Harry sat still as a statue. Calm down, he told himself, as the fat, blond head of Dudley Dursley greedily gulped down the chocolates their teacher had given him. Chocolates that should have been his. Dudley had stolen his brilliant idea without a second thought and presented it to the teacher. But he was used to this, always being overshadowed. The Dursleys had always acted if Harry was nothing but an insignificant spot on their shoes.
Every day at school Dudley would tease him, steal his ideas, bully him. Of course, the adults around knew nothing of this: Dudley made it clear what would happen if they did. Harry knew this wasn't about to change soon. Sighing, he tore his eyes away from Dudley's smirk and looked back at the teacher, barely noticing the group of owls that flew past the window in bright daylight.