1. Abandon
It was a typical Monday morning at Harry Potter's least favourite place in the whole world. Primary school. He hated this place even more than he hated staying at number four Privet Drive with the Dursley's.
At the Dursley's there were only three people there who could tease and annoy him and he didn't care very much about any of their stupid opinions. But school was full of people who stared at him and picked on him. Even the teachers were wary of him when he approached their classrooms. He was only ten years old and people were judging him already.
He didn't really care much about his cousin, Dudley, and his gang. But he cared quite a bit about almost every other person who teased him. He knew that he shouldn't give a damn what these people said, and he tried to convince himself that he didn't, but it was so hard to see past the constant remarks like "Lightning head!" and "Alien boy!".
Monday morning started off with his least favourite subject, Math, followed by a fifteen minute out-door break which, in Harry's opinion, was just as bad as Math.
In the classroom the teacher could at least control the height of Harry's bullying but in the playground things were a lot different. It was like a battle field with no limits. The other kids took break time as an opportunity to pick on Harry like vultures with scraps of meat.
Harry would usually just hide in the bathroom, if it wasn't being headquarters for Dudley's gang, but today he decided to go outside and enjoy the warmest day of the year. He didn't know what to do, so he just walked laps around the playground.
His peace lasted for roughly ten minutes, which was a surprisingly long time for it to last, before Dudley and his gang approached him, gittering and cheering.
'Hello, "Lightning head"' yelled Dudley, followed by an eruption of laughter by his followers. 'Just thought I'd let you know that Mother, Father and me will be going out for tea tonight. Just decided to let you know so you don't think we're going to abandon you like your little Mummy and Daddy did! Unfortunately, we aren't allowed to do that according to Mum.'
Harry couldn't hear the gang's laughter over the millions of thoughts rushing through Harry's head. Dudley had really crossed the line this time. How dare he talk of them like that!
'My parents didn't abandon me!' Harry shouted.
And before he knew it, his small fist was interlocking with Dudley's jaw. He was taken aback by what he had done and knew that he would get into so much trouble with the Dursley's and the teachers but nothing could take away how happy he was at the sight of Dudley with tears streaming down his pug-like face.
Now the whole gang was staring from Dudley, who was covering his face with his hands, to Harry. They looked terrified of Harry who couldn't understand why, they punched other kids all the time!
Dudley finally lowered his chubby hands from his face and mustered, 'Well don't just stand there. Get him!'
The gang didn't need to be told twice as they ran towards Harry who, in response, bolted the other direction. He had a sudden rush of adrenaline rushing through his veins as he was being chased by four bigger boys.
He pushed his way through the crowd of children that had gathered in the middle of the playground and discovered that his only was to evade capture was to jump over the rubbish bins that were at the far end of the play area, beside the canteen building. He ran as fast as his legs would allow as he drew nearer to the bins. He took a deep breath as he was a couple of feet from the bins and took a giant leap. His feet left the ground and instead of landing on the hard gravel at the other side of the bins, his feet landed firmly on the canteen roof.