Harry's Pov:
I looked at the door of my cupboard and ran my boney fingers down the chipped wood. The cupboard was fairly small, too small, for an eight-year-old boy. Yet somehow, I'd managed. I closed my eyes, trying to feel the magic flowing through my body.
Ever since the day I was locked up in my cupboard for the first time, I knew I had to find a way to survive. Though back then I was still fairly...ignorant, by the end of my first week with those people I realized that they weren't good. At least I could see that much.
I'd always known about magic yet I had never had the will to experiment with it. But after living with the Dursleys for a while...let's just say I had a 'change of heart.' I already knew that my magic was around me and protected me. It healed me when I had cuts and bruises and it saved me when necessary.
By my first month with the Dursleys, I already knew that my magic acted up based on my emotions. Though that wasn't exactly a bad thing, I knew from experience that it could be troublesome.
Luckily for me, my magic understood my will to control my emotions and it compelled me to do things like meditating and other things that helped me clear my mind.
After three months with the Dursleys, I was able to do basic magic spells. I remembered a few from when I lived with the Potters and Alorhoma and Lumos helped me greatly. It took me a while to get Lumos as I didn't have the right mentality for it when I first tried it.
After a few failed attempts I learned that the process of succeeding in casting a magic spell is just as, if not more important, than the result.
As I felt the wood touch my pale skin, I thought about my plan for today. I had already lost hope that my 'family' was going to save me. Even though they were direct blood, the Dursleys had been more of a family than the potters had and the Dursleys were horrible.
I had decided that I was going to leave. Though my memory was a little blurry, I was sure he remembered the general direction of Diagon Alley. I planned to go there and find Gringotts, and after that, I would find a place to stay, either in the Leaky Cauldron or at some sort of orphanage. Though it's not the most desirable, it's still necessary.
I ran through the plan in my mind, not feeling the slightest bit guilty for what I was about to do.