It was a peaceful morning, a little boy sleeping in the closet under the stairs is unaware that his life is about to change and it all starts with a loud voice screaming at him to wake up.
The little boy groan softly as he sat up and rub his eyes. 'What am I doing sleeping on the floor? Wait...I've always slept on the floor...who is this 'Harry' person this woman is screaming at? Hold on a minute, what am I thinking? I AM Harry! I better get up before she screams any louder!' He got up and speed walk into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast.
'I wonder if Ireland would be sober enough to join us for breakfast? ...Why did I just think that a country would be joining us for breakfast?' As he goes through his new memories, unknowing to him, his appearance started changing slowly.
'Am I 'Harry' or 'England'? Was my time as 'Harry' even real? Comparing both memories 'Harry' has the less so I must be 'England'. No one can dream up thousands of years of memories...can they? But there is no way that I could possibly be a country!' His thoughts was cut off by a loud scream.
"What do you think you are doing!?" A fat man screamed as he points his meaty finger at him.
The boy's hair is slowly losing it's darkness and turning slightly pink, his sun kissed skin is slowly turning pale with freckles that are getting more visible, his eyebrows are getting thicker and his once bright green eyes are now mixed with soft baby blue.
The boy turn to look at the fat man and before he can do anything, he is slapped hard by the man.
"Stop being a freak and change back!" The fat man yelled as his face turn red.
The boy was shocked by the slap and it wasn't long before his mind is filled with dark thoughts, this only speeds up his transformation. He let out a soft giggle which only grew until he is laughing like a mad man, he is no longer 'Harry'. Now he is England and the Dursley better beware. He isn't as easy to bully as 'Harry' was. He grin widely like the Cheshire Cat as soft pink mixed in with his now baby blue eyes.
An hour later, a brightly coloured boy can be seen skipping down the road, with a soft smile on his face while humming an old nursery rhyme, no one would have guess that he had just left behind the most gruesome scene their peaceful neighborhood has ever seen, no one would ever suspect the oddly coloured boy as the murderer. The murder of the Dursley family would forever remind unsolved.