Tears and Accidents
Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter (Erin)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is not mine
Summary: this is my take on Harry's Childhood R/R
In a cupboard under the stairs, lived a three old boy. He didn't think he was anything special, just a normal boy. He lived with his only living relatives, his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and cousin, Dudley, none of them really cared for him. Some times he would wish some one would come and take him away and maybe take care of him. The boy knew he was doomed to be under the care until he was an adult at least.
The boy himself was called Harry Potter. He had jet black hair, green eyes, and he was skinny for his age. Harry had one feature that was very unique, a scar in the shape of a lighting bolt on his forehead. Harry had gotten it in a car crash that had claimed his parents' life.
Lily and James Potter had died when he was fifteen months old. Harry tried to remember them but the only thing he would ever remembered was pain in his forehead and green light. He was lucky that he even knew their names, their names were one of the only things that Harry knew of his life before the Dursleys. Harry sometimes dreamed about them being alive.
There was a knock on Harry's door. It was his aunt; she never let him sleep in. The only remotely nice thing she had ever done was teaching him the basics of cooking and how to do other chores. He knew that she only did that was so her "Duddykins" didn't have to work.
Harry had a feeling that Dudley's friends, if he even had any, would be just like him. His Uncle Vernon complained about Harry all the time. He had very little neck or patience for Harry. Aunt Petunia had a face like a horse and she had a neck so long that she could share with Uncle Vernon.
Harry walked in the kitchen. On most days he would just eat and then he would do his chores. Not today though, today he was going to preschool. (I don't know if there is preschool in Britain but this is a key part of my story.)
Harry had been waiting for this day for a long time. 'No chores and no aunt and uncle!'
Uncle Vernon invaded his thoughts by saying, "Brush your hair, boy", just as if he said good morning. Harry was beyond caring; he knew that no matter how much he brushed he hair would not be neat.
Uncle Vernon took Harry aside and warned "Boy, you better not ruin Dudley's day or you won't be getting dinner."
"Yes, Uncle Vernon" Harry replied. Harry was curious as to why his uncle thought that he would do anything to make Dudley's day bad, that would just make his day.
The Dursleys and Harry loaded into the car. Uncle Vernon was complaining again to Aunt Petunia. This time it was about Harry, how much it cost to feed him and take care of him.
Harry wondered if school would be fun. He wondered if he would have any friends. Deep down inside Harry had a feeling that he would not have many friends. He thought, 'No body will like me I'm just too weird.'
With that thought Harry wished that at least the teachers would be nice. At last the arrived at the preschool. Harry jumped out as fast as he could, unlike Dudley who was acting like a snail. Harry opened the door and walk in.
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