heard about before, just from a different, more knowing perspective. After a while, even he was sure to get bored of it.
Harry tugged his wand out of his pocket and stared at it for a long moment, before he started tapping it on the window sill. He wondered how Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley - his two best friends - were doing. He wondered how all of the members of the DA were feeling. Did they blame themselves, as he blamed himself, for the deaths of two of their numbers that past school year? Did they read the paper everyday and watch the news as he did?
Harry glanced over at the small memorial he'd set up for the four fellows he'd watched fall to Voldemort's people. Pictures of Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black, Cho Chang, and Marietta Edgecombe stared back at him. Cedric was smiling at him reassuringly while Cho looked like she was about to cry and Marietta scowled at him; she'd never liked him. Sirius was grinning happily, looking like he was ready to prank anyone who came up next to him. A small picture frame sat next to the memorial, the happy faces of Harry's parents smiling out at him from it. A batch of freshly picked flowers from his Aunt Petunia's garden sat in front of the memorial and picture frame.
"BOY!" came a shout from downstairs.
Harry sighed and put his wand back in his pocket. He checked that his Invisibility Cloak was in his other pocket, then smiled over at where his owl, Hedwig, sat in her cage. "I'll be back soon, okay, girl?" he told her gently.
Hedwig hooted at him sadly - she was only allowed out once per night to hunt, Uncle Vernon's orders - and ducked her head back under her wing to sleep some more.
Harry grimaced and left his room to find out what his aunt wanted. He doubted it would be good.
Harry didn't even know why they were out. Just him and Aunt Petunia. Out in London.
His aunt said she'd needed some things, but the only things they'd gotten so far had been things they could have gotten down the street from the house or they'd had plenty of.
Not that Harry was going to question the trip. Oh, no. He liked being let out of the house. He slipped a hand into his pocket and felt better when his fingers brushed over his wand and Invisibility Cloak.
"Get me some of those grapes, boy," Petunia grumbled, pointing to where there was a stand of fresh fruits across the street. "Get me plenty!"
"I don't have any money to get them with, Aunt Petunia," Harry pointed out, somewhat amused by his aunt's forgetfulness.
Petunia glared at her nephew for a long moment before pulling a few bills from her purse and stuffing them into his hand. "There."
Harry nodded and crossed the street to the stand. He was quite happy to see he could get "plenty" of grapes and still have enough change to pocket for later. Not that he liked stealing, but this was his aunt. He figured he deserved an allowance from the family every once and a while.
Snape was starting to wear off on him, damnit.
Harry bought the grapes and turned to return to where he'd left his aunt.
She wasn't there.
She wasn't anywhere is sight.
Harry Potter had just been abandoned in London.
A/N: -cackles- New fic idea. I went to my sis for a plot bunny, and this is what she handed me. Kinda fun, really. We'll see where this goes. It's supposed to end up as a Harry/Tom, but you never know when it comes to these things… -sighs-
Til next chappie!
First Posted 08/27/04