"Is it Worth It?"

All characters belong to JK Rowling...until I introduce others...

Chapter 1: Betrayal

Harry Potter lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling. All the memories from his previous school year were slowly re-playing in his mind. Over and over and over and over again. Nothing Harry could do would ever get those memories out.

Every night since he came back to the Dursley's the incident in the Dept. of Mysteries haunted his dreams. He had watched Sirius's form slowly disappear behind the Veil; Umbridge saying he was a liar; everyone blaming him for everything. Though no one had blamed Harry for Sirius, he knew that sooner or later it would be out. Harry Potter godson of Sirius Black, killed his only refuge.

During the summer, Harry had sank deep into depression. Not even the Dursley's nagging could get him out of it. Letters that he had received from people giving him their condolences were left unopened on his drawer.

Nothing anyone can do to get Harry out of the mess he buried himself in.

"The only thing for me left to do is to finally realize that nothing I could have done would've changed what had happened. This was my lesson, I paid dearly for it. Soon, there will be no more mistakes, no more mess-ups. No more 'Potter do this, Potter do that' everything will change. They screwed enough with my mind, no more. I promise." Harry said to himself before turning and quickly falling asleep. Memories returning full blast.

"Potter! Get your lazy self up and down into the kitchen!" Harry winced as he heard his Uncle's voice ring through the house. "Petunia and I have a score to settle with you!"

"I bet you do!" Harry snarled. He got up and went down stairs.

"Get in here!" His uncle's face was purple from anger. Harry scowled at him.

"Boy, this has gone on for far too long. Do you think you can stay here and eat our food without working for it?!" Vernon snarled.

"Yes." Harry said calmly. He didn't care what the Dursleys said to him or did to him for that matter.

"Are you even listening Boy?!"

"Does it look like I'm listening?" Harry said. He could see his uncle's eyes to narrow in anger, his aunt stared at him, shocked.

"Look, I don't want trouble to reach me here so I'm leaving soon."

"You are not going anywhere! I don't want to be responsible for your absence when your freak friends get here!"

"I really don't care, I'm leaving soon so you better get used to it. I've had enough. No more Boy. I've had to put up with your crap all my life, then I go to Hogwarts and I have to put up with discrimination and with their crap, too. Do you want to know what happened last year? I'll tell you: Voldemort, the Dark Lord is back, he played with my mind, and because I was so stubborn my Godfather died! None of this would have ever happened if I just stayed away from the Wizarding World."

Harry could hardly breathe. He had said all that in one breath, most of it didn't make any sense to the two Muggles, but somehow the message was passed to the Dursleys.

"Now you know. I went through something that no one should ever go through. I was a baby, damn it! I lost everything and I'm not even sixteen!"

"I don't care about your problems as long as you get your chores done that were assigned to you!" Vernon said. Harry glared at him with hate filled eyes.

"That's just it! You are so self centered that you wouldn't even see what is happening around you if it hit you in the face. You would get rid of your own family as long as there's money involved." Harry stood up. Time to get out of this hell hole!

Harry went up stairs and packed his stuff. He grabbed his wand from the desk and went down stairs.

"What did I just tell you?" Vernon asked Harry as he started to levitate his trunk.

"I don't remember."

"Should I jog your memory, then?" Vernon sneered. Harry looked up at him.

"Go ahead and try. You should know that I'm not the same Harry Potter you've known, if you've bothered to get to know me. Time to take my life in my own hands, these manipulations have gone on for far too long. It's my life and I'm the one to say what goes and what doesn't in it. Good bye Dursley, hope to never see you again."

"Harry!" Harry turned around. His aunt was standing behind Vernon and was watching him.


"Harry, I don't think that leaving is a good idea."

"It's not up to you is it?" Harry said coldly.

"Please stay." He looked up at her face. Petunia stood holding onto Vernon's robes, her face unreadable.

Bitch, she's not even sorry! Harry assumed.

"Nice try, good bye." With a half-hearted wave of his hand, Harry walked out of the place which had been his home.

"Potter, where do you think you're going?" Harry swiveled around.

"Hello Mrs. Figg."

"Go back into the house and rethink about what you are going to do." Mrs. Arabella Figg said dangerously.

"I've made up my mind, there's no one to stop me."

" If you don't remember, Dumbledore's got people looking out for you, so be a good boy and return to the house."

"I don't need looking after, I'm old enough to do that myself, now if you'll excuse me..." Harry lifted his wand up and lit it. A huge red decker bus appeared in front of him. The lettering "Day Bus" said on the side. Harry puzzled.

"Welcome to the Day Bus, opposite of the Knight Bus. If you need transportation we can take you anywhere as long as it's on land. My name is Darell Strat. How may I help you?"

"I need a lift to Diagon Alley."

"Alrighty, please step up." Darell took a hold of Harry's trunk and levitated it up on the bus.

"Darell, don't you dare let that boy get on that bus!" Harry growled in rage as Mrs. Figg stepped in front of him.

"Oh, Mrs. Figg, nice to see you again." Darell said happily.

"Harry, don't make a fool of yourself or do something you'll regret."

"Figg, I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't get the hell out of my way I will blast you to Seventh Hell." Harry growled.

"Don't do this, they will find you Harry, you know that. If Voldemort hears you ran away from your relatives he will come after you!" Arabella cried.

"I don't care! Let him come!" Harry pushed her aside and jumped up on the bus.

I want him to come. He thought.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to listen to Mrs. Figg. I can't let you on the bus." Darell said sadly, Harry glowered at him.

He lifted his wand up and pointed it at Darell, " Let me on the bus and take me to Diagon Alley or you will live to regret what you just said."

Darell backed up and into the bus, Harry's wand still trained on him.

"Good bye Mrs. Figg. Tell Dumbledore not to look for me, he won't be able to find me," With a mocking wave Harry smiled at her. Not the usual smile Harry Potter would give, but a cold and calculating smirk that made shivers run up Arabella's spine.

"Harry Potter you have made the biggest mistake of your life."