Harry Potter sat in his cupboard under the stairs. He was already four years old, but he still didn't know his name. Petunia and Vernon only called him 'freak'. His mum used to call him a little troublemaker for as long as he could remember. One day she was gone. The green light put her to sleep, and she never woke up again. His dad called him 'mini-me' until one day he left.
He was listening to his aunt and uncle speak to some of their friends about Dudley. Mrs. Jackson was complementing them on their son.
"He's so sweet. He's just adorable! Dudley is the exact opposite of his ungrateful cousin."
Aunt Petunia sighed, "He's nothing but a little troublemaker, always messing things up for our precious Diddykins."At this, Harry suddenly focused his attention on the conversation. "If only his drunken parents hadn't gotten themselves killed, then we wouldn't have to take care of the boy."
'Mummy? Daddy' Harry thought. They might be coming to get him! He wouldn't have to stay here with these horrible people anymore! He threw open the cupboard door and ran to the living room. "Mummy!" he shouted excitedly. He looked around the room to see it void of the fiery haired women or his older twin.
"Mummy? Daddy?" he asked quietly. Vernon's face turned purple with rage at seeing the boy.
"Excuse me for moment," the whale told his guest. He grabbed the young boy by the scruff of his neck and dragged him to his cupboard. The man threw the child into his 'room' and slammed the door.
"Your mum and dad are dead. They killed themselves because they didn't want to deal with a freak like you." He closed the vent and returned to the room with his boss and friends.
Harry curled up into a ball on his thin mat and cried himself to sleep for first time on a month.