Disclaimer: I do not own the book series Harry Potter or the anime/manga Shugo Chara if I did I would not be writing fanfiction about them
Mr. and Mrs. Dursely were happy to say that they were perfectly normal people. Their house looked like every other house on the street, and they had a completely normal son. Mr. Dursely held a perfectly respectable job in Grunnings, a company that sells drills, and Mrs. Dursley, like any other wife on the block, gossiped and minded the house. However there was just one blemish, a small stain in their perfectly normal lives, and that stain went by the name of Holiday Potter. The daughter of Petunia's freakish older sister and her equally freakish husband had wound up at their doorstep one morning after they got themselves killed. Now the Dursley family was stuck with the girl and could not get rid of her. That did not mean, that the residents could not get a form of 'payment' from the freak for graciously allowing her to stay in their home.
PRESENT DAY
A small girl woke up the next morning to her aunt's shrill voice yelling at her to get up. When she sat up on her "bed" (which was really a pile of old blankets) she hit her head on a railing for you see, this little four year old girl slept in a cupboard under the stairs. She stared up at the ceiling blinking until she ran a hand through her black as night hair and let out a sigh while rubbing her emerald green eyes. This girl went by the name of "Freak" by her relatives, but her real name was Holiday Potter. Holiday was by no means stupid; in fact she was a bloody genius! However, she was never allowed to get better grades than Dudley her cousin so she made it her goal to learn everything there was to learn but not show it to others. Now at the age of four, she could both speak and write in English, Spanish, Japanese, French, Italian, Latin, Chinese, and Greek. She was above what was the norm for prodigies! None of this however mattered to her aunt and uncle who both believed it was due to her freakish powers which she discovered when she was two years of age. She realized it to be magic, the thing that her family so strongly denied was real, but undoubtedly knew it was. Holiday Potter knew she was different even if she was not allowed to speak with the other children. She could feel it in her gut, but her magic and knowledge never stopped the beatings or the starvation she faced daily. Now however she needed to get up and prepare breakfast so she quickly dressed in a shirt easily six times her size and a pair of ripped and torn up shorts which acted as long pants for her. She waited until the latch on her cupboard came undone and then crawled out. She headed for the kitchen and began to make the breakfast for her overly large cousin and uncle, who in her opinion looked like pigs with blonde hair, and her boney aunt, who reminded her of a horse. She prayed that she wouldn't burn the food again but luck was not on her side again because just as the bacon began to turn black her aunt slapped her so hard she fell to the ground with the still hot pan landing on her hand. Holiday didn't dare make a sound because that ended up with more beatings, but when her uncle kicked her in the stomach it was too much and she cried out and fainted. She vaguely recalled her cousin laughing at her form with her aunt and uncle looking proud of their son.
The next time Holiday woke up she found herself in her cupboard. When she looked out the little slots in the door she saw that it was night. She sighed and knew that this was going to be one of those weeks where her relatives were particularly hard on her basing on their reactions this morning. 'Why are they so mean to me? I haven't done anything wrong to them, and I never even met my parents before.' Holly sighed and thought back on her treatment from her relatives wincing at the fact that one of the main things she remembered was pain, lots and lots of pain. She stared at the moon through the slots on her cupboard door and pleaded with everything she had for someone or anyone to come and save her, or at the very least keep her company at night so that she could forget her miseries. With that dreary sentiment still in her heart, she fell asleep with that dream still firmly placed in her head and heart that some day her wish would come true. If only she knew how effective that wish was that night.