It was just starting to get cold on Privet Drive as fall quickly moved towards the winter months. It had been a long five years for young Harry Potter who lived with his Uncle Dursley, Aunt Petunia, and Cousin Dudley. Harry had come to live with them after a fateful Halloween when his mother and father had been betrayed and then killed. But at this point in our story our protagonist know known of this, he simple know little bits and pieces that his Aunt would bark out before aiming what ever she happened to have in her hand at his head, or shouted at him by his Uncle before he was smacked around yet again for having the gull to ask a question. Sadly even though Harry Potter was only six he was very much so used to this treatment. You see because according to his relatives he was a good for nothing freak just like his parents had been and as such he deserved to be treated like this and that he needed to be taught how to behave by such fine and upstanding citizens as the Dursley's.
Author's Note:
Hi! This was just an idea that popped into my head earlier today. This is my first story and I wasn't sure if I should continue. Let me know if you think I should. Thanks :)
