There was always something a bit odd about the boy in my class. I could never place it. He was quiet, timid, polite, well-behaved, and exceptionally bright for a six year old boy, but there was something horrible hiding behind those emerald green eyes. Pain, secrets, knowledge that no boy of his age should ever had possessed. I first suspected abuse, but there was never a mark visible on the child. The boys cousin seemed just fine and showed no signs of abuse at all. Maybe the boy was just so small because of a fast metabolism. Maybe he just had an awkward personality. I'll never know for sure, but something about that child never sat right with me.

I had the feeling something was wrong the moment that I noticed his seat empty in my class. He had never missed class before. Of course, children do get ill quite often and I child missing class isn't rare, so I let it slide.

God how I wish I had said something that day...maybe then...

But that's not important. What is important is that I could tell something was wrong. And when one day turned into one week, I finally asked the boy's cousin where he'd disappeared to.

"Freak left and I don't really care." Was all that the horribly misbehaved child could say. I was shocked at the fact he had just called his own cousin freak, but I didn't let my emotions shine through on my face. I kept it hidden.

I called the boys Aunt and uncle to ask about his whereabouts and they said he was so ill he had died in the night, and that they had been so overcome with grief they had not thought to call the school. Grieving parents, they said. But that didn't sit right with me either. Something didn't add up. The boy's cousin surely would have said something about attending a funeral had I asked his where the boy was.

I called the police...too little too late, I know. I should ha e called sooner but I didn't know what they would find. The details were left unknown to me since I had no relation to the child, but the extent of the abuse he suffered at the hands of his relatives so so extensive they weren't sure if he would ever awaken from the coma. To this day he hasn't woken up but I go see him every once in a while. It's the least I can do for being such an I observant adult. I look at his face and imagine his eyes opening to reveal their beautiful emerald green color, but so far I've seen nothing.

His cousin was taken into custody and put into a foster home and I haven't seen him since. His aunt and uncle were arrested and given 20 years in prison...not near a harsh enough punishment if it were up to me.

The boy deserves to live a full life, not be an angel stuck in between worlds. Every day he still breathe is a chance that he has at life.

I will never make the same mistake again.

I will never forget that boy.

I will ever forget Harry Potter.

Hello!! This story is going to be from Harry's perspective from now on, but I thought this was an interesting was to give a back story!! Thnx for reading.