HIS VERY FIRST FRIEND.
Harry was only four years old, when he lost his first and for a long time, only, friend. It taught him many things. But right now, he only felt like crying, or hiding.
He had kept his only friend such a good secret from the Durselys. He told his friend all his feelings, all his secrets, hopes and dreams. And his friend had kept his mouth, had heard everything and was a comfort to Harry, just by being there for him.
He had his friend for a year, before the Dursleys found out about him. And it had been his cousin Dudley who had found out about his friend by accident.
It was on this rainy afternoon when Harry was sitting in the backyard, after he had finished weeding the garden. He was soaking wet, but happy to be out, since he had been locked up in the cupboard for a week after breaking a glass.
He was telling his friend how happy he was to being outside. But thanks to the rain, he hadn't heard his cousin come up behind him and grab his best friend. Harry was so shocked at this, he could only sit and stare when Dudley ran screaming inside the house that his freak cousin had something he wasn't supposed to have!
Harry then woke from his shock because of his uncle screaming at him to come in. Harry reluctantly did so, fearing his friend might no longer be his friend. And he was absolutely right about that. Uncle Vernon held his friend and shouted at Harry, for stealing things that belonged to Dudley, for lying about this, for breaking things, well, for anything really.
So Harry's mind was completely numb by the time uncle Vernon started to attack his friend. Harry wanted to scream and attack uncle Vernon, but couldn't. All he could do was stare, as his best and first friend was ripped to pieces, was strewn across the floor and then dumped in the garbage can. Then Harry was thrown in the cupboard again.
He knew for certain he would never see his best friend ever again. No longer staying up and hugging his friend, and telling him stories, no longer just being kept warm. No longer....
And then Harry cried. He cried for his friend. For his dear Teddy, the teddy bear he had saved. The teddy bear Dudley had thrown away a year before. Teddy, who now lay in pieces in the garbage can. Only because he had been Harry's friend and comfort. His dear Teddy.
And four year old little, skinny Harry, promised to himself he wouldn't hurt any of his friends anymore, he promised he would stay friendless if need be, and would suffer all his secrets and thoughts alone. And he wouldn't cry anymore. It made the Durselys feel too proud, and him too small.
He would always remember his first, best friend. His dear Teddy. And he kept his promise, up until he stepped unto the train that would take him to Hogwarts, and he met this boy, who had freckles, and red hair, and a black smudge on his nose. Up until that moment, Harry would keep his promise, would remain alone, friendless, but with his thoughts sometimes wandering to Teddy, who was thrown in the garbage can, totally ripped up in pieces
Harry was only four years old, when he lost his first and for a long time, only, friend. It taught him many things. But right now, he only felt like crying, or hiding.
He had kept his only friend such a good secret from the Durselys. He told his friend all his feelings, all his secrets, hopes and dreams. And his friend had kept his mouth, had heard everything and was a comfort to Harry, just by being there for him.
He had his friend for a year, before the Dursleys found out about him. And it had been his cousin Dudley who had found out about his friend by accident.
It was on this rainy afternoon when Harry was sitting in the backyard, after he had finished weeding the garden. He was soaking wet, but happy to be out, since he had been locked up in the cupboard for a week after breaking a glass.
He was telling his friend how happy he was to being outside. But thanks to the rain, he hadn't heard his cousin come up behind him and grab his best friend. Harry was so shocked at this, he could only sit and stare when Dudley ran screaming inside the house that his freak cousin had something he wasn't supposed to have!
Harry then woke from his shock because of his uncle screaming at him to come in. Harry reluctantly did so, fearing his friend might no longer be his friend. And he was absolutely right about that. Uncle Vernon held his friend and shouted at Harry, for stealing things that belonged to Dudley, for lying about this, for breaking things, well, for anything really.
So Harry's mind was completely numb by the time uncle Vernon started to attack his friend. Harry wanted to scream and attack uncle Vernon, but couldn't. All he could do was stare, as his best and first friend was ripped to pieces, was strewn across the floor and then dumped in the garbage can. Then Harry was thrown in the cupboard again.
He knew for certain he would never see his best friend ever again. No longer staying up and hugging his friend, and telling him stories, no longer just being kept warm. No longer....
And then Harry cried. He cried for his friend. For his dear Teddy, the teddy bear he had saved. The teddy bear Dudley had thrown away a year before. Teddy, who now lay in pieces in the garbage can. Only because he had been Harry's friend and comfort. His dear Teddy.
And four year old little, skinny Harry, promised to himself he wouldn't hurt any of his friends anymore, he promised he would stay friendless if need be, and would suffer all his secrets and thoughts alone. And he wouldn't cry anymore. It made the Durselys feel too proud, and him too small.
He would always remember his first, best friend. His dear Teddy. And he kept his promise, up until he stepped unto the train that would take him to Hogwarts, and he met this boy, who had freckles, and red hair, and a black smudge on his nose. Up until that moment, Harry would keep his promise, would remain alone, friendless, but with his thoughts sometimes wandering to Teddy, who was thrown in the garbage can, totally ripped up in pieces