The awakening
Everyday day was crammed full with torture for a Young boy ,who you may know to be Harry Potter. He never knew why the reason for it all , why he was treated like this but he just had to deal with it. He had No way out ,At least that's what he thought.
It was half way through the summer,the fierce subtropical sun was hung in the sky casting a pleasant aura upon privet drive.However one house in particular stood in all its mighty glory.The house decorated a monotone colour pallete that disguised the conundrums that occurred in the house on a daily basis.To the outside the people that remained inside the home was a loving family : A slightly chubby Father , A perfect wife , A spoiled rotten mini version of his dad and in the background, rarely seen was Harry.People asked,Only once . The Father (Vernon Dursley) would get Red in the voice and would start sweating profusely, getting flustered and angry.Howerever, His wife (Petunia Dursley) was the exact opposite, White as a ghost and tripping over her own feet as she muttered an excuse to leave.
And The son? You don't want to ask him. If you're lucky you'll only stay in the hospital for a week. Unless you were Harry, he would have to heal on his own.'He brought it on himself' was their excuse when one of them got worried about the cost of His funeral when the injuries got to bad.But the Public didn't know that and if the Dursleys had their way they would Never even think of it.
Harry P.O.V
I woke up with a crook in my kneck and my back in two , to be honest this was kind of a good day - Usually I woke up with bruises littering my face after My uncle had a particular bad day at work ('the grunnings')and needed a punching bag.
However , yesterday Vernon got a promotion leading him to be in a Narcissistic ,Chirper mood-thus leading to no Beatings.I was startled out of his thoughts by a Harsh rattling on the door."OI,ARE YOU AWAKE BRAT!"Came the grumpy shouts of my dear uncle Vernon.Stumbling to his feet , I Yanked open the door and was faced with a Angry-red in the face Short plump Man."MAKE ME BREAKFEAST OR ELSE I WILL TURN YOU BLACK AND BLUE!" So I did,Like every usual morning morning. It was simple enough : eggs,bacon,toast,sausage and (*gags*) black pudding. Well simple for Harry.One of the only pros of being in an abusive house hold for whole duration of my miserable Life was that I was an expert Cook.
After everyone had stuffed their friends face full,except me of course, I was ordered to clean the dishes and afterwards to begin my humongous never-ending list of chores.I was halfway through washing up when i heard it. TAP TAP TAP. It was Coming from... the window?I looked up to find a Pearly white owl hovering outside of the pristine reflective window clutching a sealed envelope between its claws.Glancing around i unleashed the hatch that held the window back and with shaking hands took the envelope.