He quickly woofed down the single piece of bread and the water. Pushing the tray back out the slot he prayed, prayed for someone to give him more sustenance. But his pleas always fell on deaf ears.

He heard his aunt in her pointy heals clop her way down the hall and picked up his dishes. He could help but sigh for if this was to be his life why hadn't God let him die. He hoped it wasn't just because he needed to kill Voldemort.

He was supposedly dead…again after there encounter on the third floor corridor.

But the savior didn't think he was. Harry's small form had always been dwarfed by his classmates. He had never grown muscle mass or weight throughout the year not matter how much he ate.

But young Harry thought naught of this because he was still so hungry and still worried over Voldemort.

His shirt rode up from the breeze coming in from the window, showing off his spinal cord where each vertebra was visible yet hidden under a large mass of scars that trailed from his bony shoulders to his tiny waist.

No one had ever asked about them. Not in the locker rooms of quidditich where the boys undressed for the games. Not in the public showers of the Gryffindor house, nor by the school nurse when he visited her. So harry himself thought nothing of them as some abused children do he might of known in his heart it was wrong but without anyone to mention it first he would say nothing.

This summer had been worse than all of the first 11 years of his life combined. And as an observant being that is both of this world and not of his world could tell you he was nearly dead. His aunt and uncle couldn't beat the magic out of him but they might just kill him.

And so this was Harry's life filled with longing for food and drink but denied.

A longing for love and acceptance but he was denied.

A longing to just be normal boy in a magical school and also in this he was denied.

The gods had a plan laid out for him but Dumbledore the old man he was who had been the leader of the light in his own battle against a dark lord thought he knew exactly how to train someone to kill a dark lord. But we all know a very common fact no two people are the same no matter if they are twins or are in two very similar situations.