Harry was laying in his bed under the stairs. He was shaking, and crying. He was starving, thirsty, but he didn't dare leave his cupboard. He was still aching from head to toe from the last beating he received from the Dursleys. There was really only one way to avoid getting punished like he did. That was to be perfect, but nobody could be perfect. He would try though, he decided as he lay there, watching the spider he named Samuel crawl across the underside of the stairs. That was all he could do, aim to be perfect, and try his best, get close, and not get punished. He didn't know it at the time, but the harder he tried to be perfect, the closer he got, the worse they would become to him, and the harder he would try, the closer he would get. It was a vicious cycle, and the cause of this story, as you should know all ready; in this cruel, dark world, no good dead can go unpunished, and Harry has racked up more of those than anyone in England.