Harry Potter and anything recognizable from his world belongs to JKRowling
Harry Knows
The Beginning
Harry's story of course from the beginning; he lived with his parents Lily and James. Uncle Padfoot, Uncle Moony and Uncle Wormy were common visitors. From his mother he learnt about 'Uncle Severus.' Lily seemed to think he understood what was said –which Harry did– so told him everything.
"If anything happens to all of us, as soon as your old enough try and stay with Sev, won't you… Uncle Severus will look after you…" "Fidelius Charm. That's the name of the spell that'll protect us you know… Uncle Wormy's our Secret Keeper… Uncle Padfoot's a decoy…" "Look 'Rey I found this. It's a book your Uncle Sev gave me. He gave it to me in fifth year before your father… did what he did. Sev was… special, I loved him… but… here. He said it'll tell him when I'm hurt. I'll put it in this… and there… and an invisibility charm wouldn't go amiss… see. Now when your hurt, Uncle Sev'll know; and you get photos too…" "This is Mummy, Daddy and all your uncles. This one is Mummy and your Uncle Sev… I wish you could meet him truly…"
We know what happens. Voldemort comes, 31st October, 1981; told by Peter where the house was. James went to hold him off –without a wand– Lily begged for her son's life. Harry defeated Voldemort. He was then taken to his Aunt, Uncle and Cousin Dudley's home.
For a while it was fine. Harry had no worries; except his parents were missing. Than came the day he was hungry. He called his bottle to him. Both his Aunt and Uncle saw. They didn't want a freaky child. They were fine when he was normal but now… Harry was placed in the cupboard when he was two and two months.
His Uncle tried to beat it out. That didn't work. That went on until Harry was three and two months. Then he was told to clean the house. He had many chores. He was little because he wasn't getting enough food, making it difficult. When he was four and two months he was cooking. He got the worst beating ever for spoiling it. Chucked into the cupboard like rubbish he wept. He didn't get it. Miranda, Drew, Mr. and Mrs Hardy were a family. They didn't do this to one of their children. Aunt, Uncle, Dudley and Freak were a family; why did this happen to him?
He was sure he would die. He wanted to, maybe his parents were drunk and his mother a whore –whatever that was… but surely they would love him. He passed out in his cupboard… magic swirled all around him. Green, Red, Blue, Yellow, Silver, Gold, Bronze and Black, it sparkled it shone than faded away…