Harry Potter and the Bookworm (For Cheeki)
It was nearly midnight and the moon shone brightly in the dark shy, illuminating Privet Drive; most of the residents were already fast asleep in their beds except for a small raven haired boy at 4 Privet Drive, he was sitting cross-legged on his bed in the cupboard underneath the stairs while he diligently checked everything that he had placed in his backpack; it was filled with clothes, which were two sizes too big for his small frame, some snacks and a few toys.
His emerald eyes shone with unshed tears as he gently slipped his backpack over his right shoulder, while he glanced around his 'bedroom', he quickly grabbed a few drawings that he had made and folded them into small squares before shoving them into his pocket. As the clock in the hallway continued to tick away, the young boy picked up a flash-light and tested it; wincing as it shone brightly in his eyes, he quickly turned it off and blinked a few times attempting to clear his vision before tightening the strap around his wrist.
"This is it" Harry whispered to himself, taking a deep breath as he gently pushed the door open and cautiously stepped out into the silent hallway, the old floorboards creaking underneath his weight; although he was lucky as his family were quite heavy sleepers, his brother and uncle especially who were usually only roused from their slumber by the smell of bacon or sausages.
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A few moments later, Harry stood outside the house which had been his home for the past seven years; blinking back further tears and wiping his sniffling nose with the back of his hand. He glanced up the street towards a neighbours house; Mrs Figg who had looked after him once or twice, he considered asking if she would look allow him to stay, in return for housework but he quickly dismissed the idea because he knew that she would probably send him back to the Dursleys and then he would really be in trouble.
Instead, the resourceful young boy slowly started to make his way towards the local park where he had spent many a sunny summer day, he knew there was a bus stop there which could take him into the town centre and he could easily plan his next move from there; after all, anywhere had to be better than the Dursleys.
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