"The old generation can't build the new era."

Char Aznable

"Congratulations, you just won ten new and some never reveled Gundam series models!" came from a portly, old man with gray hairs and brushy mustache. Harry couldn't believe it, he won! He hadn't won anything before.

As he walked up to the stage to accept his prize, something to call his own that wasn't a hand-me down from Dudley or broken. As he was almost in a daze, accepted the ten black boxes with all the tools to build them with some basic colors to paint them couldn't wait to build them when he got back to his cramped cupboard for the first time ever.

"BOY, get over here NOW!" snarled his uncle Vernon, a man that looked closer to mix of walrus and tomatoes then human with his no neck, bushy mustache and red face. He was standing on the other side of the stage with his cousin Dudley who was looked like mix of seal and pig, that was whining that he should have won and demanding that he get cooler models of the anime show about giant, robots that fought each other known as Gundam.

In the show there were giant, powered suits that were called Mobile Suits which were controlled by a pilot. Gundams were the better built, more advanced or just new that looked like robot samurais and generally the suits the good guys fought in.

At eight years old both Harry and Dudley were captive by the bright colors, action and explosions. Harry was more enraptured by the story of that showed the one was never just good and bad but that they were a mix of them. That even good ideals can to lead to becoming a monster but to stick with your convections. When a drawing was announced to win ten models, some never seen before on the show and may not appear ever on it, both boys entered.

"Come on, you still got your chores to do freak." Vernon said as he started shuffling to the car, It only reinforced the image of him being a walrus as he couldn't even walk normal with all of his weight. Grumbling to himself that Dudley didn't need such stupid toys that were foreign and couldn't possible work. Dudley was thinking of the even better models he would get and of what was for dinner later.

Harry was thinking on how he was going to keep his new prizes and what they would look like. As he carefully walked to his uncle's car as with this may boxes he couldn't see clearly in front. It was a saving grace that uncle Vernon walked so slowly.

Harry was a lot smarter then he let on, he had to be. His entire life was just making to the next day or next week. Being stupid doesn't keep you alive. He could pick locks, knew how to steal food so that his family didn't catch him or even aware of the missing food.

The ride home was short but loud with Dudley whining about how he didn't win and that he would get better toys then Harry's with uncle Vernon agreeing with him and saying that the British could build them better than any foreigners.

He doesn't say that about his BMW or his suits. He probably doesn't even our country's main export or imports! All his uncle talked about was his little drill company that he worked at while his aunt did was spy at her fellow neighbors and gossip about the latest scandal or watch her horrible soap operas on the television. They both thought that the precious son could do no wrong and that he was the smartest kid but couldn't focus or that he was the prefect little gentleman.

Just knowing that he wasn't anywhere close to being the prefect child made Harry want to laugh. His cousin was one dumbest in their grade and was already on the way to becoming the delinquent that the Dursleys own family said Harry was. Just knowing that made sure he quietly continued to study and learn as many valuable skills and play different sports he could so that maybe he got a scholarship to a better school and college. This was his plan to get away from the Dursleys and to prove that he was better than Dudley.

As soon the car was stopped in the garage, a tall women with a neck larger than normal, beady little eyes and too much make up came rushing over to Vernon. This was his aunt Petunia, his mother's sister.

"Vernon, we just got invited to meet the new family on the street. You and Dudley need to change right now." Petunia said in an excitable voice. She wanted to see what gossip they knew.

"What about the boy? I don't want to leave him alone in the house. He could burn the whole place or worse." He almost snarled as if Harry could do worse than burn the house down.

"We'll be right up the street and he'll be too busy building his models to do anything freakish." She replied quickly. She really wanted to get to know the new family on the street before anyone else. "Besides, Ms. Fitch is out of town visiting family and no one else will sit the boy."

Vernon quickly thought about it and came to a decision. "Boy, you are going to stay here the garage while were gone. You can build tiny robots later after you have cleaned it out here, it's filthy. Understand?"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon. What do you want to do with the old paint or supplies?" this was an honest question, not one to use said paint for his models since they came just plain white with no colors to them.

"Pitch'em, but not in our trash, take them to the dumpster down the street."

The family a few house down were selling their house and decide they would get more buys by renovating it first. Petunia was furious they didn't ask her to do it with her superior sense of style. Harry thought they were smart for going to actual professionals, not stay at home housewife who only knowledge was follow current trends from home improvements and design magazines.

Harry gave a nod of his head, feeling that his family didn't care what he said now because he would be problemly be punished for not doing it anyways or doing something he wasn't supposed to do since he wasn't told much or anything to do besides "clean this area" or "weed the garden".

Watching as Dudley and Uncle Vernon we're hustled inside by his aunt to get changed and leave for the meeting of new family on the block. With a sigh, Harry went to cleaning the garage and looking for paint to color and add personality to his new models.

After about twenty minutes, the Dursleys came out to the car in cheap knockoffs of name brand clothes, trying to impress the neighbors with their false sense of money. Just looking at them, Harry could tell that no one with money or style would wear clothes that were unsuited for a simple meet and greet in the suburban.

As the all got into the newish gray SUV and drove off just to go five houses down, Harry watched till the garage door closed, briefly the darkness enveloping him in a borderless freedom, no boundaries for him to be free of the Dursleys.