"Freak come here now" echoed through the house as five year old Harry pulled himself off his cot "breakfast is in ten minutes and you know what Vernon's like if its not ready in time" aunt petunia called.
It was ten to seven. At half past Harry had received a beating for being a second late with the eggs and his small body was littered with small bruises and cuts on top of existing ones as well as a shattered kneecap. He was tossed back into his cupboard and left alone for five minutes before being dragged out to do chores. At the end of the day he had also accumulated a fractured skull and a broken arm. 'I wish I wish I lived somewhere else' thought the small boy and in a flash he vanished.
At that moment an alarm went off in the headmasters offices Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry causing all of the portraits to block their ears but the person the alarm was meant for was on holiday which meant the portrait would have to handle the alarm for the next seven days