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A/N: I started and posted this story three years ago. Now I'm going through and fixing things. Making it more read-able. God, I was a bad writer then. Maybe I'm still a bad writer now. I don't know, I guess it's up to you to decide. I do have one request though... Please read more than just the first few chapters. I strongly believe it gets better. Thank you.

This story takes place after the 4th Book. For the record, the 5th Book wasn't out yet when I started this. And now the 6th Book is coming out on Saturday! Please read anyway. xoxox Lily Smith

"I'm leaving!" shouted Harry. He bounded up the stairs towards his room and the door slammed behind him, without him even touching it. "Oh great," thought Harry as he threw everything into his trunk. "Now I'm going to get expelled for using magic. I didn't even mean to." He was about to close his trunk when the reason for all his problems burst through the door.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!" screamed Vernon Dursley. He stomped over to Harry and grabbed him. He dragged Harry down the stairs. "I'll teach you to treat us like we're not good enough for you!" They reached the bottom of the stairs. Harry knew where he was going. Uncle Vernon opened the door to the closet under the stairs. He shoved Harry inside. Harry sat down to think about his predicament. Itwas his 15th Birthday and he was in a closet under the stairs. He had gone down to breakfast not five minutes ago.

"Isn't it your birthday?" Dudley had asked. "Did you get anything from those friends at that freak school? Do you have friends?" Harry had gotten something from his friends and from Sirius and Remus, too but he didn't say anything. He didn't want to justify Dudley's comment with a remark. He politely told his aunt that he would finish making breakfast. She just told him not to burn it before sitting down at the table.

"How old are you now? 12? 13?" Uncle Vernon had asked. Harry almost dropped the egg he was about to put in the frying pan.

"I'm 15!" he yelled in a must nastier tone than he intended.

"DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD! WE DIDN'T HAVE TO TAKE YOU IN WHEN THAT FREAK FROM THAT FREAK SCHOOL LEFT YOU ON OUR DOORSTEP, BUT WE DID!" Uncle Vernon's face was turning purple.

"Albus Dumbledore is not a freak! He's a very brilliant and powerful wizard!" Harry shouted. "I'm leaving!"

Now he was sitting in a closet under the stairs. Eventually Ron would worry because Harry didn't respond to his letter. Sirius would worry before Ron, since Harry hadn't writing to him in at least two weeks, but what could they do. Nothing. Dumbledore would send someone when he didn't show up for school, but school didn't start for another month.


"What's the matter, Fawkes?" asked Albus Dumbledore at about the same time Harry was shouting at his uncle. Dumbledore had seen Fawkes act like this only once before; almost two and a half years ago when Harry Potter had shown loyalty to him while in danger in the Chamber of Secrets. Fawkes was making an unholy fuss, jumping from his perch to the window and back. "Is something wrong with Harry?" asked Dumbledore. Fawkes flew to Dumbledore's shoulder and sang. This was always a sign that means "Yes!" Immediately, Dumbledore walked over to his fireplace and magically lit it. He went to his desk and grabbed some Floo Powder. He threw it into the fireplace, called out "Remus Lupin's house!" and jumped in.