So here is the first installment of the 'Dalilah Potter' series! And I editted it. I don't like reading short chapters, I'm sure as heck not gonna write'em!

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Dalilah Potter scraped her droopy bristled brush over her small teeth quickly. Today was the day that all her misery would finally come to an end. At long last, she was going to run away from her horrible relatives, the Dursleys. You see, the Dursley family weren't what you would call plesent. Consisting of two obese male's who shoveled food into their gullet's faster than Dalilah could cook it, and a skinny female who most likely descends from a line of horses and gossip mongers, it was a most unlikable atmosphere all around. Therefore, after six grueling years, she had summoned up the courage to act upon the plan she'd been devising since she was old enough to say 'wretched'.

She spat into the sink, then quietly so she wouldn't wake anyone up and start chaos, padded to her room. However, she could hardly call it that, as it was smaller than the guest bathroom. Dalilah stuffed assorted clothes, miscellaneous items, and then essentials into a faded pink backpack. Even though the only things she really wanted was a picture she'd stolen from the attic. It was of her mum and some boy with pale skin and black hair. She also stuffed in a tweed cloak, which she'd also found in the attic. At first, she'd been quite tickled by it. Who wore jackets that swept the floor besides Dracula? But then she'd become attached to the old thing. Mostly because of the Dursleys saw it, they'd go purple with rage, and imagining such a sight set Dalilah into a fit of giggles.

By the time she was done, Petunia was screeching for her to start breakfast. Dalilah didn't mind, though. Because she knew that after today, they'd be the ones getting off their behinds to flip pancakes and press down patties. The minute she was done, Dalilah was being ushered out the door, hearing it slam the minute she was out. But again, Dalilah didn't care a bit. She even had the gall to salute the house, before she whirled around and skipped the whole twenty blocks to her elementary school. She waved at the kids who usually sneered and made fun of her. They rolled their eyes at her. Patricia Goodwell, muttered to her friends, "Wierdo." But Dalilah could care less right now. She was in a state of bliss, that no one, not even bullys like them, could interupt.

It was safe to say that she was pretty happy.

The day passed in a blur. Math, literacy, and science ran together, becoming a big jumble of numbers, letters, and animals. Recess was the same as ever, with Dalilah playing alone. During lunch, she stuffed herself, not knowing the next time she'd eat. So when the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, she was a bit shocked at how fast the day had passed. Dalilah walked up to her teacher, Mrs. Goode, and gave her a hug. She returned the hug, albeit a bit surprised, and asked,

"What was that for?"

Dalilah grinned widely and simply answered,

"I'm going to miss you!" Then she ran to the door and out of the classroom. furrowed her brow, but simply dismissed it. Dalilah Potter had always been an odd one. In the hallway, said odd one was sneakily glancing around. No one paid any attention to her, so she tried to walk as casually as possible into the cafeteria, as if she belonged there. Seeing no lunch ladies to reprimand her, Dalilah ran to the freezer and threw it open, stealing a milk carton and a turkey sandwich, then cramming both into her bag. She then scrambled out of the out back into the hallway and out if the building, proud of what she's accomplished. Unsure of what to do, she just wandered aimlessly, relishing her new freedom.

But her happiness was short-lived. She got tired and hungry faster than she'd first thought, even after having her meal of milk and a sandwich. So she set a new priority: finding somewhere to sleep. The neighborhood she was roaming was considered shady, and a tired six year old was easy prey. Most of the houses were old, and were thick with graffiti. If she took shelter close to one of those, someone might see her and...She didn't want to think of what would happen then. Would she be abducted, like in those shows Petunia watched? Would...would someone try to kill her? Then dump her body in a river, never to be found? She shivered, from both the cold and the frightening thoughts jumping around in her head.

In defeat, she slumped onto the ground and hung her head. What was she doing? She couldn't possibly think she could make it on her own, living in the streets. She should just go home, and accept her punishment.

No. She wouldn't go back. Then they'd win. They'd know that they'd broken her. She refused to give them such satisfaction. So, with a new fire lit in her hazel eyes, she looked around. Aha! A ditch! Perfect. And the house next to it seemed to have lights one, so no one would come near it. Unless the person who lived there came out. Stop, She scolded herdelf. Quit thinking like that. She crawled into the small ditch, covered herself in her cloak, and fell into a deep sleep. Dalilah, the poor girl who had such a terrible home life that she ran away at the age of six, fell into beautiful dreamless sleep for the first time.

End of chapter one! How did you like it? Rate and review!