Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on their front step. Those ten years were full of pain and suffering for that little boy. This child's name is Harry James Potter, although his family calls him freak or boy, never his name. Of course its mostly his uncle, because his cousin always wanted a brother and treated Harry like one and his aunt wanted to at least try and make up for all she had done to her sister by taking care of Lily's they didn't show affection towards Harry while Vernon was around, and Harry understood. He didn't want anyone hurt because of him. Harry is a short, malnourished boy with uncontrollable black hair, coke-bottle glasses, emerald green eyes which were once bright but are now so dull they are moss green, and if you look close enough you see a very unique scar on his forehead. This scar looks like a bolt of lightning. Harry doesn't know how he got it and he doesn't dare to ask. Young Harry is asleep at the moment, not for long though.
"Harry? Sweetie, its time to get up."
"Coming Auntie Tunia."
"Be quick before Vernon wakes up and comes downstairs. I don't want you to get hurt in any way, especially on this day. Dudley wouldn't want his little brother hurt on his {Dudley's} birthday."
"Okay."
Harry quickly got up and got dressed in oversized hand-me-downs from his cousin Dudley, and left the cupboard under the stairs that he called his room. When he got to the kitchen Harry saw his aunt had already gotten the bacon, eggs, bread, and juice out of the fridge and she had started cooking the bacon and eggs. Harry grabbed the bread and started toasting it. By the time all the food was done, the coffe made, and everything was set on the table Harry's 'uncle' was coming down the stairs.
"BOY! Where's my coffee?"
"Right here, sir."
Dudley came down the stairs a moment later.
"Good morning son! Happy birthday!"
"Morning Dad, Mum."
"Here's your breakfast sir." said Harry as he gave Vernon his food
"About time you worthless freak!"