Harry Potter. Gryffindor House Edition

Why was everyone treating him like some naughty kid? Don’t do any more magic, stay in the house. . . .

and I’ve had enough — OWLS!”

His head was beginning to ache again. He wanted more than anything to get out of the kitchen, away from the Dursleys.

though his fears were by no means banished. Everything seemed to hang on this hearing on the twelfth of August.

“So — so — they — er — they — er — they actually exist, do they — er — dementy-whatsits?”
Aunt Petunia nodded.
Uncle Vernon looked from Aunt Petunia to Dudley to Harry as if hoping somebody was going to shout “April Fool!”

“It wasn’t me! It was a couple of dementors!”
<…>“And what the ruddy hell are dementors?”
“They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban,” said Aunt Petunia.
Two seconds’ ringing silence followed these words and then Aunt Petunia clapped her hand over her mouth as though she had let slip a disgusting swear word. Uncle Vernon was goggling at her. Harry’s brain reeled. Mrs. Figg was one thing — but Aunt Petunia?

“The second one was from my friend Ron’s dad, he works at the Ministry.”
“Ministry of Magic?” bellowed Uncle Vernon. “People like you in government? Oh this explains everything, everything, no wonder the country’s going to the dogs . . .”

His mind was racing. . . .
<…>
“Right,” Harry said, “I’ve changed my mind, I’m staying.”

Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand. There was only one thing for it. He would have to run — now. Where he was going to go, Harry didn’t know, but he was certain of one thing: At Hogwarts or outside it, he needed his wand. In an almost dreamlike state, he pulled his wand out and turned to leave the kitchen.

“Get out of the way,” said Harry quietly.
“You’re going to stay here and explain how my son —”
“If you don’t get out of the way I’m going to jinx you,” said Harry, raising the wand.
<…>. “I know you’re not allowed to use it outside that madhouse you call a school!”
“The madhouse has chucked me out,” said Harry. “So I can do whatever I like.