A/N: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, you can thank J.K. Rowling for that
Wise Beyond His Years
Chapter 1: Before the Magic
Harry Potter was NOT a normal child. His hair was jet black and stuck up at all angles. To be honest it looked like an uncontrolled rats nest, and there was nothing that could tame his hair. Harry was short for a 10 year old as well, but one could tell that he was supposed to be much taller. His eyes were a bright piercing green that stopped a person in their tracks; there was no way that you could not look at those eyes. He had knobby little knees and skinny legs. Harry had proud, high cheek bones and strong chin that just screamed that he had an aristocratic background. Unfortunately people did ignore Harry; he was a servant and nothing more.
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"BOY! Get in here!" Harry's uncle Vernon yelled. Harry cringed mentally and prepared himself for the lashing he was about to get. "Oi, I told you to get in here". "Yes Uncle Vernon" Harry said reluctantly. Harry pushed himself off the floor and marched himself to what would surely be his doom. "Boy, your Aunt, Dudley and I are going out in an hour. You are to finish scrubbing all the baseboards in that hour and if you do not you will be locked in your cupboard without food for 24 hours, if you do finish you may have two pieces of bread with jam and a glass of water" Ordered Vernon. "Yes Sir." Harry went back to his scrubbing, and his hands were starting to get raw. So far he had scrubbed two out of the four rooms and that alone had taken an hour. The bleach in the water was starting to make his skin even whiter, even though he already looked like a ghost. Harry knew he was special, even if his aunt and uncle wouldn't acknowledge it. Don't even mention what Dudley did to Harry in his free time.
While Harry was contemplating his misfortune, he kept scrubbing. He found that if he focused on something other than the chores that they went faster. After 20 minutes he realized that he was done with the third room, so he moved onto the fourth room. Harry went back to contemplating his miserable life. He never had anything to look forward to. He never got Christmas presents, he never got birthday presents. Harry was an unwelcomed intruder in the Dursley's house. Soon Harry was finished with ten minutes left. He put up all of his supplies and tried to rid his hands of the smell of bleach. Needless to say that didn't work very well. Vernon was in the sitting room watching the news on the telly. "Uncle Vernon, sir?" "What boy?" Vernon snarled. "I finished cleaning all of the baseboards. May I go have my pieces of bread?" Harry tried to shrink himself and make Vernon more likely to let him eat tonight. "Fine Boy, but I want you in that cupboard by the time we leave." Harry scampered into the kitchen to scarf down his two measly pieces of bread and his glass of water. He made it to his cupboard right before Vernon called his name. Vernon looked through the little air slot "Boy, I don't want anything to happen to this house." Harry heard the lock click, the lights turned off and he knew he was alone.
Once they were all gone Harry turned on the light above him and started to play with his little paper wizard and knight that he kept under the mattress. Harry thought that he was pathetic, here he was playing with little cut outs while his cousin Dudley was playing with his PlayStation. Nobody loved him, no one would notice if he suddenly died. Well the Dursleys might notice because they would have lost their servant. Harry just desperately wished that he could get out of that place. He just wanted to escape the beatings and the taunting, he didn't want to be treated like a slave anymore.