It's confirmed, I officially have the worst luck in the universe.
Harry sat on the top of the roof of the school kitchens, where he was currently being yelled at by about a half dozen different adults. After Miss White had sent him out to recess, Dudley and his many friends had begun another round of Harry hunting.
They had all chased him around the school for a solid ten minutes while the rest of the class watched with amusement. It didn't seem to register to any of them that the game would likely end with Harry lying on the floor in pain, curled up in a fetal position; or perhaps it did, and they simply didn't care.
Either way, Harry had eventually chosen to jump behind one of the large trash cans outside the kitchen doors, desperately hoping to get away from Dudley and his horrible friends.
To Harry's surprise (as well as everyone else's), he somehow gotten his wish. He had suddenly appeared, sitting on the chimney of the school right above the kitchens.
Miss White had been incredibly annoyed at him when she saw him, and didn't seem to care when Harry yelled that he had been chased by Dudley and his gang. The headmistress of the school didn't care much either, especially not after she had been forced to call the fire department to get him down.
"Alright, son, just give me your hand!" said one of the firemen. He was standing in a basket, which was connected to a ladder on top of the fire truck.
At least he doesn't hate me.
Not that it meant much, considering that Harry had just met him. It meant even less considering that he would soon likely be sent home, probably to be locked in his cupboard once more.
A ten year old Harry slowly made his way through the Railview Hotel with the Dursleys, making their way down to one of the restaurants. The last week had been a rather wild one for Harry, one that was filled with ups and downs.
Over the course of the week, Harry had received hundreds of letters from someone, though he hadn't yet found out who, as Uncle Vernon wouldn't allow him to get the letters. It frustrated Harry greatly; never in his life had anyone wanted to so much as look his way, and when finally there was someone who quite clearly wanted to talk to him, he wasn't allowed to even find out who it was.
On the other hand, the week had introduced dozens of things to Harry that he had never experienced before. After hundred of letters suddenly shot through the house via the fire place one Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon had forced them to pack their bags. He had then driven them to all sorts of strange places, successfully convincing both Harry and Dudley that he had gone mad.
Regardless, the experience had felt like a sort of road trip to Harry, which he quite liked. When they had finally stopped at the Railview Hotel, Harry found he rather liked the place. It wasn't lavish by any means, but it was certainly much better than what he had at Privet Drive, even if he was forced to sleep on the couch.
The skies of Cokeworth, the small town where the Railview Hotel was located, were a beautiful pure white. Harry decided he quite liked the way the clouds completely covered the sky. It looked to him like a blank canvas, a sort of fresh start. The beauty of the blue skies that most others seemed to enjoy simply could not compare.
It was made even better by the fact that Dudley absolutely hated the place. Harry's overweight cousin did not at all like the white skies, nor did he enjoy the amenities of the hotel. He often complained that it was hard for him to play games on his computer, and that the food at the restaurant wasn't very tasty.
Harry, however, very much enjoyed the food at the restaurant. It was much, much better than the food Aunt Petunia hastily cooked up for him, that was for sure. In fact, the only foods Harry had eaten that were better than the restaurant's were the meals he prepared himself.
Over the years Harry had spent in Privet Drive, he had rarely been allowed to eat any of the meals he cooked even though he had to cook for the Dursleys every day. He had occasionally stolen leftovers from the Dursley's plate, sometimes even sneaking out of his cupboard at night to cook something. That, however, occurred only once a month at best, and therefore did not satisfy Harry much.
Harry happily sat down at the table he and the Dursleys had been assigned, and the four of them were eventually served. As the Dursley's could not constantly begrudge Harry food without attracting attention, they allowed him to order the cheapest thing off the menu, which happened to be pancakes.
Harry was more than happy with that. The pancakes were covered in whipped cream, chocolate fudge, syrup, and chocolate chips, making for a rather peculiar yet delicious combination. Dudley seemed to agree with him, considering the way he was angrily eyeing Harry's meal.