Bad Luck.

After Harry had gathered everything he might need, he lights a small candle on the second floor and leaves it under some curtains. Hopefully, the gas would reach up here and destroy the house, along with all evidence of what'd happened here... But just in case it didn't, he'd let the curtains slowly burn the place.

Despite the morbid situation, Harry had never been happier... HE WAS FREE! It didn't matter that he had nowhere else to stay, as his fate was now in his own two hands. He could do literally anything he wanted, it wasn't like he should be afraid of the consequences now, especially after ritualistically murdering his relatives.

Once all the preparations were made, he left the house and didn't look back. He wore a baggy hood to conceal his identity and headed in the opposite direction of London... Where was he going? He had no idea. But at least it'd be away from Privet Drive, and all the horrid memories it contained.

Two days later :

Harry had been constantly on the move, getting the occasional bus, taxi, and hitchhike with the money he'd stolen. He didn't really have a destination, his only goal simply to get as much distance from Little Whinging as possible, with London included.

He wanted to be far, far away from whoever was in cahoots with his relatives in the government. They likely had more power than he knew of if they were willing to murder Miss Thomas just to keep him locked up.

Harry made great use of his newfound freedom, exploring new places, eating new, fresh, foods. And even sometimes practising his magic in secluded areas. He no longer passed out for a week just to levitate a feather, no, he could levitate objects almost all day with only getting a little tired.

He was now able to lift objects that weighed around 50-60kg, which was around double or maybe even triple his own weight. Though, with his new diet, he'd begun to look less gaunt and more like a regular child.

He'd also experimented with the 'Ignore' spell as he'd begun to call it. He essentially just willed for people to ignore him, and if he concentrated hard enough, they did! Its duration was a bit random, but it served its purpose. In fact, he found himself using it with increasing frequency due to the fact that someone had started putting missing person signs around, all of which had his face plastered on them.

The spell allowed him to simply stroll past the police officers that might have otherwise seen him... But, as all things do, the good times were approaching their end... The money he'd stolen from the Dursley's was slowly running out, so he'd either need to find a way to get more, or find a place to hole up semi-permanently...

He was more inclined to start the latter and find a way to safely 'gather' some cash after he'd created a safe haven for himself.

So, once he'd somehow arrived at an absolutely beautiful beachfront with a large pier visibly extending off into the distance, he decided to settle down in this general area... He'd always wanted to learn how to swim, so where better than this place? He glances over at a nearby sign, Bournemouth beach? Sounds like a 'Bournemouth-ful'... He can't help but giggle at his silly pun. He smiles as he looks out at the horizon, breathing in the fresh ocean air.

He did make note of the relatively large amounts of tourists and people on vacation though, he hated large groups of people, but knew they could also be places of great opportunity... He remembered reading about Urchin's pickpocketing people in the past, so perhaps he could attempt something similar with his magic?

He pulls down the hood of his hoody and walks to a nearby park, sitting on the bench and watching the children play while their parents watch them. Shaking his head, he unpacks the Book of Satanism from his bag and begins reading it, wondering what else he could do with the information inside... Sure, he'd probably have to customize it to do what he wants as he had the last ritual, but as long as it works, who cares?

Harry sits there silently for an hour or two, occasionally levitating some leaves when the wind picks up so no one notices. He mainly does this for practice, as he couldn't really openly display his abilities without drawing massive attention upon himself.

Though, as he's reading he's suddenly interrupted by a small group of teenager lead by one with short blond hair. "Hey, nerd, whaddya reading there? Snow White? hehehehe!" he laughs, the others behind him mimicking him not too long after.

Harry just looks up and smiles at them, "No, but I do like the story. You seem quite familiar with it though, perhaps you could let me borrow your copy?"

...

"Wha-No. Stop lying, nerd. Why would I have read something like that!" he angrily retorts.

"Hehe! Owen, I didn't know you were into stuff like that!"

"Yeah, you one of those 'gayboys' huh, Owen?" The others mock him lightheartedly, but the blonde boy seems to take great offence to it, though, he doesn't direct his anger at the others.

He tries to slap the book out of Harry's hand, but Harry could see it coming from a mile away... Bullies were all the same, with low self-esteem and always trying to prove themselves... Just like Dudley. "What are you doing? I'm trying to read." Harry complains, standing and glaring accusatorily at him.

"Shut up, nerd!" Owen suddenly shouts, stepping forwards and punching Harry in the face, cracking his glasses as he falls backwards.

Harry half expects the flare of anger that usually follows something like this... But it never arrives. He simply looks up pitifully at the bullies grinning face, his book tucked in his arms protectively.

Harry smiles, not at getting punched or laughed at, but at finding yet another worthy target. The teen reminded him too much of Dudley, and that would be his undoing.

"What are you smiling at, you freak!" the blonde boy shouts, for some reason feeling incredibly anxious at the boy's smile.

Harry shakes his head and slowly gets to his feet, "Nothing... I'm sorry for bothering you. Have a good day." he says, walking away into the nearby woods.

The others stand dumbfounded at this, having expected the Eight-year-old to start crying or something, but eventually decide to follow him.

"I'm not done with you! Come back here!" Owen shouts, jogging to catch up with Harry...

Harry though just walks behind a tree and casts the Ignore spell, causing the group to look at where he'd just 'disappeared' in confusion.