2Authors note: This is just a little short story I wrote. Maybe if people like it I'll continue it. :)
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table glaring at the Professor who had coughed to interrupt Dumbledore. She coughed again and Dumbledore stopped talking. Harry already hated her. She opened her mouth to say something but Harry stood up abruptly before she could. She stared him down but he didn't move. "I've had enough of Hogwarts." He said simply. "Excuse me?" She said in her sickeningly sweet voice. "I've had enough." He repeated and then he was gone.
Dead, some would say. Others would say he just ran and was never found. Some even believed him to be a myth and that he was just a huge lie from the start.
Harry liked the dead option the best. He thought it was funny.
"Harry, stop staring out the window and come down here!" "How do you know I'm-" "Come down!" Harry frowned, "Fine, but I swear, if you cooked again, I'm moving out!" He heard Sirius laugh.