Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own Harry Potter! :P

I silently packed my backpack with my sleeping bag, a small pillow, a first aid kit I had stolen from a store, a map, a jacket I had stolen from Petunia, some food and some money I had stolen from Vernon. I had learned over the years that the only way I was going to get what I wanted was to steal. I had no problems stealing from the Dursleys, but I only stole from others if I really needed it.

I was leaving the Dursleys and there would be nothing they can do about. Now that I think about it, they'll probably throw a party. An evil smirk crossed my face. I wasn't going to leave without leaving a… present.

I grabbed a couple of cans of spray paint from under my bed. They were green and black; the two colors Petunia hated the most. I also grabbed from under there a can of silly string and a bag of dirt. I grabbed the cans and silently walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I shook the can of black spray paint and sprayed a picture of a pig named Dudley, a horse named Petunia and a whale named Vernon before spraying the words, "Welcome to the Zoo! –Ryn Potter" in green paint. I grabbed both cans and sprayed on everything. I then focused on becoming a Black Panther. The scent of paint was overwhelming, so I didn't open my mouth to enhance my smelling. Instead, I took a leak on Petunia's carpet and walked silently up the stairs to grab my backpack.

I silently made my way down the stairs and I was almost running around in joy. Thankfully, I didn't. I saw the window and an idea came to mind. I turned back human and grabbed Petunia's expensive antique vase and threw it at the window.

"Take that, Dursleys," I whispered before changing back to a Panther cub and jumping through the broken window. I almost yelped in pain as one of the shards of glass scraped against my belly and made a gash there. Good thing I have a needle and thread, I thought as I ran through the neighborhood leaving bloody paw prints from landing on shards of glass.

You'd think that since I was seven, I would be crying, but I haven't cried since I was three. I'm used to pain; I've had beatings from Vernon and Dudley's gang, but I've had enough taking crap from them. They can go crawl into a hole and die for all I care. I have no love for them whatsoever.

I used to care about them, but I quickly learned. I became depressed and I almost killed myself, but I thought to myself: Why am I going to kill myself because of these losers? From that day on, I cared for myself and myself only. I did what I was told, but I made sure I was slow at doing so. I told myself I would get myself out of here and live in some forest. After all, I've been able to turn into a Panther since that Tuesday night last week where I wished I could be an animal and escape this Hell. I had turned into a Panther cub and I realized I would be able to escape, and so I practiced turning into a Panther and I practiced hunting when I could. I had left the skeletons of my kill on their doorstep. That was hilarious. That was where I learned how to lie and act. I learned I had a pretty good poker face, so that came in handy.

Now, tonight, I've finally escaped.