A small boy sat curled up in his cupboard, giggling white scribbling in his small dirty leather bound notebook. The child's emerald green eyes sparkled in delight, as his steadily improving handwriting filled the pages in front of him.

~Tom when can we leave?~ The young child's scribbles gave way to his desperation to leave the hell he found himself in, as his words sunk into the pages the child, tugged on his messy black hair anxiously.

~Well young one we need to get rid of those horrendous muggles you live with so the authorities will come and take you away~ Cursive and elegant script answered the child, causing the child to pout in envy, before a determined glint entered the child's bright eyes.

~What's the spell that kills ?~ The boy asked innocently, if not for the nature of the question, but what was a sociapathic diary meant to do but answer the question?

~Avada kedava~ the elegant scroll answered. The child smiled a dangerous smile that had no place on a 4 year olds face, before he left his cupboard to do his chores.

Now this small child was intelligent, some would call him a genius and due to his less than acceptable upbringing his patients had no bounds, but some would forget he is just a child. And children have terrible tempers.

The child admits. If only to himself, that perhaps yelling at his uncle wasn't the best idea, but he was so hungry.

"Uncle Vernon, please I didn't mean it." The child pleaded helplessly.

Vernon Dursley possible the most unpleasant man you will ever meet. He's large. He's loud. And he's ugly. God knows how he's survived this long with the constant strain on his poor heart. Vernon work for a company that sold drills, and for some unknown reason he feel as if this is the most important career in England. The next mystery, is his wife Petunia Dursley, nee Evans. She is possibly the most thin person on the entire plant, a problem the grew from her lack of self-esteem and a beautiful younger sister. Her horse-like face left much to be desired and her screechy voice could leave your ears ringing for hours afterwards. The for some god knows reason these two people decided to reproduce, creating the fat blob, Dudley Dursley. A blond little terror who belittled, bullied and beat everyone he thought beneath him and his group of friends. The most spoilt little brat on the planet. Which brings us back to the violent scene.

"Uncle Vernon Please." The child begged his tears running over his feminine feature, for in his hands the obese man held the childs black diary over a massive bonfire.

"No you worthless brat, you live in my house but you disrespect me? You yell at the one person who keeps you alive?"

A deep and powerful feeling built up in the child as watched his Uncle, throw the diary on the fire then walk into the house. The child screamed and the fire grew and grew until it resembled a snake. Which then tore into the house oblivious to the screams inside the house.

The child darted forward and gripped his diary tightly blowing away the ashes covering it.

The house burnt to the ground and the strange child was taken away in a police car, all the while clutching the diary. No one questioned the fire or the childs complete escape, but in the years to come no one would live in no. 4 privet drive.