Hey guys :) New story! Been thinking about doing this one for awhile now. Don't kill me if you hate it. (This is for my Harry Potter geek side) Enjoy!

There are always the stories about romance or murder but this story isn't like that. This is about a young boy who all his life has been treated like a piece of trash and thrown around like he was just another leaf that fell from a tree and the wind was blowing around beating it against things and tearing it apart. This story is about a normal boy named Harry Potter.

"Harry!"A woman yelled at the top of her lungs with a voice that sounded like nails against a chalk board. "Get in here this instant and make your uncle his breakfast or you will not get any food for the today!"she said banging on his door. The young Harry groaned throwing his very old, worn out, handy down covers off his lanky body and leaned his feet over the edge of the bed and sat up straight his hair sticking out everywhere. Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked around his room. Well it shouldn't really be called a room because it was more of a small cellar under the stairs. His aunt and uncle said it was big enough for him and that was all he deserved to have.

Harry stood up and stumbled over to his small dresser that was his handy down clothes from his cousin that was three sixes to big for him. "Harry why aren't you in here yet boy!"his aunt yelled again with her sharp chalk-like voice. "Coming, coming."he mumbled quickly going to his door, opening it, and heading down the short hallway into the kitchen where his uncle was already sitting at the table reading the newspaper. "What would you like for breakfast, uncle?"Harry asked pouring his uncle his cup o fmorning coffee then handed it to him.

"Fix me three eggs. You know how i like them."Harry's uncle said not even looking up from the newspaper to take a drink of his coffee. Harry nodded his head knowing his uncle couldn't see him and began to make the eggs. Soon after Harry had finished making his uncle's breakfast, who he will not call by his real name just plain old uncle, there was a loud knock on the door. "I'll get it."Harry said knowing that none of the other three would actually get up to go and answer the door.

The house that his aunt and uncle owned was just as boring as they were. They had the usual sofa and tv in the living room but that was it. There was no curtains on the windows, there was no special little rug or a lamp, there wasn't even any pictures of precious Dudley. Harry was tried of this house. He has lived here for all 14 years of his life and he hated those years, waiting for the day he would be able to move out.

Making it too the door on the third knock he opened the door pasting a fake smile on his face. "Hello, can I help you?"he asked not recognizing the person who was knocking on the door. "Are you Harry Potter?"the strange man ask. "Ummm..yes."Harry replied feeling lightly uncomfortable. "This letter is for you."the stranger said then handed him the letter, turned and left not saying another word. Harry stared down at the letter feeling even more confused. He quickly folded it up and tucked it away in his pocket and heading back for the kitchen.

"Who was at the door loser?"Dudley asked stuffing a waffle into his mouth. "I don't know, someone who had the wrong house."Harry said not wanting his uncle to be nosey like he usually is and read his mail. He hated when that happened, and this letter seemed expecially important. "Is there anything else I need to do aunt?"Harry asked. "No, you are dismissed to your room for now."she said. Harry smiled then quickly ran to his room excited to read his letter.