Prologue
Cold. It was so cold. And dark. Just one little light. I could hear them laughing. So cruel. But they sounded... so far away. I knew they were standing right there. It was the middle of the day. My eyes were open. Why couldn't I see anything. Why was it so cold. It was summer. It was warm before I fell. They all went quiet. Someone said something about blood. Why? Tried to sit up. Couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. I wondered why they weren't laughing anymore. Then; I wasn't thinking about anything. It was like i'd gone to sleep. Sleeping. I'd always liked when it was time to sleep. The Dursley's didn't bother me then. Maybe I was dying. No more Harry Potter. No more freak of nature. But, then how would I be telling you this story?
