The small figure of a young boy with green eyes is a frequent sight at the library after hours, usually close to midnight. The little boy doesn't ever steal anything when he visits, he just sits curled up with a book, garnering and amassing information.
He is younger still, only ten though he looks about six years of age being very short and skinny, the result of severe malnutrition. If anyone were to see him with his shirt off, they'd be able to count his ribs from five feet away, albeit they would also see the gruesome marks scarring his porcelain skin.
His eyes were dark jade in color but they sparkled with an intelligence that was of one who had seen the horrors of the world. The little boy's name with the dark jade eyes and the too big clothes is Harold James Potter and though he is the lone savior of the wizarding world, he's been treated worse than a house elf for almost eight and a half years.
Bright eyes shine in the darkness of the cupboard under the stairs as Harry studies the little spider moving around not five inches away from his face. There is hardly enough room for a puppy in the cupboard let alone a little boy but Harry doesn't complain, he learned early on that it only made things a thousand times worse.
The spider is small and black and is relatively harmless and Harry is both content and curious as he watches the little spider build its web.
He knows that it's still a bit early in the morning so it will be a while before even his aunt woke up, calm in the darkness he let his breathing even out and drifted off to dreamland.