Never Grow Up
Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry Potter, not me.
AN: I didn't even mean to write this. I was bored and wrote it on my iPod (which is ancient) notes. Very sorry. I'll try not to do oneshots when I really should be concerntrating on the long stories. But I find oneshots addictive. I apologize. ;)
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There was a ghost in the cupboard.
The ghost wasn't scary.
The ghost said that it's name was Harry, Harry James Potter.
Olivia had stared for a while.
Then she had yelled for her Dad.
It was Moving Day, and they had all screamed when they saw Harry,
little Harry Potter.
He said he was six.
Harry had messy black hair and round glasses. His eyes were sea green,
and he was small. Very very small.
Olivia was ten almost eleven, and she felt sorry for the ghost in the
cupboard.
He said he died of starvation, too little food, too little water, too
little love, he didn't know. He wasn't pearly white, but he wasn't
normal colours either.
He was too dull, was Harry. Unmistakably dead.
Dad had called 999. In hindsight she didn't blame him. Somebody came
round to make sure he was OK, while he was talking about a ghost in
the cupboard under the stairs.
They screamed as well.
Then the TV Crews were called.
It was on the six 'o clock news, and the ten 'o clock news. And the
morning news. Number Four Privet Drive was constantly surrounded by
reporters, catching footage of a real ghost.
Harry became famous.
But none of them ever really saw him as a person. He was just the
ghost. The murdered child in the cupboard under the stairs.
When everyone asked who his relatives were, who had killed him, he
clammed up. He said that they'd hurt him if he told.
It wasn't worth telling him he was already dead, that no one could
hurt him anymore, because Olivia knew she'd be lying.
They were hurting him so much already.
Olivia hated them.
She refused to move when her father had suggested it. She'd screamed
and yelled, knowing that if she left Harry James Potter to the camera
crews, she was just as bad as them.
Olivia grew up.
Harry James Potter, the ghost in the cupboard under the stairs, never
grew up.
He never would.
Olivia never forgot him. The little boy in the cupboard under the
stairs.
Doomed, never ever to grow up.