The Escape

Cooperation by Fairywm and Smargden
Smargden for storyline
Fairywm for the English writing

A/N: This is a story co-written between Smargden and I. He is the original writer, who asked that we rewrite it together. The original story be found in Swedish on his profile, which is here…. u/923931/ . You should go and give it a look, if you can read it.

We hopefully put together a good tale for you.

I know I should be working on 'The Shock of It All', but I have extreme writer's block on it. I hope to get back to it soon.

Anyway, the first three chapters are really short, but they get longer. Hang on and enjoy the ride.

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Chapter 1 - Prologue

He was sitting quietly in the back of the car on the way home from his fifth year at Hogwarts. It was while Vernon was driving that Harry began to wonder about everything that had happened in the last few years. Voldemort had come back, but the whole ministry had denied it. Which of course led the public to follow. Stupid people and their mob mentality.

Sirius had been Azkaban, right after the first downfall of Voldemort, which the worst place in all of England. He had been thrown in there even though he was innocent. The public once again taking the words of the Ministry. There was no excuse for something like that to happen, since there were many ways of finding the truth in the Wizarding World. No one should slip through the cracks like his godfather had.

It infuriated him that people like Lucius Malfoy, who was a minion that Harry, himself, had seen on Voldemort's side, gotten away scot-free, while Sirius didn't. But Harry knew that there had been hints that the man was a Death Eater during the last war. However, money ruled, and the man had bought his way out. Sirius didn't have that option at the time, what with him mum and grandfather still being alive, and him being an outcast of the Black family.

Money, yes, yes, it all came down to money. And Harry Potter had a great deal of that. Quite a lot actually, but it could never measure up to the Malfoy's. Since his fortune would never compete with that family's monthly payments to a certain Minister, and probably some of the Wizengamot too, Harry stayed away from politics. No, he had better ideas.

He was sitting in this car, going where he hated, because the Headmaster told him he needed to go there for the blood wards. Which Harry knew was a crock, they had never worked. He knew that because in the days that followed the disaster at Department of Mysteries, he had looked up some references in library at Hogwarts. He wanted to know how they were supposed to work. The books stated that it took kindness, benevolence, love, or the equivalent of such emotions were required to make that type of spell work. Family Love, was the main ingredient. Dumbledore had hoped that the Dursleys would give him that. That they would at least count him as family. They didn't, making those wards useless. That andHarry never considered the cupboard under the stairs, or the smallest bedroom in the house at Number 4 Privet Drive, home.

As he stared, pondering out the window, watching the cars go by with a great deal of apathy, he only hoped he didn't get physically beaten again. Not that he couldn't handle it, still he really hoped not. He hadn't even wanted to return to the Dursleys, but Dumbledore ordered him to. He laid any problems that arose on the feet of the old man.