First fanfic, I've been a Harry Potter fan for a long time and well…
It was just another one of those nights.
Nights he spent huddled alone in his cupboard.
Most of the times he was curled up like Harry currently was, and he just listened to the sounds around him. Harry was already very used to the silence and snores.
Sometimes he would wonder about how his life would've been like if he had never come to the Dursley's.
Other times he would just stare at the ceiling and try not to think of the day he had just gone through, because thinking of it just made the next one seem harder to go through.
He felt lonely more than once. Harry tried to push that feeling away, but that feeling would sometimes come back no matter what.
So Harry listened to the silence and snores.
And dreamed of the happy family he might have had in another life.
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