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Part 1
A blue moon rose up from behind the horizon, slightly obscured by small puffy clouds that drifted across the sky lazily. What a sight this was for the boy witnessing it. Never had he seen anything so beautiful in his life. His small cherub face was pressed against the window, eyes alight in wonder.
The moment was spoiled, however, as deafening snores rattled the pane. The boy leaned back with a sigh. Nothing beautiful could last. He took a last look at the sky then settled into bed. The old mattress was lumpy and had rusty springs popping out of it. The sheet he pulled over himself was threadbare with holes scattered across the length. The boy heaved another great sigh and fell into a fitful sleep.
The boy rose from his bed. His jaw cracked as he yawned and stretched his arms above his head. Blinking, still dazed from waking up, the boy turned his head in the direction noise was coming from. Heavy thumps on the floor finally registered to the boy as footsteps; and he shot out of bed like someone had screamed at him. Franticly he looked out the window for a sign of the time. The sun had already risen a fourth of the way. He was supposed to have breakfast on the table. The silence suddenly grew profound as he listened to the footfalls grow close then stop at his door. The knob seemed to take forever to turn before the door was thrown open so hard it busted a hole in the wall as it slammed back.
The man who now stood in the doorway was obscenely obese. His whole body moved as he waddled from side to side. His face was a ruddy red, his multiple jaws slapped against his shoulders as his neck was an inch tall if that and his meaty, oversized hands were curled into fists. He shook one at him as he yelled, "Boy! What do you think you are doing? Petunia and Dudley have been waiting for you to make breakfast. What have you been doing up here?" He didn't wait for an answer, merely came over and lifted the boy up into the air. "You will come downstairs immediately and start cooking. You are nothing but a worthless bag of bones. You should be grateful that we took you in at all." With that last cutting remark, he backhanded the boy and left him on the floor where he fell.
The man was his uncle and Petunia was his aunt. They made it clear that he had been dropped off without a care on their doorstep. They hadn't even been given a handful of money and yet they had taken him in anyway. They told him that many times. Yet they had yet to tell him his birth name. He was simply boy or it to them. A sigh identical to the one the night before escaped him before he joined his relatives downstairs.
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Eyes as bright as the sun itself watched through the window as the boy was hit. They narrowed in anger, flashing brilliantly. The humans would pay for what they had done to the boy, to Harry.