This is my first story so it's probably not very good,
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Chapter One: "Bloody Movers"
Vernon Dursley sat in his lounge with a smug look on his face; He was a Smart, Respectable Businessman, a Smart Respectable Businessman who had just been promoted. He watched out of the window from his new house in the countryside as the men moved his Piano towards the house. No one in the house could play it, but the important thing to him was that it looked good. He saw them drop it
"Those Bloody Movers", he exclaimed, "you'd think they'd be a bit more careful with other peoples stuff, they'll be paying for that".
"Freak", he shouted angrily into the house, "Get dinner ready".
The young seven your old rushed into the kitchen to start preparing food for his relatives. He was used to it and had learnt to cook quickly. After all, the last time his uncle had beaten him he'd broken an arm.
The boy was called Harry, not that his Uncle ever called him it, and he didn't forget to hide some food in his cupboard while he was doing it. The new house had a huge master bedroom with a bathroom and office for his Aunt and Uncle, two bedrooms and a bathroom just for his cousin Dudley and two Guest bedrooms with en suites but he still slept in the Cupboard under the stairs, which, despite the rest of this house being so huge, was no bigger than his old one.
Harry was just about the only thing which was not "smart" or "respectable" in his relative's lives, and above all else he was not "normal", which according to the way they thought should be punishable by Death. He was a "Freak", he made strange things happen which he couldn't explain, he was like his "weird" and "abnormal" parents who they told him died in a car crash. This was also how they explained the scar on his forehead, which was the worst thing of all as everybody could see it.
Harry served dinner to his relatives and was almost out of the door before Vernon shouted at him. Apparently his Steak was too well done, though Harry knew with the mood he was in tonight if he'd cooked it any less it would be too raw. Fortunately for Harry however his Uncle would not interrupt his dinner to punish him; Dudley cared far too much about meals for his father to do that.
"Freak, come here now", Harry heard his Uncle Bellow and jumped up straight away, he got out of his cupboard and moved as quickly as he could to his Uncles Study, there was definitely no need to make his Uncle even angrier.
Vernon saw the boy as he entered the room; he looked scruffy, as always. Vernon never thought that could be because they never brought him any new clothes, or because the ones they gave him didn't fit. He hit him, across the face, but the "Freak" didn't cry out in pain, he knew better than that.
"That was for your insolence earlier" Vernon said,
He walked over to his desk and picked up what looked like a pot of makeup, and then continued,
"come over here".
Harry move closer and his uncle grabbed his head and tilted it up; Vernon dipped his finger in the pot and then smeared the stuff across Harry's Forehead.
"We couldn't do this before; the neighbours had already seen it",
"but no one knows here, and we can finally hide it" he said,
Harry glanced at the mirror behind the desk and saw what he was expecting, His Scar was now invisible
His uncle continued, "Of course, they'll realise your strange, there's no way we can hide that, but at least we can hide something"
Vernon thrust the pot into Harry's hand and spoke maliciously,
"If you let anyone see that scar boy, they'll be trouble"
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Albus Dumbledore watched the house carefully,
"Oh well", he thought "no harm done"
He carefully placed a few protective wards on the house under cover of darkness and turned to walk away,
Happy with the knowledge that the magic he had used the night Voldemort fell would work wherever Harry's Relatives called home,
He left,
Not even thinking for a moment to check whether Harry was all right, he had never bothered to make sure he was happy, or to find out about the beatings.
For Dumbledore all that mattered was that harry survived to fulfil his Destiny, to kill the Dark Lord,
To him Harry was little more than a weapon...
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Harry lay in his cupboard, not yet asleep,
"He didn't even lock me in", he thought,
"He must have been distracted by the house",
"That's one good thing about it, even is my cupboards no better",
"I'll go hide outside tomorrow",
"Dudley might not bother to find me",
He continued his silent monologue "maybe I'll make a friend here"
"Dudley always scared everybody off before",
"Actually, he'll probably do that here"
"Oh well", and with that he fell asleep
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While Harry lay thinking in his cupboard, a young Witch called Ginny lay in her Bed,
Her door was locked and her bright red hair was wet with tears,
"Why do they have to be so mean" she screamed inside her head,
"I hate having brothers",
"Maybe without them I'd be able to go out more and make friends",
"Friends who wouldn't tease me all the time",
She had ran up to her room crying, and then as always, her dad had followed her,
He'd tell her wonderful stories about a beautiful princess called Ginny Weasley, who was always saved by the boy who lived, Harry Potter. Then they'd get married and live happily ever after, and Ginny would forget why she was crying and smile. Except she wasn't happy ever after, because then her dad would go, and she'd remember why she was sad again and cry herself to sleep.
"I wish I had a friend who wasn't my brother", she thought,
And then once more she cried herself to sleep....