Notes- Rikki here with another story. This may become a multi chapter story but i'll see how it goes, hope you like it c:
Chapter One- The Piercing Wind
The piercing wind shook the bones of a small boy as he blew warm puffs of white smoke into his cupped hands. Frozen rain falled from the sky, turning to snow covering anything the unforgiving wind could touch. The wind was unnervingly cold, tussling frozen brown hair. Green eyes watering, the boy rubbed them before quickly moving them back in front of his mouth. Blowing warm air that never reached his fingertips was all the malnourished boy could do even though he knew it was futile.
The small boys name was Harry Potter or freak if spoken by anyone living in number 4 Privet Drive. Four people lived in the small two story house identical to every other on the street. Petunia, a tall skinny woman who has dark brown curls for hair and always wearing some sort of dress, Vernon a Fat whale of a man with light rusty hair and moustache who goes to work to feed his family, Dudley a chubby child with smoothly cut brown hair who idolises his farther to the point that he is a mini Vernon. Then Finally a small neglected boy named Harry with soft brown hair and bright green eyes who has seen the unforgiving world for what it is.
Harry had been kicked out of the house on a cold winter night. Harry stayed for as long as he could waiting outside the door even going as far to yell in hopes of them opening the door when it got too cold. Why does this happen to me? I did what they asked I didn't mean to burn dinner. Dudley had taken the stool Harry needed to reach the stove top and because of the delayed time it took to get it back the roast burned.
The howling of the wind rustled the poor excuse of clothing that did nothing to protect harry from the winter elements. After waiting around the front yard even going to the back to check the backdoor and shed Harry went looking for shelter. The snow felt heavily and made his hand me down clothes wet and constricting. Harry never got any clothes for himself, too expensive to get new ones even though Dudley needed new ones often as he was growing to the size of a small walrus, so Harry got to keep Dudley's out grown clothes.
Harry could remember the time he first asked for new clothes, it would be two years prior.
A 5 year old Harry looked at his aunt Petunia who was giving pieces of clothing after another to Dudley and pushing him into the dressing room, closing the curtain Petunia looked down at the Wide eyed boy looking up to her "aunt Petunia can I get some clothes too?" Harry asked hopefully, she stared down at harry with a disgusted look on her face "new clothes? for YOU! don't think such things freak, the only clothes you will be getting is Dudley's old clothes, its what you deserve after all." harry mumbled a quiet okay and turned away so she couldn't see how upset harry was by her reply.
Teary eyed Harry walked around the small store, his child like mind creating adventures as he walked through rows of hanging clothes to keep his mind off of what just happened. Harry's mind kept him entertained until aunt Petunia called him back where she was with a pile of clothes at the counter. It was futile for Harry to think even one piece of cloth was his and Petunia was just joking, that when she turned around she would look apologetic and say sorry.
But no when she turned around disdain covering her features "Harry go pack these in the car for me wont you" smiling sweetly at the person working the counter Petunia started up a conversation "Harry here is such a sweetheart, always wanting to help me its like he cant help himself always wanting to do something" Harry ignored the rest of the conversation as he picked up the clothes and trudged towards the car.
Aunt Petunia would talk nicely and act kind in front of other people but once out of ear/eye shot she would stop quickly and treat him like dirt, its a surprise no one has caught her yet. The drive home was silent if not for Dudley's sequels as he plays with a toy dinosaur he found in the car.
When they got home Dudley ran towards the house forgetting about the new clothes in the trunk. Leaving it to Harry who looked at his aunt "bring them inside and put them in Dudley's bedroom" leaving the small boy to take the bags inside Petunia went to open the front door for Dudley. Quickly opening the trunk Harry grabbed as many bags as he could leaving some in the trunk he ran inside, and up the stairs and past Dudley's second bedroom. Dumping the bags and running back outside to get the rest but tripped over an obviously well placed foot. Landing on his stomach and scraping his hands Harry looked over his shoulder at Dudley "haha freak"
Dudley's vocabulary wasn't as immense as Harry's so he couldn't come up with anything better. With narrowed eyes Harry ignored his cousin and got up getting back to work, but the small obese child didn't take kindly to being ignored and went to push Harry down, only to be side stepped and fall face first onto the ground.
A high pinched wail that could be heard down the street, came from Dudley, he was historical only a small fall but it was probably worse then it looked. Petunia ran out of the house to see a glaring Harry and a crying Dudley, coming to her own conclusion she glared hatefully at Harry and picked up her Dudder's carrying him inside to care for his wounds leaving a scraped Harry outside.
Pulling the thin t-shirt closer to himself Harry remembered what happened when uncle Vernon came home, later that day it was the first beating Harry had received, and it was not his last. Uncle Vernon would find a variety of reasons to beat Harry, many would be when un-explainable things would happen around Harry.
There was a time when Harry was 3 that one of Petunia's ornamental plates started floating down from the top shelf of an antique cupboard that Petunia owned. Harry found it fascinating how it floated in front of him, he was about to touch it when a loud screech came from the living room doorway, here stood Petunia with a horrified look plastered on her face.
The sudden sound made Harry flinch and the plate to fall to the floor breaking into several different pieces, Petunia's horrified face turned to a livid one as she marched towards the terrified boy. Grabbing the boys arm and dragging him towards Vernon who was reading the news paper at the dining table "The freak did something freakish and destroyed one of my antique plates"
Vernon who became purple in the face dropped the news paper and stood up then began to yell spitting at the boy who shrunk away "what sort of freakishness?!" Petunia scowled down at Harry as she replied "one of my antique plates floated and dropped on the floor breaking it"
"after all we've done for you, we have clothed you, fed you and gave you a roof over your head, and you here you go doing something freakish" wide fearful eyes stared up at the whale of a man.
Harry didn't know what he did or why it made his uncle and aunt angry with him but he will try to not do it again, harry was about to tell his uncle but a shadow of a fist came down before he could even get one word out.
Harry slept cold and hungry inside his small bedroom, not even a bedroom it was the cupboard under the stairs, he has slept here since forever. Whimpering and pulling the thin blanket closer to himself harry slowly drifted off.
Trudging through the snow covered ground Harry came to a stop, looking up at a big looking house. The lights were off but Harry had hope that someone would let him in, just for the night would be enough. He didn't want to go back to the Dursley's, sleeping on the streets is safer then living with people who beat him everyday.
Slowly walking up the steps to the door Harry sees a large sign over the gate of the two story building saying "Wool's Orphanage" an orphanage would even be better then the streets.
Loudly nocking on the door Harry waited for a response and what he got didn't shock him, the door opened to show a annoyed looking old woman. She did not look surprised to see a young child half freezing, standing outside her door it must happen often then.
"come in we will get you a room" she sighed and ushered the small boy out of the cold and into a mildly warmer hallway, grabbing Harry's arm in a bruising grip the woman dragged him up the stairs "you can sleep in Tom's room for the night, tomorrow we will get you registered" at that she opened a door pushed him in and closed the door behind herself.
Looking around Harry couldn't see much, dark shadows over took most of the room but he could make out two small beds parallel to each other, one was occupied so Harry slowly walked to the other and crawled under the covers.
Turning around to face the other boy in the room harry was startled to see two calm grey eyes staring back at him.