Harry was never considered a normal boy. He looked just like any other boy, but he could do things- things that no one else could. He had always been able to do this. But no one was ever able to explain how strange things always happen when he feels an overwhelming emotion.
Once when Harry was five years old, a few years after being brought to the orphanage, one of the bookcases fell on him. It scared him. It hurt him. The next thing he knew, it was gone. Harry got in a lot of trouble for not being able to explain where it went.
Another time when he was older, he was outside in the backyard playing with a snake. It was nice. It listened. Harry went inside to get some water for it, but when he arrived back at the corner of the yard where the snake's hole was, he found a few other boys torturing it. Harry could hear it screaming for mercy. He could feel the pain it was feeling from inside his head. The next thing that occurred was an accident, but that did not change the fact that the boys were found brain dead- their bodies contorting with pain and seizures hours later next to a dead snake.
Harry felt horrible for this. A gentle soul like his did not mean to do that, but he could not control the power within him. He sat on his bed later, with only the sadness of what occurred, for the anger was long gone, with his head on his lap. And as the first tear escaped his eyes, rain began to pour outside... and the world weeped with him.