Harry Potter; The Real Story.
Disclaimer:
The Harry Potter idea is not mine and never will be, all characters and the plot are owned by the wonderful woman J.K Rowling all the extra bits are as I would have like the story do be.
1.
Harry Potter was cold and alone in a dark room under the stairs with nothing but his own thoughts and a few old magazines of aunt Petunia's that he'd saved from the trash to occupy him.
In two weeks' time would be his eleventh birthday, not that anyone occupying the house in which he was living cared enough to remember, they barely noticed he was there at all accept for when they were hungry or needed chores done that they believed beneath them.
Harry Potter was an orphan, he was told that his parents Lily and James potter died in a horrible accident when he was one year old. He was taken in by his mother's sister and her husband Petunia and Vernon Dursley who live in Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England. For as long as he can remember his aunt and uncle have always hated him, and he never knew why. His aunt was a typical posh suburban housewife that was tall and as thin as a twig and had a horse like face with blue beady eyes, where as his uncle was short and fat with sandy blonde hair easily compared to a walrus. Other than his very limited supply of magazines and own thoughts there was only one other thing he considered good in his life and that was his nephew Dudley who was treated as a prince by his mum and dad.
Dudley was the same age as Harry although two different looking boys you would not easily find.
Harry was short and skinny to skinny for a boy his age, he had jet black hair that would never lie flat, wore glasses and had vivid green eyes "you have your mothers eyes" his aunt once said to him before she realised what she was saying, but that was not his most distinguishable feature. Harry had a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead "from the horrible accident" his aunt had replied when Harry had asked her about it.
Dudley Dursley on the other hand had the height of his mother and the girth of his father, he was not as fat as his father but he was not as thin as Harry. He had the same sandy blonde hair his father had and the blue eyes his mother had. Ever since he could remember Dudley had be encouraged to not talk to Harry and to even be mean and rude to him. He had no idea why as Harry had been nothing but polite to him, when he could get a word in away from his parents ears so he decided for all purposes that around his parents he would do as they asked but when it was he and Harry he would show the same courtesy that was shown to him.
Over the years they had forged a sort of friendship secretly from Harry's aunt and uncle as Dudley had to oversee his chores, he even tried to help Harry a few times until his father caught him and belted Harry for being worthless and tricking his son into doing work that was beneath him.
Harry didn't hold it against him though because he knew that he wanted to help but didn't want him hurt for his actions, this carried on for almost eleven years. Little did they know things were about to change.