Privet Drive of England, Surrey was peculiar to say the least. Houses with the same glow of white paint, trimmed hedges and lawns the perfect ⅓ off the ground. To be honest it looked like a scene from the twilight zone, but nothing happened here. These people were as normal as they came. Quiet but gossip-mongers? Yes. Commutative and pristine? Yes. But very boring and nothing original.
Well...there was one thing out of the ordinary. A secret only but one family knew.
Vernon and Petunia Dursley nee Evans were the perfect example of never judging a book by its cover. They were the worst sort of people under the guise of upstanding citizens and let's not leave out their little terror Dudley. You see, in their house, in the cupboard under the stairs of number 4 privet drive was a 5 year old little boy, Harrison James Potter.
Of course he didn't know this, never receiving the love that all children craved and yearned, so he most certainly never received his name, he was known more often by boy and freak. He was the indentured servant of the Dursley home while his relatives lived a life of comfort due to his hard work.
His whale of an uncle and pig of a cousin ate more than their former mentioned animals when it came to his cooking; leaving only just the average amount of food for his giraffe-necked aunt and only on a grand occasion table scraps for him.
And with the hunger, let's not forget the abuse, ohhh the abuse. It all started one day where our lovely little boy was learning to make bacon for the first time. After the insults and belittlement by his aunt, his shaky hands dropped the pan onto the floor while moving it along the stove.
There was silence all around the kitchen. Petunia lips thinned as she looked at the useless freak in front of her and the spilled grease on the floor. It'd take all day to get this up and her little duddy-kins was a growing boy who needed his meals.
After thinking of her child, everything in her mind went blank and next thing anyone knew was that her nephew was on the floor with the frying pan now in her hand. She didn't know how to feel about hitting the child once it settled in but what was done was done.
She walked to the cleaning cabinet and grabbed the necessary tools to clean the kitchen.
"Get up and clean this mess boy. When I come back this entire kitchen better be spotless". She said dropping the cleaning supplies in front of him and walking out the kitchen knowing very well she wouldn't be able to do the work in the time slot she was planning to give him.
What she did that day set things in motion. When she told her husband looking for sympathy, she lit a lightbulb in his head to beat the freakishness out of his nephew-in-law; that boy wasn't his blood like his unfortunate Tuney and he'd do everything in his power to make the wallop as normal as the rest of them.
Ah yes Petunia did tell the man what her sister and brother-in-law actually were. They were witches, freaks of natural that didn't belong in her God-given world. Abominations that walked earth parading as nice normal folk such as themselves. Not only that, the boy was one of them. The little tike was leaving his magical residue or whatever all over his home since he was left on their doorstep oh so many years ago. What if he infected his Dudley with it? This is what cemented the idea in his mind and what would be carried out until harry was seven years old…
2 years later...
Harry Potter was a quiet child; that is what happens after two years of abuse. He was scrawny from the deprivation of food and nearly blind from the unprescripted and broken glasses given to him by his relatives. Relatives not family, never family.
Despite all that has happened to him, Harry still had fire in his soul.
His life was a fight for survival. Nobody was there for him, not even the adults who he was supposed to trust with his life. So he had to be there for himself.
Right now the unknowing wizard was running from his cousin in a game of harry hunting; a sport that Dudley and his friends made up to see who could chase him down and beat the crap out of him. An alleyway behind the cafeteria was coming up and in hoping to ditch the chubby 1st years he turned left, down the dark path.
Bullocks. It was a dead end.
Panic spread throughout young Harry's body (that's right he finally learned his name) as looked for a way to escape the gang who was now turning tiredly down the pathway looking for him.
He wished desperately that he could get away and next thing he knew he was on top of the cafeteria roof, looking down on Dudley's group as they wondered where he was.
"He was just here!" one said looking for the cousin of his friend under a cardboard box.
"Are you sure that he came down here Dudley? Asked Piers.
"Yes I'm sure I saw the freak come in this way". He assured
They kept muttering to themselves as harry watched from above still trying to figure out a way to get down.
Harry laid down on the roof thinking about his life, most importantly the strange happenings like just now that has occurred.
When Harry first came to school, he thought he would get a new start, finally have friends.
Sure the food sucked but it was way better in quantity to what he got at home so he endured.
He was proven wrong once again. Dudley scared every single one of his friends away, and with his aunt spreading rumors about him, those potential friends only came a few times with no chances in between. He was labeled a delinquent that the mothers didn't want their child to associate and because he learned explicitly not to outshine Dudley (which was a job within itself) he was also labelled a stupid waste of space by his teachers who knew him by the parents on the PTA.
Then the weird things started. It was just like how he suddenly appeared on the roof only this time however, it was different. One time after the beating he got for having a better grade than Dudley he got upset with his teacher for berating him on the bad grade he had the next day and next thing he knew her hair was blue!
Another time, his aunt tried to cut his hair in the worst way imaginable and he cried himself to sleep thinking he was going to be more of an outcast then he already was, and the next day his hair grew back longer than it was before.
All these things had something in common he just knew it! He just had to figure out what that thing was.
It wasn't magic-god forbid that word from being uttered with him around- it didn't exist, no this was power, one that he would learn how to wield so he would never be helpless and undefended against his tormentors ever again!
All he had to do know was find his way off this roof.
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