Life was never really fair for a boy named Harry Potter. At 15 years old he lived in a home where he was not wanted, being cast aside was something he was familiar with. Despite the monthly payments from Harry's parents estate for his upkeep he was still treated like he wasn't human. His aunt and uncle made it a point to tell him he was a burden and unwanted. He was not going to take it anymore. He moved around his small room packing the few things that were valuable to him. He had just come back from his appointment at the bank with the goblins. Fury swirled inside him and it was all he could do to contain it.

The secrets that Dumbledore insisted on keeping meant that he never knew he should never have been tried for underage magic as he was already considered an adult because of the triwizard competition. He was so busy worrying about losing his control over Harry he kept Harry in the dark not giving him a chance to make informed choices. He made the decision to get away from the wizarding world and changed all of the money that his parents left him and what Sirius left him into muggle money before placing it in a bottomless trunk provided by the goblins who were only too happy to help him as he sold them everything that was not liquidated. That meant all the land the blacks and Potters owned. He didn't need it and he couldn't use it where he was going. He wanted to buy a place of his choice. He did save the furniture from the home of his ancestors, portraits, jewellery and some other bits and bobs to remind him of where he came from. He was not going to hang around and fight for a society that was treating him like a criminal when he had done nothing wrong. It was time for a clean slate and he had the resources to do it.

The last straw was knowing that Dumbledore knew about his mistreatment by the Dursleys and did nothing to help make his life more bearable. He didn't think it was too much to ask to have someone check on him once in a while to make sure the Dursleys were behaving. He felt a vindictive justification when he stopped the money going to the Dursley's and told them to ask for proof that the money was spent on his upkeep. If the Dursleys could not do this they were to return all the money they were receiving with interest. As the money was the Dursley's biggest income this would also mean no matter what happens they would no longer have the easy life they were enjoying at his expense. Harry didn't care what happened to Dudley. Despite them getting on better ever since the dementors he had never actually apologised or shown any remorse for making Harry's life a living hell. Harry cast a truth spell on the house before he left. The Dursleys would not be able to lie their way out of trouble the way they had done when they blamed him for Dudley's misdeeds. There was no justification for the things they did to him. They deserved everything they got.

The Dursleys were out and would not be back till that evening. Harry made his way into the one place he was never allowed to enter, the attic. He made sure that he had the trunk he was leaving with all packed and shrunk in his pocket. A silent alohomora took care of the lock on the attic door. The door opened to a huge space filled with things that the Dursley's did not want to throw away. Harry felt his heart clench as he realised that there was a place they could have let him stay instead of the cupboard under the stairs if they truly hated the thought of him in one of their bedrooms. Despite the old furniture and trunks in there was still plenty of space that they could have given him. He cleared his mind of the past and walked towards a trunk he noticed with his mother's name on it. It opened at his touch, inside was a letter with his name on it. He felt renewed fury towards the Dursleys for keeping this from him. The magic on the trunk probably prevented them from getting rid of it and he was willing to bet it would have moved to any place he called home. Reaching in, he took the letter and opened it. His mother beautiful handwriting covered the page and for a while all he could do was look at it as he thought about what he lost. Snapping out it he started to read it…