Title: Survival of The Fittest

Hi everyone, Marcielle here! Here is the edited version of the original chapters one and two. They were bothering me so I edited them. I will be going through and editing each chapter and then I will post the courtroom scene. I'm sorry that so many of you have waited for so long but between a full time job and uni at night I haven't had much time to write. Plus, this fanfiction was frustrating me...


Chapter 1: Expelled

Dudley was sitting at the kitchen table, quivering in his seat while Aunt Petunia ran her hand with its long bony fingers through his hair. Clutching Dudley to her chest, Aunt Petunia whispered calming words in his ear as she rocked him back and forth.

However, Dudley was still looking very clammy and green as if he was about ready to throw up the contents of his stomach onto the freshly mopped, tiled floor of the kitchen. So the rocking motion was only making Dudley greener and greener as he tried not to barf all over his mother.

Meanwhile, Uncle Vernon was pacing back and forth across the kitchen in what looked like a combination of worry for his son and anger at 'the freak' only to stop suddenly in front of Harry's waiting frame in the doorway, his face slowly going purple in his rage. Before Harry could do anything to defend himself, Uncle Vernon had already grabbed him by the neck with one of his meaty hands and began manhandling him into the kitchen.

"Let me go," Harry gasped out as he struggled to break out of his Uncle's grip.

Uncle Vernon's fist only closed tighter around his neck in retaliation, "Now, what have you done to my son, boy?" Vernon demanded as he shook Harry by the neck.

Harry was now struggling to breathe, his Uncle's fist slowly strangling him. But his uncle was expecting an answer that Harry couldn't physically give due to the fact that he was being suffocated.

So Uncle Vernon squeezed his hand even tighter about Harry's throat and gave Harry another shake, "I asked you WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON, YOU FREAK?!"

A fuzzy blackness was creeping into Harry's already limited sight and Harry knew he was seconds from passing out due to lack of oxygen. Obviously, his Uncle had forgotten his strength again or he was actually trying to kill Harry...

Eyes widening, Harry flung out his fists and began feebly beating at his Uncle's arm, anything to loosen his Uncle's grip on his throat. However, his Uncle only growled down at him and squeezed his hand even tighter.

Harry was about one second from passing out, so in a last-ditch effort to save himself, Harry closed his eyes and frantically searched inside of himself for that glowing ball of light and warmth that had always helped him as a child while thinking 'help, help me please, please, I'm suffocating, if you don't help me, I'm going to die, please...'

But it wasn't just the glowing ball of light and warmth that was his magic that responded to his plea. From somewhere deep inside him another coil of magic erupted viciously and violently, twining itself around Harry's magic and guiding it to the surface.

Then there was a sharp pulse in the air as Uncle Vernon was flung across the kitchen and smashed into the wall.

"Vernon!" Aunt Petunia screeched as she huddled Dudley tighter to her slight frame, "Vernon, are you alright?!"

Uncle Vernon groaned from his crumpled position on the floor and began trying to stand.

Meanwhile, Harry was on the other side of the kitchen, slumped down on the floor, dragging in desperate gasps of air. 'Thank you, thank you, thank you,' Harry thought over and over as relief and the soothing warmth of his magic surged through him, 'Thank you for saving me, thank you, thank you, thank you.'

Looking up, Harry saw all three of his relatives gazing down at him in a mixture of fear and hatred and it filled him with a surge of resentment. He had just saved Dudley's life from Dementors and his thanks was almost getting killed by his uncle.

"Nothing," said Harry with a glare in his uncle's direction as he shakily got to his feet.

"What was that?" Uncle Vernon asked as he too staggered to his feet.

"I said, nothing," Harry repeated, "I did nothing to Dudley other than save his life."

"And you expect me to believe that do you, boy? After what you just did to me?"

"To be honest? No. I knew perfectly well that none of you would believe me. You never have and I've given up hoping for a miracle with you lot" Harry snapped at his Uncle with a gesture over at Aunt Petunia at the table who was now cleaning up the sick from Dudley's leather jacket with a damp cloth.

With a sharp look at Harry, Aunt Petunia asked, "What did he do to you, Diddy? Was it- was it you-know-what, darling? Did he use- his thing? Did he do what he just did with Daddy?"

Slowly Dudley nodded his head, only to look up from his seat over at Harry, his eyes widening in fear with a hint of malice as they made eye contact.

'He wants me to get in trouble! Even though I saved his ungrateful ass from the Dementors!' Harry thought as he watched his cousin respond to Aunt Petunia's question.

And, as if by magic, the act of nodding his head caused Dudley to spew the contents of his enlarged stomach onto the tiled floor of the kitchen.

'Ha' thought Harry viciously, 'That's what you get for lying, you ungrateful pig.'

"What? You dare use your freakish powers on my son and me?" Uncle Vernon roared as he stormed across the kitchen towards Harry, "THAT'S IT! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR FREAKISHNESS IN THIS HOUSE! YOU ARE LEAVING THIS HOUSE THIS INSTAN-"

But before his Uncle could finish his sentence a screech owl swooped into the room through the open kitchen window with a resounding "SCREECH," narrowly missing the top of Uncle Vernon's head as it soared across the kitchen to perch on the back of one of the kitchen chairs, holding the letter, clutched in its beak, out to Harry for him to take.

Everyone in the room was stunned into silence by the owl's sudden entrance, that is, until Uncle Vernon recovered enough from shock bellow "OWLS!" The well-worn vein in his temple and neck pulsing angrily as he slowly turned a stunningly puce shade in his anger.

Trying to prevent the poor, unfortunate owl from being strangled by his Uncle, Harry dashed over towards the waiting owl to retrieve the letter. Once the envelope had been taken from the bird's beak it flapped its wings, turned gracefully and winged its way back towards the open kitchen window, the tips of its wings just brushing the top of the fridge in its haste to escape the enclosed space of the Dursley Family Kitchen. With the owl flying off across the garden and then out of sight, Harry breathed a sigh of relief only to be stopped by his Uncle shouting, once again.

"OWLS! AGAIN! I WILL NOT HAVE ANY MORE OF YOUR FREAKISHNESS CONTAMINATING THIS HOME! AND THERE WILL BE NO MORE OWLS IN MY HOUSE!" Vernon bellowed as he waddled towards the kitchen window to slam it shut with a resonating "BANG." Meanwhile, Harry was ripping open the parchment envelope and swiftly pulling out the letter inside, his pulse racing frantically as he read the contents of the letter.


Dear Mr. Potter,

We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle. The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand. As you have already received an official warning for a previous offence under section 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 A.M. on August 12th.

Hoping you are well,

Yours sincerely,

Mafalda Hophirk

Improper Use of Magic Office

Ministry of Magic


'This cannot be happening' Harry thought as he began to read the letter through a second time. As he was reading he was becoming steadily paler and paler until he reached the end of the letter for a second time. 'This is real. This is really happening' He thought as his brain and body began to become icy and numb. He vaguely could hear his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia talking both, to each other and to Dudley in the background. One fact seemed to penetrate Harry's self-induced shell of shock and numbness like a bullet, 'I've been expelled from Hogwarts.' He numbly thought, 'Hogwarts, my home... gone. It's all over... everything. I can never go back... I'll never see Hermione or Ron or even bloody Malfoy ever again...' Harry thought as vicious panic began to spread through his veins like fire, igniting any happy thoughts or memories as it burned through his soul.

'Maybe they will let me stay at Hogwarts and be Hagrid's assistant.' Harry thought as he remembered the time, back in his first year at Hogwarts when he thought that he would be expelled for saving Neville's Remembrall from Malfoy. His stomach once again twisted in discomfort at the idea of trailing behind Hagrid, carrying his bag. 'Oh, Merlin! What am I going to do?' he thought, 'How will I escape Voldemort if I can't use magic...'

That last thought caused an avalanche within his mind. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand. That was what the letter had said. There was only one thing that he could do, he would have to run.

'Perhaps I can be on the run with Sirius...' his mind plotted as the severity of the situation slowly sunk in. 'It doesn't matter where I go as long as I am not here when they come to destroy my wand.' Because there was one thing that he knew for certain: there was no way in hell he was letting anyone snap his wand. He would die without it and whether he was at Hogwarts or outside it, he needed his wand if he wanted any chance at surviving the upcoming fight against Voldemort.

With these thoughts rushing through his head, Harry sprinted out of the kitchen and into the hall to the sound of Uncle Vernon shouting, "Where do you think you're going?" Leaping up the stairs, two at a time Harry reached his room in record time listening as his Uncle became more enraged. "I haven't finished with you, boy! Get back here and explain how my son got like this!"

Even an outsider could tell that this room either held many secrets or something dangerous by the numerous padlocks and deadbolts on the door and the small cat-flap located at the base of the door. The cat-flap had been put in by his Uncle in the beginning of the summer before Harry's second year at Hogwarts and it was usually used by his Aunt to push the scraps which were his meals, through the door.

Bolting through the door to his room Harry began to gather what very few possessions that he owned and stuff them, unceremoniously, into the old backpack that Dudley had gotten for his thirteenth birthday and then had ripped a week later. The backpack had been left in Harry's room the summer before his third year, when Aunt Petunia graciously gave it to him to fix. However, a week later, the backpack had still not been asked for and Harry decided to keep it instead.

Harry first rummaged through the small cupboard in his room, pulling out the few clothes that still fit him and did not make him look anorexic in his cousin's whale-skin version of clothing. 'Should I bring wizarding robes?' Harry wondered as he was trying to pick the few clothes that he would bring with him. 'Nah, I need to blend in with the Muggles if the Ministry is going to be after me,' and with that thought Harry proceeded to stuff two pairs of jeans, two T-shirts and a jumper into the waiting backpack.

Harry then rushed over to his broken and slightly crooked desk to retrieve his school books. 'At least this way I will have something to learn, even if I have been expelled,' Harry thought as he scooped up his school books and placed then next to the backpack. "Crap," said Harry when he realised that not all of his textbooks would fit inside the small backpack.

'I'm such an idiot.' Harry thought when it occurred to him. 'Duh, magic' and with that thought Harry got off the floor and began shrinking his textbooks and clothes.

"HOOT," Hedwig hooted from her cage on Harry's desk.

"Yes, I know girl. Just a second," Harry said as he finished packing his, now shrunken school books into the backpack. "Alohomora," said Harry, unlocking the padlock on Hedwig's cage. "We have to go girl. I've been expelled from Hogwarts. Do you think you could go and stay with Hermione for a little bit?" Harry asked Hedwig as she hopped out from her cage and onto his extended arm.

"hoot," replied Hedwig as she climbed up his arm and proceeded to nibble affectionately on his earlobe.

"Thanks, girl," said Harry, smiling at the understanding that Hedwig was showing. "I really wish I could bring you with me but I think it would look odd for an ordinary person to have a snowy owl in the Muggle world." Harry said as he opened the window. With one last affectionate nibble on the ear, Hedwig was shooting out the window and gliding away into the night. "Goodbye, girl," whispered Harry into the never ending darkness.

Forcing himself to turn from the window, Harry returned to packing. Once everything was, once more, snugly inside the backpack, Harry moved over to his bed, only to crawl to his knees and reach below his bed. For underneath Harry's bed there was a group of loose floorboards that Harry had loosened further over the years so that he could place his treasures within the new hidey-hole.

From beneath the floorboards Harry pulled out his father's invisibility cloak, his photo album that Hagrid had given him and a pouch full of galleons. With these treasures in hand Harry closed his hidey-hole, placed the photo album and galleons in the backpack and wrapped the invisibility cloak around his shoulders and pulled the hood up, becoming fully invisible.

Now invisible, with the backpack on his back, under the cloak as well, Harry ran over to his school truck to rummage through it to pull out his shrunken Firebolt. 'Is that everything?' Harry thought as he enlarged his broom and looked around his room for the last time, 'Yep, I think that's everythi-'

However, before he could finish this thought a ruffled-looking barn owl flew in through his open window and landed at the edge of his desk. Harry shared at the bird in shock, "Errol?" Harry questioned as he crossed his bedroom to retrieve the small roll of parchment that was tied to the bird's leg. Once Harry had untied the cord that held the letter to Errol's leg, the owl flapped its wings and flew out the window, once more.

Unfurling the second message of the evening with trepidation, Harry began to read the parchment which was appeared to be written quite hastily in a messy, blotched handwriting.


Harry –

Dumbledore's just arrived at the Ministry and he's trying to sort it all out. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. DO NOT DO ANY MORE MAGIC. DO NOT SURRENDER YOUR WAND.

Arthur Weasley


'A little bit late for the note, don't you think? I've already done more magic and what the hell will Dumbledore be able to do? The Ministry, has never liked me and does he really think that I would be so stupid, to surrender my wand to anyone?' thought Harry as he finished the letter.

Harry's mind was racing... He could run for it and risk being captured by the Ministry, or stay put and wait for them to find him here. "Not much of a choice really," said Harry as he, once again, picked up his backpack, pulled on his invisibility cloak, took his wand out of his back pocket and walked out the door of his bedroom for what he hoped was the last time.


Harry's mind was firmly focused on one idea as he calmly walked down the stairs, 'Out of a choice between a life on the run with my wand and life without my wand only to die at Voldemort's hand because I can't defend myself... I'll choose the life on the run, thanks.' Wrapped in his invisibility cloak with a silencing charm on himself, Harry slowly made his way down the stairs and towards the front door only to find his way blocked by the towering form of Uncle Vernon as he walked out of the kitchen. It was clear to Harry that his Uncle had no idea that he was merely feet in front of him and that if his Uncle continued to walk up towards the stairs he was going to collide with Harry's descending form.

"BOY! GET BACK HERE, THIS INSTANT!" Vernon bellowed up the stairs, not knowing that he was actually shouting directly in Harry's face.

"Holy Shit," Harry swore as his Uncle's loud voice caused his ears to ring. However, thanks to the silencing charm that Harry had placed upon himself before he left his room, Uncle Vernon had not heard a sound.

Hearing no response to his shout, Vernon began to trudge up the stairs of number four, Privet Drive, completely oblivious to his invisible nephew who was scrambling out of the way as fast as Harry could possibly move and proceeded to squish himself up against the wall in order to escape brushing against his Uncle's portly form as it ascended the staircase.

Once Vernon passed Harry's squished figure, Harry bolted down the remaining stairs and approached the front door. 'Wait, Crap, Aunt Petunia would hear the door as it opened,' Harry thought as he pulled his hand away from the doorknob and changed his mind. 'I'll go out the back door instead.'

Turning around, Harry swiftly walked past his old bedroom, the cupboard under the stairs, and walked into the kitchen. Still sitting at the kitchen table was Dudley, looking as clammy and pale as ever. Aunt Petunia was continuing to fuss over her precious baby as they waited for dear Uncle Vernon to return dragging the freak. "I am so glad that I am out of here." Harry whispered happily to himself, "You were such a pathetic excuse for a family." And with that final thought Harry picked up one of the dishes on the counter and threw it across the room where it smashed into the wall.

"AAHHH," screamed Aunt Petunia in fright when she heard the sound of the dish smashing as it made contact with the wall. "VERNON! HELP! THE BOY IS CAUSING FREAKISH THINGS TO HAPPEN AGAIN!" Aunt Petunia shrilly screeched as she clutched Dudley to her thin frame and looked frantically at the doorway to the kitchen hoping that Uncle Vernon would come to her rescue.

"Truly pathetic..." said Harry as he walked to the sliding door at the back of the kitchen. Opening the door silently, his Aunt still looking fearfully at the doorway and the sound of his Uncle thundering down the stairs, Harry slipped outside into the back yard.

"THE FREAK IS NOT IN HIS ROOM!" shouted Vernon as he barged into the kitchen.

"You don't think he cursed the house and left do you?" Petunia whimpered as she clutched Dudley's large frame to her breast.

"Good riddance if he has," said Vernon, approaching his wife and son.

Harry could watch no longer, they sickened him too much for his poor abused stomach to bear. "The faster I'm gone from here, the less likely that Ministry Officials will catch me," Harry said to himself as he sprinted across the Dursley's back yard and vaulted himself over the back fence and into the neighbour's yard. Landing on the other side in a crouch, Harry sprung, once more to his feet and continued to sprint across the Dursley's neighbour's back yard until he reached a gate that led to the main road. Leaping over the gate with a well-placed hand, Harry entered the street behind Privet Drive. Taking a quick breath, Harry pulled his shrunken Firebolt out of his pocket and said the growth charm, "Engorgio" pointing his wand at his Firebolt it began to grow until it was once more at its regular size. Swinging his small frame over the handle of his Firebolt, Harry kicked off from the ground and soared off into the night.

Harry's plan was to follow the motorway until he reached London where he would find a Muggle motel to stay at for the night. After that, though he had no real idea what he was going to do. 'I suppose I could go find Sirius...' thought Harry as he followed the glittering lights of the motorway, gliding ever closer to London.

'No, I can't do that.' Harry thought, dismayed, 'First of all, I have no idea where Sirius is and second of all, he would probably give me straight to Dumbledore.' These thoughts and thoughts similar to them continued to plague his mind as he flew towards London in the chilly night air. However one thought was especially prominent in the tidal wave that inundated his brain, 'What the hell am I going to do now?'


Meanwhile in London in the depths of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore was frantic. However you wouldn't know it by looking at him. For, once more, his smiling, twinkle-eyed, grandfatherly mask was firmly in place as he tried to convince Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, not to snap one, Harry Potter's wand, expel him from Hogwarts or send him to Azkaban as the Minister was currently ranting about at the moment. 'You idiotic boy' Albus thought as he tried to calm the Minister. 'How on earth am I going to get you out of this mess?' Albus mentally snarled as he thought of the upcoming battle of wits against the Wizengamot that he would have to face, simply to prevent his weapon from being sent to Azkaban Prison. 'The things I sacrifice for the Greater Good' was the last thought that Dumbledore had before he fully immersed himself in the upcoming battle.