It all started 10 years ago when Harry's parents moved to China. They had 2 children. The oldest was a boy named Jerry who was three years old at the time and already knew how to poop on the toilet. Their youngest was Harry. He was only one year old and had not shown such fast developing potty-pooper skills as his brother. When they moved to China, Harry's parents, Lily and James Potty, had to give up one of their children. Since Jerry had shown so much faster improvement they gave up Harry. However, Lily and James weren't happy with the orphanages so they sent made arrangements to send him to his aunt and uncle, Petunia and Vernon Diaper's house. They settled into their new place that night and Harry was to be going away the next morning. Little did they know that there was a dark wizard by the name of Lord Moldywarts running a muck in china. Lord Moldywarts was never potty-trained and hated all things toilet related and so he went to kill the Potty family.
When he arrived that evening he burst into the house. "I am here to kill all those who are potty-trained!" he screamed, as he shit his pants. Lily and James moved to stand in front of Jerry while holding Harry out. "You c-can't k-kill us!" Lily stammered nervously. "Harry's butt's never touched the comforting creaming of a toilet bowl in all his little life. If you let us live, he never will, I promise!" However, Lord Moldywarts didn't buy into this tale and dipped his hand into his diaper pulling out a long, poop covered stick. They faces of the toilet trained Potty's looked revolted, but little Harry clapped and giggled at the trick of pulling a wand out of a dark wizard's ass. "Don't laugh at that Harry!" snapped James, clearly forgetting who was standing in front of them, "It's not funny that a grown man isn't potty-trained!" Filled with rage, Moldywarts raised his defiled wand and yelled "poopada pissavera!" pointing it at all the Potty's in turn except Harry. As soon as he did they forgot how to poop and pee so it all backed up and they exploded all over the walls and little Harry. Harry thought that the poop splattered over him was foul-smelling chocolate and began to eat it. Lord Moldywarts watched gleefully with interest. Now this boy would never know how to work a toilet.
Suddenly, Harry's eyes grew big. "I gotta make a poo-poo!" he cried and as if something clicked in his head he ran and climbed on the toilet. At this lord Moldywarts became very angry and ran after Harry. Harry's butt was almost lowered to the toilet when Lord Moldywarts ran in. "poopada pissavera" He yelled, pointing the wand at Harry's butt. "Owey!" he yelled as the spell rebound from his but cheek and back to Lord Moldywarts who exploded with poop. After going poo-poo in the toilet Harry saw his left butt cheek in a mirror and saw a lightning bolt shaped scar. It was glowing purple because he didn't have to go to the bathroom. It would glow green if he had to poop, blue if he had to pee, orange if he was constipated, and yellow if he had diarrhea. The purple thing on his butt seemed to amuse him until Professor Dungbeetle came into the house to deliver him to his aunt and uncle's place.
There he lived there ten years, watching the Diaper's always looking forward to the next Huggies commercial and running out to buy some every time they saw it. Harry was the only person in the house who knew how to use a toilet and was shunned because of it. That was ok though, because he liked being different from the Diaper's, whom he had always hated. In fact the first time he had been truly happy that he could remember was when a very lard fellow by the name of Hellofafart came along and told him that he'd just been excepted into Hogfarts School for Toilet Trained Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was on the train ride there that he met his best friends, Ron Wepee and Hermione Grandroll.
