Chapter 1: The Thief

Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter nor will I in the foreseeable future. All of JKR's stuff is hers.

AN: My English sucks don't go too hard on me. I will try and get better with time3

Uncle Vernon called out, "Commere Brat." Harry wearily walked over to his gargantuan uncle knowing that he was lucky if he got away with being cuffed around the ears.

"Yes sir," Harry said as contritely as possible in as pitiable a voice he could manage, knowing that if he could appease his uncle's vain beliefs in his superiority then he might end up in a stable condition.

"In your hole, you little horror," His uncle yelled as he grabbed Harry and threw him in his tiny room and slammed the door behind him, drawing the bolt. Harry flew into the room and bounced on his bed.

'Well that wasn't so bad' Harry thought propping himself up on his bed. As he sat there he cupped his hands together, focused hard, and conjured a light in his right hand. Then he reached under a discarded shirt and picked up a book of Dudley's that he had liberated. Why the fat boy wanted the book on medicine was beyond anything he could think of, he doubted the kid had ever gotten past tearing off the plastic wrapping and price sticker.

Harry had discovered his powers some time ago when he started analyzing all the strange things that kept happening to him. When he came to the conclusion that he could use some sort of power (or that he was just bat shit crazy) and then he decided that he would have to learn to control it. From his observations, his mystical powers came to his aid whenever he was in great need usually in danger. His power was amazing it would help by lessening the force behind a blow, teleporting him to the roof away from his cousin's pack of miscreants, or regrowing his hair after his aunt cut it all off.

It had taken him a while to get anything to happen but eventually he managed to lift a feather into the air with his power then just recently he managed to make light appear. He tried to expand his abilities with his power but so far his efforts were discouraging. He knew that there had to be others out there with powers like his and judging from the reaction of his aunty and uncle probably one or maybe even both of his parents.

Harry heard the door slam as the Dursleys left the house Harry was hungry, usually he managed to sneak some food into a bag or wrap it in a table linen and throw it in with the rubbish then when he took the garbage out he would grab the container and eat the food. The Dursleys though were going out to eat today though which they had been doing more and more of recently. He probably looked too gleeful while fixing dinner and they thought he might be spiting in their food or perhaps the fat oaf had procured a promotion. Now he would have to wait tell tomorrow to get some grub. His stomach squealed at the thought and he bit on his lip to distract himself with the pain. He wondered if anyone else was in a situation like his. 'When I am free of this hell hole I should write a guidebook for the subjugated individuals. I already have the material for the first four volumes. Requirement number one: Have magical powers.'

The hours stretched along and he finished up a section on the integumentary system before the Dursleys had returned and from the sounds of it gone to bed. The problem was that they left the bolt drawn and he couldn't open the door he smiled at the thought of the seizure his aunt might have if he had to make water. With the sounds from his belly reminding him of his missed meals he wondered if he could move the bolt through the door.

Harry forced the power out from his hand willing the bolt to move, it didn't work. 'Hell, WHY won't this bloody bolt move' he thought as he tried to make it bend to his will. Five minutes later and a pool of sweat later an irritated and more emotional Harry let out an exasperated, "MOVE" as he swatted his hand through the air. *Click* He smirked and let out an exasperated sleigh as he heard the bolt come to rest in the unlock position. 'I did it,' he thought, 'note to self: my powers seems to respond better to verbal commands, now to grab some victuals before I waste away to skin and bones."

Tip-toeing and trying to avoid the creaky floorboards he crept in the direction of the kitchen. Grabbing a slice of bread he opened the refrigerator and seized some cheese, yogurt, and some bacon left over from breakfast he headed back towards his cupboard. Snickering to himself at the success of his endeavor he walked around the corner food first into Aunt Petunia. "Shit".

"You ungrateful little freak" she hollered "what are you doing stealing from us you nasty piece of shit." She slapped him claws raking across his face causing small droplets of red to appear upon his skin. Grabbing him by the lapel, adrenalin pumping through her system, she dragged him into the hall and hurled him back into the cupboard. His aunt threw with more force than his uncle had and he slammed into the wall before sliding onto the bed his body shaking in shock.

Vernon stomped down stairs carrying his shotgun and yelled, "What the nine hells is going on down here!"

"It's that ungrateful RAT," screamed the Rat, her voice raising an octave higher with each successive word, "was trying to steal our food and Kami knows what else!"

"Why I ought to murder that little bugger." Bellowed Vernon, as the blood rushed to his face and his entire body started to quake, as he stormed to the cupboard. Flinging the door open and slamming it against the stairs he yelled, "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THAT YOU CAN STEAL FROM ME YOU LITTLE FREAK. WE TOOK YOU IN WHEN YOUR WORTHLESS PICE OF SHIT PARENTS WENT AND GOT THEMSELVES KILLD, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US?" Vernon started to strike the kid and slap him about.

After beating the boy bloody, Vernon, breathing heavily with his face looking like a beat, waddled over to his armchair and slumped down in it mumbling about exterminating vermin. Petunia entered a moment later and taking the seat. "Honey dear, why don't we get rid of the brat. We could take him to London and leave him there, to where they would take my freak of a sister. No respectable person deserves to be ladled with such a freak and our poor little Dudkins wouldn't have to be exposed to him any longer." Petunia smirked at the end feeling quite satisfied with her plan to get rid of the nuisance.

A glint appeared reflecting the fires of determination that were kindled in the depths of a blackened soul, "Yess my love, we will rid ourselves of this blot on our lives and be free of the whelp at last."

Harry woke to an earthshattering headache, a swollen throat, and his entire upper body tender and slightly numb. 'Dam, he got me good this time,' he laughed to himself. He thought of his options, stay, die, or leave. In the past staying was the most viable option due to the fact that he was becoming better at manipulating them he could milk the situation to his advantage, if he was careful about it, but after last night he wasn't so sure. He didn't know why but Petunia Dursley had closed up even more around him lately but as he grew older, she seemed to have lost whatever it was before that had kept it in check. No, staying here was out of the question he might die soon if he did. Death was not an option either. If he just rolled over and died then that would just make them happy and there was a fat chance he would do that. No, the best option was to leave. When he was younger he had often thought of running away but he decided that if he escaped he might end up in a worse situation or dead and even then that wasn't appealing.

Now he had to plan his escape. First he organized his essential items; around fifty pounds he had managed to hide away, a kitchen knife, and the book he had been reading he wrapped them all in one of Dudley's old coats he would grab more things from around the house on his way out maybe scratch the car outside to annoy them. He sat back tried to see if he could direct his power on healing himself defiantly a useful skill to have if he was going to end up half dead all the time.

As the house woke up and around him Harry wondered if the enemy would try and finish what they had started. As he herd the bolt slide across the door he backed against the wall ready for any attack. Blinded by the sudden influx of light he heard, "Get you slimy nickers out here were taking you to where you belong." Knowing that anywhere would be better than here he grabbed his bundle and followed his uncle was leading him.

Pulling out of private drive he smiled as he saw all the prim yards fly by. 'Uncle is going to help with escape. Wherever he is taking me if I don't like it ill just run', he thought running through the possible destinations. 'Once I am free I will need to find a method of procuring money or at least some food.' The thought of himself starving to death from lack of food was a daunting thought. He was willing to do quite a few things to keep that from happening, even if they weren't quite legal. Determination shone from his death green eyes as he accepted that he would have to do things that he previously considered wrong to survive. For the most part, he had refrained from stealing from other people (the Durslys didn't count) but now he was determined to survive even if he had to do something he thought of as bad.

Harry eyed his uncle wondering where he was taking him and why that crazy glint never left his Uncles eyes. 'Usually, he would have complained a bit more about how the government was out to destroy the lives of its innocent hard-working inhabitants by blaming them for something. Whatever made him happy must be truly nasty I wonder if he somehow found a way to sell me into slavery. If it wasn't for my dam curiosity I would have run by now," thought harry as he looked out the window. Taking our his knife he scratched into the back of his uncles seat "THE FREAK WAS HERE" 'something for them to remember me by' he thought satisfied with his work.

They passed Cinemas, bookstores, and a music shop and stopped by a dingy looking pub when a dazed looking Vernon mumbled "Well she said this was the place," he said looking around with a disgruntled star. Curiosity killing him Harry dared to venture a question.

"The place for what?" Harry queried Hoping that the question was innocuous enough not to warrant a clout. This was his first trip to London and so far it hadn't been so bad too many good things had happened with nothing to remind him of the reality of the situation.

Vernon looked at harry his eyes gleaming. "Boy, we have taken care of you for far too long after your stunt last night it would seem that you would do better here in London," Vernon gave his most amiable smile, "If you promise we will never see you again then I'll give you this one hundred pound note." With that he pulled out a crisp looking note and held it out to the boy.

Harry was stunned. He never dreamed that they would throw him out not that he wouldn't put it past them but he always thought they were to law abiding to think about doing something like this. To them though Harry wasn't human so no matter how they treated him it didn't matter because he was less than them. 'Well things got just a little bit easier, but I wonder why they took me here of all places?' His mind processing the new information Harry took a step forward and snatched the note. "Why here instead of some other place?" Asked harry looking at his uncle's face looking for any sign that might betray his intentions.

"Listen here; this is where they have freaks like you. Don't go whining to me about it because it is your own dam fault." Confused Harry backed away from his Uncle his survival sense warning him to stay away from his angry uncle kicking in. That decided it for him he wasn't going to put up with this bullshit any more. "All right lets never speak see or hear from each other again," Harry spoke with more confidence than he had felt before his own fire lighting in his own eyes. He felt elated he was flying among the clouds, he was free!

Vernon's face cleared and he turned around walking with a spring in his step. It had been nine years since that little demon spawn had appeared and now at last they had broken ties with each other. 'Now, that I won't have to support that brat we will have more money fresher air and a fuller life why didn't we do this sooner.'

Mr. Dursley came home as fast as he could feeling younger than he had in years. Petunia ran from the front door into his arms. "Darling, can we live our lives at last?"

"Yes, and because we are finally starting to live at last I have decided to move to a home, one that has never been tainted by the freak."

"Darling!" Ms. Dursley cooed falling on the floor weeping tears of joy.