At one and a half years old, Harry Potter was put in Azkaban.
Albus Dumbledore wanted a perfect doll, and blank, moldable child that would do whatever it was told, and for that he needed to be seen as the savior to the child, so that he could fill the empty husk with all of his emotions and morals, so that Harry Potter was completely under his control.
Needless to say, putting the savior of the wizarding world in the wizarding prison was the biggest mistake he ever made.
-Emotions-
Harry was three years old when the demontors sucked his last happy memory from him.
He was so young, his mind so vunerable that the laughter as he rode on the back of the great black dog could no longer exist. The memories had faded from his mind with barley a whisper, untill when he remembered the only menory had that wasn't in the prison, the flash of light and the begging, alk he felt was a deep Emptyness, a yearning for something more, something lost to him.
The seeds of madness were planted. All they needed to do was take root.
-Emptyness-
Harry was five years old when he realized that he didn't know what happiness meant.
It was intriguing, he thought, how hard it was for him to feel what came naturally to everyone else. He tried thinking about the things that he thought should make him happy, like the many-layered quilt made of old clothes that he'd found in his cell one night that kept him warm at night, and the way the wind howled when it curled round the concrete cells, and when all the happened was that a calm, crystal peace settled over him, he tried to think of all the people who he supposed he loved.
He had Bella in the cell on the right who told him exiting stories about a powerful wizard called the dark lord, who she said was the greatest wizard to have ever lived, whilst she braided his hair. He liked Bella's stories. They were exiting and made him wish that he was in them too, and most of all, Bella told him they were true. One day, he vowed, he would be in them to.
And of course, he had Siri, on the cell on the right, who told him about His Mum and His Dad, and people called Dumbledore and Mooney and The Aurors. It was very interesting, because in Siri's stories, The Dark Lord was always 'evil'.
What did evil really mean, though? When he'd asked Siri that, Siri had told him that Evil made people Sad, and Good made people Happy.
Which wasn't much help, because Harry didn't know how to be happy or sad.
When Harry really thought about it, if someone were to kill Bella or Siri, he didn't suppose he would be sad. But he knew he would be angry, because even though they weren't the two people that had brought him into the world, they were all that he could remember, and if someone dared to try and take them from him he would kill them, because he'd let them as far into his mind as they could get, and he'd be damned if took what was his.
You could call him emotionally and morally stunted, but it's not surprising for a child growing up in Azkaban.