Disclamer: I do not own anything from this story.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were looked upon as having the picture perfect family. Having a very-well organized house, good income, and a popular son. The men of the neighborhood enjoyed Vernon Dursley's company, for he was the richest, when they went out for drinks. He was also most of the men's boss at the drilling company they worked at, so getting on his good side was in their best wishes. Petunia Dursley was also well liked, among the women that is, as she was the top gossiper. Along with having their son, Dudley Dursley, they were quite happy, or would be if it wasn't for the dark haired boy who lived with them.
This boy was a lot different than the other boys. This boy enjoyed studying, exercising, and helping others. The other boys preferred to watch television, playing video games, and picking on the younger kids while doing so behind the adults backs. The Dursley's saw how different their nephew was, even if his qualities were better, and hated him for it, thinking it was unnatural. Unnatural was almost a common occurrence with him, for unexplainable things would happen to him. The Dursley's enjoyed the lime light that they got, and feared anything that could possibility take that away from them.
Vernon Dursley was not a happy man. After the school year got out for the two boys, he would have ready a list of chores for his nephew to do for the summer. Keeping his freaky nephew busy for the summer was a brilliant plan, or so he thought. After two weeks of work, the boy had all of the chores done and completed perfectly. When the boy asked if there was any thing else he could help him with, Vernon grew angry.
"Get out of my sight, you freak!"
The boy was scared from his uncle's angry words and ran out of the house. After he settled down for a bit, he found himself in the neighborhood park. He sat down on the swing, and saw other children go by, all happily playing until they saw him and left to go play on the other side of the park. The boy sighed as they left, knowing all too well what would happen if they did play with him.
It didn't take long for the skinny seven year old boy to learn not to reach out for others his age. When he was younger he did try to make friends, but his cousin and his gang would make life difficult for whoever approached him. The young boy would try to standup for himself and his hopefully new friend, but then the other boys would hit each other and then blame their injuries on the two new friends. From constantly getting in trouble, the boy was left alone, no one wanting to also get in trouble. After school, the boy would receive beatings for "his trouble making". The last time he tried making a friend the same thing happened, but when he got home, Dudley told his parents how he and his friends were being bullied by him, while trying to look cool in front of some new kid.
"What's the meaning of this, boy?"
"He's lying Uncle!" The boy said, tears starting to develop in his eyes. "I tried to make friends today, and Dudley bullied my friend away! Every time I try to be nice, Dudley scares them away!"
SMACK "DON'T YOU EVER TALK BAD ABOUT YOUR COUSIN AGAIN! UNDERSTAND!? YOU LYING, BLOODY, LITTLE PRICK!"
Holding his bruised face, the boy was then thrown into his cupboard under the stairs, with no dinner for the night.
"Oh, and I know all about how you like to try and corrupt the other kids on the school grounds with your idiocy. So if I ever hear you go near someone else again, this punishment will like a love tap."
So there the dark haired boy sat in the park, all alone without a friend in the world.
Not to far away, a group of boys surrounded a couple of younger girls. The leader of the group, who was Dudley Dursley as he was the largest and fattest, stepped forward.
"You know, I just hate it when it comes to this."
"W-What?," Said one of the smaller girls.
Dudley smirked, "I just hate it when my friends and I have to take what we want with force."
"W-w-what do you w-want?"
The group of older boys laughed while Dudley rubbed his fat fingers together, "Well our fee of course. The fee for coming across our turf."
"We didn't know! Here, all we have is five dollars we were going to get ice cream with." The small girl shakily took out the money and tossed it on the ground.
"Yes, well that's all good now, but since we're all here…." The boys laughed again as they planed on smacking the two little girls around for fun, before they themselves got some ice cream.
"Leave them alone!" Came a voice behind the group.
Dudley looked around, so did everyone else, "Well, well. If it isn't skinny, little Potter. You come to also get smacked around? " The boys laughed, who always enjoyed a game of "Harry Hunting".
"I won't let you hurt th-" Harry was saying before he was cut off by one of the two little girls he was trying to protect.
"What, without getting a hit on us first!? I've heard of you, Potter! Coming to other people at school, pretending to be nice while you then go and get them in trouble."
"Wait! It's not like that!" Harry said, as he started towards them.
"Stay away from us!" And with that, the two girls grabbed their money and ran.
"That wasn't smart Potter." Dudley said, as he went to grab Harry. Harry dodged Dudley's fat hand and was just about to run away, when a flash of fire flared between the two boys.
"What the hell!?" Said one of the boys.
"Let's get out of here"
"More of your freakishness again? Wait until I tell mum and dad!" Dudley said, as he too ran from the fire.
Harry was rooted to the spot, feeling both scared and something else, something familiar yet not.
As the fire vanished a short creature with pointy ears and sharp teeth came into view, carrying a golden red bird that was almost half his size.
"Greetings, Mr. Potter." The goblin smiled, showing an alarming number of pointed teeth.
AN/Please R&R to make this legendary story even greater!