Little Harry James Potter sat in his cot, crying. He wondered what he had done wrong to make them hate him so much. He tried so hard to be a good boy like Dudley, but no matter what he didn't get hugs and kisses. He always ended up being locked away.

This time he had gotten a flower for his Aunt 'Tunia, he thought she would like the beautiful rose. But she had yelled at him and locked him away, calling him a freak. She said that good boys weren't freaks, and Harry just wasn't a good boy.

Harry wanted his mummy to come and hold him, but she was gone. He could almost remember the way she smelled, the way her hair shimmered in the light. But it was a memory that was fading.

Luckily, Uncle Vernon wasn't home when he had conjured the rose, otherwise his punishment would have been way worse. At least he would still get dinner. Aunt 'Tunia was weird about him being a freak, but she wasn't as mean as his uncle.

Little Harry Potter laid down on his cot and tried really hard to remember what it had been like to have a mum and dad. He wondered if they had been kind to him like his aunt and uncle were to Dudley. He just wanted love and affection, but poor sad little Harry didn't get that.